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On Christmas Eve, as the hour drew close, a sleeping human lay in bed. Eleven had just passed, and the minute hand of the old-fashioned analogue clock on the bedroom wall swirled its way towards midnight. Outside was completely dark. No street-lights nearby to ruin the shadow's peace. And the moon — shining, it's fullness shrouded by wisps of cloud — hung in the sky, undertaking the slow waxing journey from first quarter to new moon.

Kitt slept soundly that night. The rented condo — the first time he'd lived somewhere that wasn't a shoebox — was quiet. His neighbours, and other residents of the complex, had left for various family functions, leaving the place entirely his own. He wasn't the kind to irresponsibly party, however, and his tenure as sole resident had been a fair one. Now he slumbered, deep in that warm sleep that takes you when you've put all concerns aside and let your body collapse into true stillness.

His pleasant rest was soon stripped from him as a sound from outside roused the weary human.

Thump!

One eye shot open, the other crept wide slowly.

Crash!

Another noise. This time he knew he wasn't alone. The weather was too calm for it to be the cause.

Clatter!

Kitt rubbed his face. A sharp cough left his mouth as dry lips parted, and he shuffled out from underneath the bedsheets — groggy, his mind a haze.

He swore he heard someone 'hush' someone else. Now his heart began to beat.

And Christmas of all nights? Was he about to be robbed?

It was definitely people, he surmised as he threw some water on his face, rubbing it into his crusted eyes. The lights remained off — he didn't want to alert the intruders, if they were intruders.

The sounds came from the backyard. He approached the window. From the upper floor he could get a view of the entire garden. But before he could make it, he froze.

The voices were audible now.

“Great! Knock on the door why don't you? Wake the entire neighbourhood!"

“Fuck off Blitz! I didn't see it in the dark."

Kitt listened. The first voice was deep, very deep. It thundered with each syllable. Resonating with the very structure of the building, and the inner fibres of Kitt's being. Whoever this person was, they sounded tough.

When he heard the second voice, Kitt pictured someone lesser. Maybe not wimpy, or thin, or weak...but definitely not as strong as their compatriot.

The first one ('Blitz') spoke again, in hushed tones: “then maybe you should put that nose of yours to work so you can watch where you step."

His chastisement confused Kitt. Who the fuck are these people? he asked, with no-one but the stuffy air of the bedroom to answer him.

He needed to know. He stooped to a crawl and made it to the windowsill. As he raised his head to peek, he swore as the scene before him was empty. They're closer to the house, he thought, I need to go downstairs.

Resolved to travel down to observe the potential home invaders, Kitt grabbed his phone, lowered the brightness and switched it to silent. If he was going to be caught, he'd have some proof saved of who his assailants were. But he hoped it wouldn't come to that. He planned to stay at a distance, and merely watch...

The argument between the mysterious pair seemed to continue as he stepped carefully down the stairwell. Muffled by the noise of Kitt's travels, he missed a good chunk of what they were saying. When he got to the ground floor and positioned himself, ready to record, what he saw next shocked him...

What the—?

Silhouetted against the moonlight, enough to glimpse their form, were two humanoid figures. Their general shape and posture were where the similarities ended, as broad hoofed feet and deer-like heads that exploded into impressive pairs of antlers greeted the wary Kitt as his vision adjusted to the darkness.

Holy shit!

Not understanding what he was seeing, Kitt hugged the wall, out-of-sight. He watched the smaller of the two raise a finger to the other. Though, as he saw them now, calling one 'smaller' did a disservice to both of these creatures.

“You're always riding my ass about that!" one said. The other swiped the air in front of him and turned away.

“Pfft! If you're gonna harp on and on about your 'special gift' the least you could do is use it. I'm done here, you clean up the mess." And with that, the larger specimen walked out into the backyard. Kitt saw him find a clear space, hunch down with one hand placed firmly on the ground, and take off.

That's right: take off. As in fly. A surge of wind whooshed around the region he once stood, taking leaves and dragging them in a vortex around the launch site. Kitt watched with his jaw hanging agape. But his surprise could not last. The remaining creature walked over to where his partner had been.

Kitt heard a muttered grunt of 'asshole', and a long groan as the creature turned and doubled-back to the side of the yard. Once more a clatter confronted the human's ears, the sounds of broken clay pots being shuffled around. 'Clean up this mess' obviously referred to the damage cause by a less-than-stellar landing, if these things can fly like he saw. He listened to the heavy clomp of hooves on the patio stones, and then the soft earth, as the strange deer-person dragged the debris of poor smashed potted plants and ruined garden ornaments to the flowerbed, and — making quick glances to his left and right — kicked the shards and muck under a large bush deeper in the flowerbed. With a careless hum, it slapped its hands together and left the evidence there.

Passing by the screen door to the condo, Kitt saw the creature more clearly. The earlier sights of antlers confirmed their inhuman nature — and its body witnessed in full proved without a doubt that this was something...new...

An anthropomorphic reindeer stood near the entrance to Kitt's home. Seven and a half feet tall (if you include the span of its antlers), covered in a rich brown fur — thick and insulated, to deal with severe cold. Large, split-toed hooves spread across the patio stone, with muscled legs perched atop them. A solid chest of bunched muscle and hearty helpings of shapely fat rose across its front, and when seen from the other side its broad shoulders and noticeable stubby tail took centre stage. A thick neck, and cervine skull sat comfortably on said shoulders, supporting a heavy snout whose wisps of darker and lighter fur patterned the beast-man like snow on a coal pile.

Though his vision in low light was poor, Kitt absorbed every detail, trapped in shock and surprise. He saw the creature extend an arm and lean on the door-frame, as it stamped its feet in a huff; extra effort being made to keep quiet. He could see from the pose, the grimace that occasionally revealed itself when the moonlight struck in just the right way, that whoever this was...they were pissed.

In amazement, Kitt raised his phone in front of him. Questioning his sanity all the while.

I'm dreaming. I'm still in bed. Or this is some kinda trip? Or a fever...yeah...a fever dream...

It was cleaning the dirt from its hooves by stamping them on the solid stone when Kitt dared to edge closer. The more he sneaked, the less he felt worried about being discovered. Probably a mistake, but he was too wrapped up in the seasonally-appropriate apparition to care.

When closer, he noticed it was wearing clothes. If you can call them 'clothes'. Clad around the taut chest and prominent pecs of the reindeer was a series of straps, forming a harness. Their ran from waist to over-the-shoulder, and were made of a kind of red velvet material. Kitt didn't know much about textiles, but he recognised the style. Very festive, if a little...revealing!

Following the lines of the harness he spied a large thong, whose straps rode high above the creature's hips. An intimidating bulge hid being the scarlet sling, threatening to unleash itself given the right incentive. Kitt felt small compared to the hulking mass of buff reindeer a handful of metres away. And this was apparently the smaller of the two who'd landed in his backyard. Heaven forbid the other was still around, loitering; adding its bulk to the mixture.

He. Kitt felt a strange thought tickled the back of his mind. It's a he. He probably should stop seeing it as...well...'it'. No matter how bizarre the situation was, he could at least stamp some semblance of understanding on things. Starting with recognising that this creature was functionally equivalent to a human. Give or take some extra physical accoutrements.

The human glanced at his phone. Damn, he realised, can't see shit properly all cooped up in a corner.

Yet another dash of daring filled him as he stood up, stepping around his hiding place to get a better view. Constantly checking the picture on his phone, and having his heart falter as all he got was pixelated garbage. The zoom on this piece of crap...

His thumb hovered a hair's breadth from the big red 'record' button. But he had to find a better vantage point. He had to get a better, clearer picture. It was all or nothing for him now.

Then, just as he had moved away from his safe spot, the reindeer finished cleaning himself. With a rub-down of this thigh-fur and another miserable groan he straightened up. Kitt stopped, hoping the darkness could conceal him enough to get by. Just ignore me, he commanded, attempting to spread his thoughts through the air. Ignore the guy trying to film you.

At first, he was getting away with it. The anthro reindeer turned the opposite way to check the sky. Yes, stay like that, and walk away. That's it!

Kitt's levity, however, was short-lived. Another surprise took him off-guard as the reindeer faced perpendicular to him, with only a couple of thin screen-door-frames to shield him from prying eyes. The cervine was still unaware he was being watched, and from around his snout a warm glow emerged. Kitt stood there, stunned, as the creature's nose shone with a deep red hue. Memories of childhood songs flooded his mind, overwhelming his sense of unease at the alien goings-on in front of him. All he could do was mutter admiration for the miracle he was witnessing right now.

He tried to phrase it all cool, but something in his brain fucked with the appropriate words, leaving him with this:

So the legends are true.

Kitt winced as the words echoed in his head. The image of the eponymous Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer as in actuality a hunky furry exuding some serious 'daddy' energy shattered any illusion that he was awake. Because c'mon, how was this not an insane wet dream?

That was it. That one moment of carelessness was what was needed for fate to fuck with him.

Kitt went white as the reindeer's head turned, the red shine lighting up the room (and him with it). His eyes bored right through him — ripping away any semblance of stealth. Kitt's shock was met with an irate scowl on the beast's snout. His hand reached for the screen door, leaving Kitt with questions running through his head like 'did I lock that?' or 'how strong is he really?'.

Very strong. As Kitt saw when after checking if it was locked, the buff reindeer wrenched the door ajar with one heave. The human took a step back, remembering he had limbs too. But 'twas too late; with a wide-legged stride the human/animal hybrid covered the distance from the doorway to Kitt's dumb ass.

After storming up to him, the strange being sized up this 'spy', and the phone in his left hand, still raised, frozen in place as Kitt's lower lip quivered — desperate to form words.

In no real hurry, the reindeer snatched to phone from Kitt's hand. Holding it tightly, he snarled at the puny human. “You were trying to record me," it said, voice dripping with scorn. His nose had since gone dark — back to how an animal's should look (i.e. not glowing like some mutant headlight).

It's talking to me. Say something...say something!

He said nothing. A tense pause ensued. Kitt's gaze flitted from place-to-place across the reindeer's body, never resting for too long before the unreality of it all forced him to change focus. He looked at his face — an expectant expression clear as day, as if waiting for him to humbly apologise.

Say something!

Something witty? No, something cool? Yeah! But just like last time what he blurted out was lame as hell:

“Are those...tiny round bells?" he said, spotting the small objects attached to the velvety harness, and antlers. “Why aren't you jingling?"

Internally Kitt screamed at himself. The reindeer no doubt had a comparable reaction. His expression switched from bemused impatience to annoyance. Still bemused — but angrier!

The reindeer took one strap, replete with small gold orbs containing a stamped rim and teardrop-shaped hole on each, and gave it a tug; they shook but made no sound.

“They're for show only," he said, “now, about this—"

With a smile, he waved Kitt's phone in front of the hapless human. The creature chuckled and said: “naughty naughty."

“Give that back!" Kitt sputtered, sounding like spoiled child having his favourite toy taken away. Try as he might, he couldn't make himself sound tough — or even resilient in the face of all that furred muscle.

“Not until I make sure you can't blow the lid on our whole operation."

“Give it!"

“NO!" His booming voice startled Kitt, who flinched and then stepped back when he slammed his hoof against the floor. Kitt tried to close the distance again, but was pushed away effortlessly by the reindeer's free hand. He felt the thick digits slam into him with force, stealing his breath; and wheezed as the tough, horn-like substance of the deer's fingertips retreated across his upper chest soon after.

A vicious, cruel grin formed on the creature's snout. Lips curling back to reveal enormous, broad teeth. Kitt heard a rumble from the back of the throat, followed by a quite loud exhale through the nose, blasting him with deer-breath.

With ease, the reindeer held aloft his phone, and squeezed. Kitt stood unresponsive as his phone disintegrated into a clump of shattered circuitry and plastic. Crushed by sheer strength, bits of it fell to the floor, slipping between chunky fingers in a vain attempt to escape the mounting pressure of the reindeer's death-grip. He loosened his hold, allowing the rest of the remains to plummet to the floor in front of him. One swift stomp obliterated the last recognisable semblance of Kitt's phone.

The human's anger rose. “I hope you're paying for that!"

“Consider it payment enough that I don't wallop you unconscious, punk," came the deer-man's stern reply. “Now, good luck getting any recordings from that." He pointed to the smashed-up phone, and chuckled.

Kitt hissed. A sharp intake of breath preceded his trump card: “yeah," he stammered, trying to maintain eye contact with the alien intruder, “well...how do you know you stopped me?"

“Your phone's busted, and I don't see any CCTV cameras operating around this place. That's how I know."

The corner of Kitt's mouth curled upwards.

“...and did you make sure I wasn't streaming this?"

In a single sentence the smug grin on the reindeer's face was wiped away. Consternation, then more low-key anger followed.

“No..." the creature said, wincing, “I didn't..." Holding back a tirade of coarse language, he took a step forward. His heavy frame eerily close to punching distance. “Were you?"

Kitt raised his finger and waggled it. “Ah-ah-ah! That would be giving away my only advantage, Mister Rudolph."

“I prefer Rudy."

So it is him! Kitt hid his surprise from 'Rudy'. Well fuck me!

“Okay. Now that we got off on the wrong foot — wanna start over?" The human extended his arm in an offer of détente.

Rudolph swiped his open hand away; nothing more than a grunt escaped him as he stared down Kitt.

“Ouch," Kitt smirked, “playing tough guy. Okay...have it your way." He turned to leave, but Rudy's insistence stopped him.

“Wait!"

He turned back around, and saw the reindeer grimace. Kitt knew he had the creature wrapped around his pinkie finger — all he had to do was keep his cool, and not freak the fuck out that he was talking to a bipedal Christmas critter.

A tense second passed before Rudolph spoke: “you didn't _live_stream it, did you?"

Under Rudolph's death-glare, Kitt faltered. “Uh, what? No!" Shit! Don't ruin it! “I mean...it's backed-up, for sure...automatically!"

He noticed the reindeer's stance eased up.

“Good," he said, “I'd hate to think what might've happened if you said yes. Now we can talk like civilised folk."

Kitt hardened his expression once more. Another second of silence passed. This time Rudy guessed he wasn't going to get anything useful out of Kitt unless he tried to soften his position. The time for vague threats was fast approaching the end of its utility.

His next question came out dry, expressionless. “What is it gonna take...?"

“Huh?"

He sighed. “What's it gonna take for you to delete any copies of the recording?"

Kitt thought for a moment. Options...he had plenty of options. Judging by the way the other one of his kind treated him, he supposed beneath that muscled exterior was a potential pushover. If he played his cards right, he could really rub in the power imbalance. Dare he risk it?

Duh! Of course. Kitt's monkey-brain saw an opportunity to assert itself, so he was powerless to steer far from its present course — consequences be damned!

“Hmmm..."

“I haven't got all day, punk."

“Well..." Kitt said in a soft, teasing voice, “judging by that costume I think you're begging to be shown off to someone..."

He saw the reindeer's arms move to cover himself, and instantly knew he had him down to rights.

A weak counter coughed its way out of Rudy. “It's regulation...not that you'd know..."

“Boo-hoo! I've worked jobs with shitty uniforms — you're not special. But...you are special in other ways. Seems like you want your existence to remain a secret. Well, considering I have all the leverage here, you'll need to make it worth my while."

“Fine," the large biped groaned, “just tell me — what's the price for buying your silence?"

Humiliation.

The word sprang to mind suddenly. Kitt mulled it over the instant it arrived, no time passing at all before he'd settled on a course of action. His smile broadened, pissing off the reindeer (a fact he relished even more).

“You show me what you can do, and I'll make it rain." Kitt rubbed his fingers together, suggesting profit from their arrangement. Rudy knew he was talking out of his ass, but he couldn't exactly say no.

“Heh, rein..."

“You finish that sentence with the word I think you're gonna and I will break your nose!" Rudy snarled, pointing menacingly at Kitt's smug little face. “Besides – money's no use to me."

“Ease there big fellah. Keep your temper out of our little exchange, and we both get what we want."

“You'll definitely delete all the evidence? No tricks?"

“Cross my heart," Kitt said, his smile finally shifting into a demure look of curiosity.

“Ugh. Fine!"

The busted remains of Kitt's phone were swept aside by a hoof as Rudy stood in front of him. Reaching over his head, he gripped the straps of his harness and brusquely lifted the entire velvet ensemble up and off of his body, leaving only the thong — its festive colours contrasting against the brown fur of its wearer. “Like this?" the reindeer asked, rotating his hips and giving Kitt a view of his plentiful rear.

“Start swaying, then we'll see how it goes."

Biting his lip, and stemming the urge to deck the human, Rudy finished turning around. His backside now faced Kitt, thong-strap riding high on clenched cheeks. The material, divided by the tuft of his tail, split into a 'Y' and curled up and over his waistline. Muscles flexed all across his back as he tensed and loosened them in quick succession, gearing up for a sensual display.

“Shame you destroyed my phone. Could've put some music on."

Ignoring the sniggering human, Rudy began swaying his hips. This impromptu striptease started with light motions — slow, careful twists and turns; the occasional running of one hand (or two) down his sides. These built in intensity, growing harsher. Rougher. Faster. With a stomp he spread his legs, making his stance wider but lowering his overall height. Taut buttocks held firm as he placed both hands on his thighs, letting them rest atop the furred curves. He tossed his head and looked over his shoulder at Kitt, his antlers sweeping through the air. The human's gaze went lower. Like what you see? He chuckled to himself and bent over. The heavy bulge contained within the red thong forced its way into view without obstruction by his round ass. The scarlet silhouette of a hefty cock and balls made for a tantalising teaser.

Rudy arced his back. On the return from his down-low bend he glanced again at Kitt, checking to see what the human's reaction was, and would be as he continued. Nothing made itself clear — the prick had a neutral expression, hard to read. But Rudy could sense a growing desire — desire betwixt anxiety as the human beheld the bulky cervine.

Nudging closer with each sway, Rudy parked his knockout keister close to Kitt. “Why don't you find somewhere to sit, while I back this up?" he proffered. He watched the human step back — a faint gulp visible in the lines of his pale throat.

Bitten off more than you can chew, eh?

Don't worry, punk. It'll only get worse from here...

After a moment of scrabbling in the dark to find a stool, Kitt could not rest. The plump posterior of Rudolph waved suggestively; strong hips gyrated as the red thong glimmered in the low light. When he turned around, showing off his package from the front — neatly wrapped in its snug sling — Kitt felt small. In silence, with only the rustle of fur and the soft put-on moans of the anthro creature, the dance grew closer.

“You seem to be staring an awful lot," Rudy remarked, a warm sigh following his statement as he tilted forward, his upper body leaning over Kitt. Heavy breaths breezed through Kitt's hair. One thick arm flanked him as Rudy grabbed the table behind him for purchase. A second, on the far side, locked him in-place as the gyrating god pressed his advantage. Kitt was face-to-face with the broad chest of the reindeer — pecs and abs showing their definition behind a lair of dense winter fur. Rudolph was ripped!

Moving away, withdrawing his arms from either side of Kitt, Rudy smirked. “It's what you asked for, right? Why so scared?"

Kitt's ego got the better of him. “Shut up!" he blurted. “I can handle what you've got!"

“Is that so...?"

The cheeky smile of a moment ago disappeared, replaced on the reindeer's face with an intense look. A knowing look...hinting at something just about to...

One of his thumbs wriggled its way under the strap of his thong, and made a journey from one hip to the next, separating the fabric from his body for a brief moment where it passed. Then, his other hand lowered, cupping his massive bulge.

Rudy lifted one leg, spreading the strap with his hand and guiding it free, all while in an upright position. Up, over, and back down; his knee bending and straightening once clear. However, instead of letting his foot fall back to earth, he stretched forward and planted his hoof beside Kitt on the seat next to him. The solid mass of his leg dwarfed the experience of being trapped by his arms and upper body. And Kitt flinched as the huge limb hovered beside him, dominating him with its sheer size.

Not one for resting on his laurels, Rudy leaned in once more, bringing his cupped and partially-unclothed junk close to Kitt's waist. With his free hand he ran his fingers along his antlers — first the smooth sections that formed the bulk of the extremity, then the parts nearer his skull, swaddled in fuzz. He returned to his swaying, forcing his concealed bulge dangerously close to Kitt's head.

“Wanna see?" he chuckled, hips slowing their motion until his dance came fully to rest.

Lifting his leg back, he stood firmly, facing away from the human and letting his thong drop to the floor. He held out both hands, their backs to Kitt, and opened them flat — like an arrest — just to show him there was nothing holding back the tide of maleness once he turned around.

He swivelled on one hoof, letting his cock rise with the motion. Hanging from between his legs was a monster of a shaft — ten or more inches when flaccid. Behind the pinkish-beige tube of reindeer meat, a pair of soft, furry orbs dangled. Their capacity was certainly unmatched by anything human — let alone what Kitt could conjure in his most feverish fantasies. A drunken stupor overtook him, the human losing his sense of time and place when faced with the enormity of Rudy's manhood.

One hand gripped the shaft, raising it so its head pointed away from the floor, and began to stroke. Rudy walked towards Kitt, a devilish grin in his eyes.

Kitt may have had his fun, fucking him over. Now it was his turn!

“Kneel."

“What!?"

Rudy stopped with his cock inches from Kitt, and hardening fast. Its length had grown, as had its girth, as blood rushed to fill the aching organ. “You wanna force me into this...might as well have some fun of my own..."

“What do you mean?" Kitt protested. He felt his body go limp as Rudy grabbed his shoulder and pulled him from his seat.

“I'm not taking questions," the reindeer snarled. “Kneel. NOW!"

Kitt fell to the floor, a sharp pain erupting through his leg. His soreness was soon forgotten, however, as he found himself at eye level with the titan that dwelled between Rudolph's thighs. Its broad head creeping closer — daring him to taste the glistening pre that seeped from within.

“I-I'm not touching that!" he cried, indignant.

“Yes you are." The reindeer's voice was stern, no-nonsense. He'd had enough of Kitt's bullshit. “You're wrapping your lips around it right now. I saw you stare. You want more than a show. Don't you?"

As he spoke his command, Kitt was already kissing his tip. The soft flesh of the human's lips were about to part in protest, but a swift push forward hushed any complaint as his member entered the warm depths of his mouth.

“Mmppffhh!"

“Ssshhh...relax. Play nice and I'll even pull some strings with management. Get you taken off the 'naughty list' for this little infraction. How's that sound?"

A wet squelch answered Rudy as he slid another inch inside. He could feel the rolling of Kitt's tongue against the underside of his shaft, and the cosy embrace of his cheeks as they contracted around him. “Ahhhh," he sighed, finally getting his own back on the dick who caught him — with a dick of his own!

Taking the hint, Kitt bobbed his head back-and-forth. The dampening pillar stopped its advance once Rudy had seen (and felt) that Kitt was playing ball. The reindeer let out a deep, pleasant grumble. His arms fell to their sides, and he let the human work his magic.

The blowjob carried on for a minute or two without incident, until Rudy looked down at the human submissively sucking his shaft, and laughed. Lust-filled eyes gazed up at him, and why shouldn't they? He towered over the human, made him seem puny and weak. But that wasn't the part that amused him. No, it was the strange red light emanating from within Kitt's mouth. A pulsating glow that shone through the flesh of his cheeks, throbbing in time with the pangs of pleasure Rudy was experiencing.

“Heh, my nose isn't the only part that glows. The songs left that bit out...for some reason...can't think of why..."

He gestured at Kitt, whose confusion tickled his funny bone. Letting the human slip back, and spit out his erection, he watched as his eyes went wide at the sight of the rosy red light emanating from his cock-head. Open-mouthed, Kitt stared dumbly at it, then at Rudy's face, lit up like his penis but in amusement, as opposed to physical light. A string of pre-cum-infused drool dripped over his chin and spilled a handful of droplets on the floor.

Rudy reached down and gently stroked Kitt's head, just about finished with this novel aside.

“I didn't say stop, did I?"

The quizzical look on Kitt's face vanished as he got back to worshipping Rudy's cock. His meat re-entered the human with a loud schlep and a moan ensued as the human redoubled his efforts to please him. His face no longer painted in shades of red, Kitt made it halfway down Rudy's shaft before his gag reflex kicked in. A gasp came out as a damp glug as he choked on the reindeer's cock. To steady the human, Rudy put his hands either side of his head, palms covering whole halves of Kitt's smaller skull, and started to rock to-and-fro while holding him in-place. The warm tunnel of his mouth was losing its charm as a vessel for his manhood, and Rudy suppressed the first signs of climax — removing himself from Kitt and letting his cock drip a mixture of saliva and pre.

The human drew deep breaths, sucking in air as fiercely as he'd sucked cock. He looked at Rudy, his face riven with a concoction of clashing emotions. One thought made itself clear: 'are we done?'. Rudy read Kitt's ambivalence and deigned not to answer.

Kitt had a moment to look down and compose himself. A moment cut short of a few seconds when Rudy's harsh grip returned, manhandling him off the ground.

“Wha—hey! What gives!?"

Picking up the human (a feat which took no effort for a creature of his strength), Rudy hefted him over his shoulder, holding onto his ankles and refusing to respond to the flailing of his captive's arms — nor the enticing feel of his hands grabbing somewhere, anywhere on him for dear life. Enough times after his firm ass had been clutched by Kitt trying to right himself, Rudy spoke:

“I'm done playing games! Now shut up and show me where the bedroom is."

One defeated wave of an arm later, Rudy traipsed up the stairs with his quarry. Entering the bedroom he tossed Kitt onto the bed and marched around to its left side. He tugged at Kitt's clothes.

“Off."

Kitt obeyed, stripping down to his pink skin — mind awash with fear, guilt, and an unmistakable yearning. Rudy climbed onto the bed, tearing off any layers that were too slow to remove themselves from their wearer. The loud rip of fabric turned into dead silence as Kitt's torn clothes settled in piles around the bedside.

SMACK!

Kitt jolted forward when Rudy's hand struck his soft rear. With a firm palm the deer laid claim to his cheek, gripping and mashing and sinking his tough fingertips into his flesh. A hum of approval rumbled deep from his chest, as he crawled over his human toy.

Descending, Rudy enveloped Kitt in his strong body. His chest-fur tickled exposed skin. His weight pinned him to the bed, sinking into the mattress. The warmth of his huge cock as it found a nice resting place atop Kitt's ass left nothing to the imagination. He'd become something to be used.

A slight shift in position let the fat pillar of Rudolph's dick slide up-and-down, hugged by the swell of Kitt's peach on either side. Rubbing his cock against the human, firing up the engine of lust once more, Rudy pressed harder with his whole body, driving him deeper into the depression the pair formed on the bed.

After a couple of quick strokes to spread the lingering moisture of the blowjob, Rudy positioned himself at Kitt's rear entrance, the clenched pucker doing its best to repel the invader. Another flurry of commands — issued amid grunts and growls — told Kitt to loosen up, or else! The human's mind filled in the blanks, not needing or wanting at this point to let this encounter end.

Rudy moaned as he felt Kitt open up. First he relaxed his asshole, letting the probing head of Rudy's cock socket into place. Then, as he found himself resisting to impulse to curl up, aghast at the pressure mounting on his butt — he let the reindeer enter.

“Ooohhh-aaaahhh!" The relaxed sigh ringing in Kitt's ears as his dominator pushed his first inch inside. The pain of his ring stretching to accommodate the bulbous head subsided fast, and he was left with the pressure. Growing. Mounting, as he was being mounted.

Giving his quarry a second to recover, Rudy inserted another inch. He was still tapering to his full girth, and the surprised gasps produced by his entry spurred him on. He paused, feeling the insane tightness of Kitt's ass, and had to catch his own breath as he nearly blew his top just two inches inside. Clenching his groin and buttocks, practising his impulse control, Rudy slid deeper.

“Ah! That's it...open up like a good boy. Mmmm...you're definitely working hard to get off the naughty list."

Not caring if Kitt even gave a crap about Christmas stories (hard to do when a creature straight out of them is ramming your ass), Rudy kept up his teasing. Whispering, nuzzling the human's neck in a rare moment of tenderness. Feeling the human's body slowly open itself to him, become accustomed to his size...learning to receive him willingly as each inch of his length applied greater and greater strain on his prostate...punk was starting to enjoy it as much as he was...

Rudy stopped just when he'd pushed his thickest portion into him. His spear sat partially-swallowed, stretching Kitt's ass, preventing escape through powerful suction — every time he moved away he threatened to drag Kitt with him from sheer friction alone! This would not last as he was leaking pre enough to lubricate his passed and let him plough the human with ease. Letting his fluids soak the constricting tunnel, he repositioned his hands on Kitt's shoulders, preparing for the main event.

“Um...Mr. Rudolph..." Through the fog of pleasure Kitt tried to reason with the horny reindeer.

“...maybe we could keep it slow…"

“Hah!" he bellowed, “you play with fire — expect to get burned!"

He smiled. I'm gonna ride you like my own personal sleigh!

Two cries echoed as the rutting began. Kitt's began as a yelp and ended with a hiss. Rudy's maintained its deep timbre the whole duration. Hips started to buck, and bodies braced for impact, as the final few inches of reindeer meat filled Kitt's delicate hole.

Whamp...slump...whamp...whump...

The bedsprings struggled to contain the power exerted by Rudy's thrusts. A barrage of heavy, forceful pumps kept Kitt locked in a state of delirium. His own personal ecstasy fuelled by the massive cock stimulating his innards. At each stroke he shivered — from the previous thrust's withdrawal leaving a void he desperately wanted filled, to the surging crash of pain and pleasure that met every contour, every inch, of Rudy's cock aggressively skewering him.

“Grrr...ugh...grah..." the reindeer moaned, “...ah...I'll...teach you...to blackmail me!"

WHAM!

A powerful thrust rocked Kitt. His whole body was afire. He lay, pinned beneath this god of males, spirit animal of the festive season...and was held in awe of the creature's majesty. He grit his teeth as he was spread like butter over an enormous slice of bread. Helpless to resist. Questioning his very sanity.

Slickh...schleph...schlorp...

The lubrication of Rudy's pre-cum gradually changed the overall sound of their fucking. Now a damp onomatopoeia ruled the encounter, the kind of sounds that made you wince when you pondered where the liquid was going to go...what it was going to stain...

Not even a full load and already Kitt was feeling like an object – a warm, greasy tube, his agency stripped from him. The strong, swift thrusts of Rudy drove his cock deep. Kitt mewled as the buff reindeer used him for the basest of reasons: raw, animal lust. He was lost in the storm. Trapped in a tirade of tumultuous trepidation...

Rudy roared. The noise boomed from his capacious lungs, rattling the artefacts of the room. Kitt sensed his arrival seconds before his came, in the twitch and pulse of his mammoth cock. The flood of warmth filling his guts confirmed his senses' prediction. Thick jets of cum plastered his inner flesh with hot life-giving seed in a futile attempt by nature to create more of his kind. The torrent of sexual fluid erupted again and again from Rudy's throbbing tip — the reindeer whinnying like a horse as he revelled in the height of his orgasm.

The metaphorical river soon burst its banks as Rudy was forced to exit Kitt by the volume of his emission pushing back the way it came. With a loud squelch and much dripping his cock slid free and flopped on the bedsheets, ruining them with his sticky load. Not satisfied with painting Kitt internals, he grabbed the source of his pride and stroked the still-leaking member, rolling Kitt over with his other hand so the human was face-to-face with the grinning stud. Working several more spurts from his shaft, Rudy shot ropes all over Kitt's exposed body, covering him in semen. His belly, chest, neck, and face were gifted a coating of reindeer juice as the slimy liquid stuck to him.

Not the White Christmas most expect, but it'd do for salving Rudy's frustration.

The soft light of his glowing cock had returned, as Rudy lost control of its function. His nose was alight too. Its scarlet shimmer spread across the walls and ceiling, and turned the white sheets of the bed into a pinkish swirl as light and shadow danced across the crumpled covers. It took a moment for him to reassert conscious control over his peculiar biology, but he decided against turning off the mood lighting. It put a nice sheen on the human's cum-splattered shape.

He looked at his handiwork. Part of him struggled to remember what had started this all. Oh right, he remembered, the phone... the threats...

* * *

Kitt panted as he felt the slow advance of sleep roll over him.

God-dammit...what the fuck just happened to me!?

I...

He tried his best to ignore his current cum-stained situation. Too visceral to be a dream, but his mind couldn't stop trying to rationalise away this bizarre event.

B __uff Rudolph isn't real, he told himself, he can't hurt you..._ or fuck you..._s'not possible...

...

I need...

...

I need...rest...

Soon after, exhausted from the fucking he'd taken, Kitt lapsed into a deep sleep. The face and figure of Rudy the last thing he saw in his addled state before losing consciousness.

* * *

Rudy sat up, taking a moment to breathe before he rose to his full standing height. The reindeer loomed over the bed, with a slumbering Kitt in it, body creamed and ass leaking with a healthy dose of cervine seed. He'd had enough of this place, this pissant trying to extort him — and he wasn't planning to hang around until the punk woke up and erased his recordings. No, he was on a schedule — it was a certain night after all — and he had already wasted too much time indulging in this stupid sidetrack.

Putting his brains to work, he looked around the bedroom, then wandered out into the upper floor landing, searching for something in the other rooms. The naked reindeer strode nobly despite his lack of clothing, limp member swinging free in the stale air of the condo. His hefty frame carried him to an adjacent room, where the pale screen-glow of an open laptop greeted him with the same glorious feeling that a newfound signal flare makes to a desperate party of survivors in the remote wilderness.

Rudy stretched his arms and shoulders, uttering a relaxed sigh as he stomped into the room. The laptop was unlocked (that idiot must not have bothered to set up a proper password, he reckoned) and lay there, inviting his interference.

He grabbed the wheeled chair from the far side of the room and plopped down in front of the desk the computer sat upon. His weight strained the small seat — the hiss of its pneumatic core coming apart at the seams told him he hadn't long if he wanted to remain upright. Humming a merry theme to himself, he poked his stubby tail between the gaps in the chair's back and leaned over the device.

Checking for icons, he noticed a cloud sync program in a corner of the screen. Opening it, he saw the image of the phone he had destroyed, and its user ID. Lucky, he thought as he navigated further. His great bulk shifted in anticipation as he typed away — tough fingertips clacking loudly on the plastic keys.

Delving deeper into the software, he checked recent uploads. To his growing sense of dismay, Rudy saw no videos added in at least two days. Two days! And this looked like the right place to check for recordings — he was sure of it! Hell, he knew the folks who built these things — they were a little short (much like their stature) on time to give any lectures, but he had experience enough with technology and he couldn't find any evidence that the punk had been recording at all throughout the entire night!

He double-checked. But the timestamps didn't lie. He'd been duped.

The room filled with a deep growl. Rudy balled his hands into fists, daring himself to smash this god-damned laptop into a million pieces just like that asshole's phone.

“Son of a..."

Storming downstairs, Rudy found his thong and harness where he'd left them. After a moment steaming with rage, he dressed himself in what scant costume he had.

Fucker didn't record me at all! That lying prick...

Opening the door and walking into the backyard, Rudy glanced over his shoulder — taking one last look at the condo.

What a waste of an hour!

His anger was soothed by another thought. “Well..." he said, and smiled, running his hand over the bulge between his legs, his monster sated (for now), “...not entirely wasted."

Crouching, and looking into the night sky, Rudy launched into a rapid ascent — his magical flight a welcome distraction from the events that had just taken place. The wind rushed past him — his fur matting down as he put his arms by his sides and kept his legs straight. His nose began to glow again as he surged into the darkness and the starlight.