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

Part 1

For Juantillery

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Stealing was never that good an idea, and particularly not a great idea when you weren’t that good a thief. However, desperate times called for desperate measures, and Jack was a very desperate young man. Getting kicked out of his job at the start of December, barely having the funds to keep himself in his apartment until the end of the month, and with nothing else lined up for the new year meant that he needed something, and fast. It didn’t matter if it was the right thing to do, didn’t matter if he was likely to get caught. All that mattered was that he find something to try and nab for himself.

When trying to mug a drug dealer ended up with him getting a ‘lesson’ by getting beaten up in an alley and then left there – thankfully with all his organs still in place – he realized that he wasn’t cut out for any sort of real thug life. All he could do was try and find an easy mark. Unfortunately, that meant something like this.

Jack hunched his shoulders in the alley, looking left and right as he tried to keep an eye out for the cops. Whenever he wasn’t looking for a police car, he was looking across the street at the toy store that glowed with a bright yellow light, spilling out like gold onto the cold streets. The door was locked, he knew, but the lock was old, one of those things that could be jimmied with little more than a credit card, or something like it. The lights were on, but the owner was probably long-gone. It was late at night, and the store had technically closed over two hours ago.

Nevertheless, Jack kept staring at the store, gathering his courage. This was a bit more than trying to mug a dealer for a bit of cash. The cops might have looked the other way for that if it got reported. This…this was something a good bit worse.

[i]It’s charity. They didn’t expect to get it, they didn’t think that they would get it. It’s not like it’s stealing from the charity. It’s just stealing from the store…[/i]

That was what he kept telling himself. The toy store had been gathering funds and toys for donations to different hospitals across the city, little things that might be useful to people, funds that might help research here and there. It was something that the shop owner had kept out in the open during business hours, letting the public see what their good will and their generosity had helped raise for the general public.

It was something that he could use to save himself.

[i]Just…just take it and go. Nobody’s going to know it was you. Nobody is going to hunt you down and…[/i]

The desperate man finally broke from the alley, running across the empty street to the toy store. He ran his fingers along the doorframe, found the lock, jimmied it open with a little twist and tug. Then he was inside, no alarm ringing.

It was easy, easy as pie, and yet, he was sweating up a storm.

[i]Nobody’s going to miss it but the guy that owns the place,[/i] he told himself again. [i]He hasn’t given it up. He might have been keeping it, anyway, lying about giving it a way. Nobody just gives away that kinda money.[/i]

Jack kept telling himself the little lies to try and make himself feel better about what he was doing, and he didn’t know if he even believed half the stuff that was going through his head. All he knew was that he needed to do this and get out.

He wandered through the store, knowing that the money and the toys were at the very back of the building. He could take those, sell the toys to a few people, make a few extra bucks, but it was the donation package that he really needed. Two hundred thousand had been raised. That would keep him in his apartment for a year or two, take care of him. Hell, he didn’t even need all of it. Just some of it.

He picked up the pace as the toys seemed to loom over him on the high shelves, looking down at him with judging plastic eyes as he walked through the building. He kept his head down, not wanting to see what they were seeing, not wanting to admit how he felt.

The big Christmas tree at the back of the store covered a number of different packages. Twenty, thirty, forty of them. Too many for him to take, too many for him to carry out. But the big package at the base of the tree, that was the important one. Jack knelt down, threadbare jeans scraping on the linoleum floor, and he squirmed under the branches to reach for that gold-wrapped package.

[i]Just…a little…further…[/i]

He struggled to reach for the package further in, tapping his fingers left, right, and center. Little bits of fake snow caught his fingernails, and then a little bit of the Christmas tree rug. Light streamers pinched and poked at his palm, and then –

“Got ya.”

He pulled, and he had the package between his legs a second later. He stared at it, the golden paper looking like a gift from heaven. For him, it might as well have been. This was his way to survive. This was his ticket to keeping himself in a house for the winter.

This was –

“That isn’t yours.”

Jack froze in place, his eyes going wide at the strange voice. He slowly turned his head, looking towards the source of it.

There was a hippo standing at the back of the store, having just stepped through the back door. It was a big one, too, looking down at him with his arms crossed and with his eyes narrowed. Jack sputtered, trying to find some sort of excuse, but the hippo security guard – or at least, that was what he assumed the hippo was – was having none of it.

“Put it down, son.”

“Please…you don’t understand…”

“That’s not yours. Put it back.”

“I can’t…please…”

“Put it back, and we’re not going to have any unpleasantness.”

Jack looked down at the gift, then back at the hippo. For all that he knew it would only get him into greater trouble, he was already guessing at how fast the hippo could run. Not that fast, he was sure. They weren’t that quick on land, and this guy was a little big around the middle. Sure, he had the thick arms of a good guard, but that probably didn’t mean much. Not if he didn’t get caught.

Just had to get out the door, and he’d be fine.

Jack jerked to his feet, tucking the gold present under his arm and booking it. He ran around the corner before the hippo could grab him, and was booking it right to the front door.

[i]Faster, faster, faster.[/i]

This time, there was no avoiding how the little dolls and action figures on the shelves were looking down at him, judging him, glaring at him. He knew that this was wrong and he was doing it anyway. Jack bit his lip, running faster, hearing the hippo chasing after him. But he had the lead, and all he had to do was get out the door, and he could lose the guard in the alleys again. Just a little further.

He was almost in arm’s reach of the door when the hippo slammed into him from behind, almost crushing him between the doorway and the big guy’s bulk. The air was knocked right out of his chest, and he hit the floor with a gasp. He rolled onto his side, coughing, and the hippo took the present back from him.

“That…you shouldn’t have done that,” the hippo panted.

“I need…I need the money…”

“If you needed charity, you ask.”

“Nobody helps me.”

“Did anyone know to?”

“…”

“You’re going to have to pay for that.”

“I didn’t…I don’t have money…”

“I guess that was why you were doing this in the first place?” the hippo asked, putting the present down on one of the shelves.

Jack nodded, slowly sitting up as he was able to get his breath back. Not the easiest thing in the world after being crushed between a solid wall and a thick hippo. He groaned under his breath, feeling little twinges through his body, knowing that it was going to be a sore day in the morning.

Sore day, and sore winter. That had been his last chance. He groaned, rubbing his face as he sat with his back against the wall and his face in his hands.

“Well, we still need to figure out what to do with you,” the hippo muttered, shaking his head. “Not like we can tolerate thieves in the store.”

“I didn’t even steal anything.”

“You tried to. The magic of Christmas is a fragile thing, kid.”

“Hmmph. Magic.”

“You think it’s rubbish?”

“I don’t think it matters. Hasn’t helped anyone.”

“Oh, it has…and I think you need a dose of it, yourself.”

The hippo shook his head as Jack looked up. The magic of Christmas was a joke. Nothing more than another way to get people to give money to people that didn’t need it, rather than to the people that did. He shook his head as he slowly pushed himself up the wall.

“Just…Forget it. I’ll go.”

“Not before I’m done with you, you won’t.”

The hippo grabbed him by the arm before he could pull the door open, dragging him back. Jack yelped.

“What the hell?”

“You tried to take the gifts. Now, you’re going to start delivering some. Or at least, doing some good deeds.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, no. That’s not happening. Not yet, at least.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“The magic of Christmas, kid. I told you, you need a dose of it, and it’s time for you to see just what that means.”

Reaching into a pocket of his blue pants, the hippo pulled something free. It looked like some sort of bell, something that hung from a collar, and Jack stared at it. He tried to pull back, but the hippo’s grip was like iron around his wrist, keeping him from getting out of reach. The collar hit his neck, leather pressing against his skin, and the hippo pulled it tight no matter how Jack squirmed this way or that.

“What the fuck?! Get this off of me!”

“No chance, kid. You need to learn your lesson.”

As the security guard tapped the bell hanging from the collar, a silvery tone of Christmas cheer filled the shop, and the bell echoed for far longer than it should have. Jack gasped as he heard the sound getting louder and louder, echoing through his ears and right down to his skull. He stopped trying to run away and started trying to cover his ears, but the sound had already settled into his head.

“Nnnngh…nnngh…”

He groaned as he fell to his knees, something that the hippo did allow. He hit the floor, covering his head, lowering his cheek to the ground, the echoing bell sound light and cheery, but neverending. It was so loud, so powerful, that he couldn’t hear anything else. Not even his own thoughts.

Ring ring, ring ring. Jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle.

The sound kept going, and the more that it spread, the more that it brought a tingling itch through his head, and then down the back of his neck. It was a prickling feeling, almost like the sensation of an animal with a rough fur coat rubbing up against him. He shook his head, trying to ignore it, but it only got stronger and stronger, grabbing his attention and making it harder for him to think.

He grabbed at his hands, scratching at the backs of them, until all of a sudden, he felt something scratching back. His eyes opened wide, and he stared as he saw a thick brown-gray fur sprouting from the backs of his hands.

“What the fuck?!”

Jack managed to pull himself back to a kneeling position, staring at the back of his hands as the fur spread up his arms. It was thick and heavy, more like a shaggy coat than just a layer of fuzz, and it was getting thicker the further that it went. His fingers felt stiff, his hands feeling wrong, and –

“Nngh…what…what’s happening…to me…”

“The magic of Christmas, kid. The magic of Christmas.”

“What the hell does that – agh!”

Crick, crack. His spine popped and then stretched, pushing him upwards. His shoulders followed suit, spreading outwards, getting wider as he grew bigger. He slumped back against the wall, needing it for support as he dragged himself back to his feet.

As he kept staring down at his hands, he watched with horror and fascination as his fingers started to melt together. Two and two, grinding together, darkening as they did. His eyes widened even further as he watched them lose the knuckles, soon unable to bend save at the very base.

What had been his fingernails darkened, turning black before spreading that color over the rest of the no-longer-flexible fingers. They became like…like…hooves, he realized, hooves that had been overtaken his hand.

With his thumbs fattening and lengthening in the same way, there was no way that he could use his hands to turn knobs or anything complicated. He stared at them, almost forgetting about the changes that were spreading through the rest of his body. Almost, that was, until he felt the thickening in his upper arms.

Clench, pull, clench. It was almost like a miniature cramp, but when he looked down at his biceps, he could see them growing, swelling. They spasmed, yes, but they weren’t hurting when they did it. Just…growing. Thickening. Filling out.

He stared at his arms, watching as they filled out the top of his t-shirt, making the sleeves feel tighter and tighter the longer that it went on. This wasn’t possible. This wasn’t –

RIIIIIP!

His top came off, his shoulders breaking through the artificial fabric, his muscles too big to be contained. The fur had spread all the way up his arms, and the body hair on his chest and along his belly were slowly turning the same shade, thickening and filling out as they did. He gripped at his stomach, shaking his head as he felt the muscles tightening and growing there, too.

And he was still getting taller, too. He had been at least a foot below the top of the doorframe when he’d walked in, but he could almost bump his head against it now. He felt big and strong, and if he had been able to think straight, he might have tried running again. There was a chance that he could overpower the hippo now, run away, but –

Even as he thought it, something else caught his attention. Not another shift in the body, but a shift in something he noticed. A smell. No, a reeking odor.

He groaned, covering his nose, and the hippo shook his head.

“Magic of Christmas, kid. You think naughty thoughts, do naughty things, and it’s gonna punish you. Looks like in your case, it’s gonna make you stink.”

It was more than a stink. It was a rutting reek, a musk of an unwashed body that had gone weeks without a shower, or more. He groaned under his breath, trying to fight it, but the more that he thought of trying to escape his punishment, the worse that it got.

Jack whimpered, covering his nose and trying to breathe through his mouth, but that only brought more of the horrible smell to him. It was coming from his body, and he could all but taste it.

He huffed softly, trying to push it out of his mouth and lungs, but it was getting worse and worse by the second.

[i]Be…good…[/i]

He thought of trying to donate something, trying to give something to people. He tried to hold onto the feeling of making good on what he had done, to be better than he had been. And as he held those thoughts, the smell started to go down. He didn’t stink anymore. He didn’t make himself feel a little sick just by breathing in the air around him.

It was a slow process, but it worked.

Through that whole unpleasant thing, his body had continued to change. The same muscle growth that had ripped through his shirt had hit his hips and his ass, and then down his legs. His jeans, already threadbare, were starting to rip, too. He could hear it in the back, and along his legs, and he could feel the cool air in the store starting to slip through.

Yet, with all the fur down there, it was almost a relief now. The heat that the fur held in needed something to cool him off, and he groaned as he felt the rips spread, going further and further until –

RIIIIIP!

Another big rip, taking his jeans and underwear with them. He whimpered, feeling beyond humiliated as he felt the cold air on his cock and balls, against his asshole, against the little tail that was starting to grow just over the top of his ass. Everything was so…sensual, and yet, so embarrassing. This…this was wrong…

Then again, he was being punished, so did he really expect things to be going nicely?

The fur spread forward around his crotch, and he could feel it cupping his balls, pulling on them, dragging them down. Almost instantly they started sweating under the layer of fur, and he could smell them. Not so bad as the rest had been, but strong enough for him to notice, strong enough for him to wonder who else would notice the…the…

The surprisingly pleasant smell, he realized. Thick and musky, yeah, but in a…in a nice way…

He groaned as his cock started to throb, getting stiffer as he smelled his own body, the thick musk hitting him had enough to get his dick rising, throbbing, stiffening against his own belly. It rose quickly, starting to press against his waist, getting longer the more that he breathed in his own fumes.

[i]That’s…that’s not so…bad…[/i]

Yet, it didn’t stop there. The shaft started to grow a bit, but he could feel it changing. It didn’t quite feel like his dick anymore. Jack looked down, and his eyes widened again, seeing yet another change.

Not only was there some sort of tube that was growing along the base of his cock, almost like a sheath for it – no, exactly like that – but his cock was turning a bright red, something that was more animalistic than human. The tip was narrowing, becoming bestial, and the shaft itself was losing all signs of humanity.

“What…what…”

“You’re not a human anymore, Jack. You’re a reindeer.”

Crack, crack.

And with that, the start of his antlers began, spreading through his head like a pressure that needed to be relieved. His hoof hands reached up to his scalp, rubbing through the hair that was already falling out, finding the points where the pressure was worst. He could feel the little points rubbing through his skin and fur, and then –

Rip.

Rip.

It was surprisingly painless as they came in, pushing up and out through his scalp. A little blood came down, but it disappeared shortly after, leaving him with no real pain or problems. He panted softly, feeling them growing up and out of his head, giving him a sense of weight that was dragging his head back.

That, too, was balanced out by the pressure behind his mouth and nose. They started extending, forming a muzzle that started pushing forward. His nose widened, becoming rubbery in a way, and it moved closer to his lips. It flattened, becoming part of the end of his muzzle rather than its own things, and his eyes pulled back, closer to the sides of his head rather than facing fully forward.

And then his ears. Oh, the ears moving up the sides of his head felt so strange, so freaky, so…so weird. He groaned under his breath, feeling them getting stiffer, longer, moving around and circling at the base to pick up every sound that they could. Every sound, including the crick-crack of his feet as they started changing, too.

He fell over at the sudden loss of balance and stability, his legs cracking and shifting, too. They didn’t quite get a reversed knee, but there was a feeling of his ankle rising far higher, his toes melting, the soft click-clack of the hooves that his toes were becoming filling his ears and making him shiver as his body continued to warp.

He didn’t lose his ability to use his arms, or his hands. He could…feel, for lack of a better word, that this wasn’t leaving him on all fours. He just couldn’t keep his balance until the last of the transformation was done.

As his ears rolled up to the top of his head and their tips brushed his new, flowering antlers, he could feel his legs cracking and shifting, changing and warping. It was going to take him hours to figure out how to walk normally again, and even with all the muscle down there, he could tell that this was going to be difficult.

His feet – no, hooves now – slipped out of his shoes without ripping them for a change. He panted, his cock throbbing against his belly, a little slenderer, but definitely longer, than it had ever been. The thick smell of cock and male and balls and sex and sweat slowly filled the room, and he shivered as he was made to breathe it in again and again.

Through it all, the hippo had stood at his side, watching with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. When it was all done, when the collar was tight around his furred neck, when his muzzle had come in and the antlers were at full size, when he had no clothes and was just a naked, furred beast that could walk on its hind legs, the hippo finally spoke again.

“Looks like it’ll fit you,” he said.

“Nnngh…what…what is all this? Why am I…why did you turn me into a reindeer? How?”

“How many times do I gotta keep saying ‘Magic of Christmas’?”

“Ugh…what’s that even mean?”

“It means that you’re on the naughty list, and you got a lot of work to do to get off of it.”

“That’s not even a thing.”

“It is in this shop. And until I let you take that collar off, it’s going to be real for you, too.”

“…”

He looked at himself. He was better suited for surviving the winter now, what with the shaggy coat, but he doubted that the average policeman was going to be happy to see an anthro walking around in the nude. While there were some loose things back at his apartment that he could wear to cover himself, he doubted that it was going to go well for him in the long run. Not when he was like this.

And that was if the landlord believed what had happened to him. No, he needed to fix this. Fast.

“What the hell do I do?”

“You tried to steal something, so, now you’ll start giving stuff.”

“But…I don’t have anything to give. I’m broke. Why do you think I was trying to take the money?”

“Doesn’t matter. You still need to do something.”

“Like…what?”

“Gift delivery.”

The hippo nodded back to the rest of the store.

“The boss has a lot of gifts that have to go out before Christmas proper arrives. You can be a delivery boy. The better you do, the faster that you earn your way out of that collar. The more you bitch and complain, or the naughtier that you get, the more the collar’s gonna start turning you into a stupid reindeer.”

“…How stupid are we talking?”

“Thinking with your nuts stupid.”

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. So, you wanna be a big dumb beast that works as a horny delivery boy after Christmas, then you just keep doing the naughty stuff. You wanna be back to normal, get that collar off? Then you start shaping up. This is your last chance, kid. You wanna take it. Trust me.”

“Have there been…others?”

“A few.”

“…How many?”

“Eight. You’d be the ninth.”

That felt…portentous, and not in a good way. He shivered as he imagined the collar hanging around his neck for more than a couple of weeks, and worse, at the idea of being turned into a real beast. Right now, he at least still had his mind, but that might slip if he started getting stupid again.

Or desperate.

“When…when would I start?”

“Tomorrow night, right after the sun goes down. The boss has a lot of late-night deliveries, and truth be told, it’d be good to have another hand on that.”

“And I get paid?”

“If you get through it all, you’ll get enough to make sure that your time is worth it. Out of the collar, if you’re good, into the stable if you’re not.”

That was a pretty good threat, he had to admit. Jack groaned as he managed to get himself to his feet, feeling more than a little embarrassed at the fact that his dick was still out and throbbing. He looked down at it, and then rubbed his nose as he felt a little hint of that stink coming back when he contemplated what would happen to him if he failed. He shivered.

“What’s that smell, anyway?” he muttered.

“That’s you.”

“What do you mean, that’s me? It smells horrible.”

“That’s because you’re [i]being[/i] horrible.”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Nope. It’s the way that the boss keeps track of the naughty reindeer.”

“…”

“Yeah. You do stupid shit, you’ll start stinking. You do good stuff, you start smelling like flowers. Musky flowers, but…yeah.”

“…That’s messed up.”

“I don’t make the rules. I just enforce them.”

“What, like a security elf?”

“Something like that. Just bigger.”

The idea of stinking up the place wasn’t a good one, either, but at least he would know the rules. He looked down at his new body, shaking his head slowly. It was going to be a very rough last few weeks.

But if he could make it through the process, if he could do all the deliveries right, if he could just get through the new couple of weeks without fucking up, he’d be alright. They even said that they’d pay him.

[i]You can do it. And it’s better than stealing.[/i]

At least, that was very much what he hoped. If he fucked it up, then he’d be right back at square one, and then he’d have to find something else to do. That was, if they actually let him go at all. The collar felt rather tight as he considered that, and the smell got stronger, to the point where the hippo covered his nose.

“Fuck, man, do you just live on the naughty list?”

“It’s not my fault!”

“You’re the one thinking this fucking stuff.”

“I’ve had a hard life, okay? Just blame that.”

“I’ll blame you for turning out this way. Now…ugh…get out of here before you stink up the shop any further.”

“But –”

“Out!”

The hippo pointed at the door, and the reindeer ran out before he even realized what he’d done. The door slammed shut behind him, and he realized, belatedly, that he had just ran out of the shop without a single stitch of clothing on. His cock sank back into his new sheath now that he was out in the cold – apparently, shrinkage was a thing for reindeer, too – but that still meant that he had it completely exposed.

Blushing, he covered his crotch, running back across the street to his alley hiding spot from before. His hooves clicked away as he ran along, and he shivered as he felt the winds whistling through the air. It wasn’t so bad as to freeze him, but it made him all the more aware of how much he was sweating under the fur, how much of that was getting trapped in there and adding to the smell that he carried around.

The worst part was the feeling of his hole being slightly outside of his ass cheeks. That was something that he didn’t know how to get used to, the feeling of his pucker being visible all the time. The slightest breeze was like a playful finger right down there, rubbing against his ass and making him all…heated.

Jack shook his head. For now, he needed to keep his head on straight. If he started getting stupid, then he’d start doing desperate things. The collar seemed magical, and the stupid smell thing was going to make it difficult for him to do anything. It should help him stay on the straight and narrow for the holidays.

But then again…

Temptations were already coming to him. The toy shop had a lot of high-quality things, and there was nothing saying that he couldn’t charge a delivery fee, or something like that. Maybe he could get a little bit of side money. And if he kept that hippo from seeing him, or the boss, then they wouldn’t have to know that his stink was getting worse. All he had to do was make sure that he did a few good things before they saw him, before he made his report at the end of the day, and then they’d never suspect.

After all, it felt like one of those alignment things, like those stupid mechanics in games. If he did enough good things when they were watching, all the naughty stuff would probably average out over time.

[i]Hey, I could turn a profit on this…[/i]

He started to smile, only to groan at the sudden increase in musky stench, feeling like it was coming from his pits, his neck, his crotch, everywhere. He waved his hand through the air, hoof fingers clicking, and he tried to turn his thoughts to a better, more ‘helpful’ frame of mind.

It worked, at least, this time. He put the other plans out of his head as he started jogging back home. He’d need to keep to the alleys and climb the fire escape to get back to his apartment to avoid being seen, but he should be able to just about manage it. Come the end of the Christmas season, he should be grand.

Jack grinned. If he played his cards right, he might actually make a couple of grand out of this situation.

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

Summary: A young man tries to steal from a toy store and ends up getting the attention of security. This, in turn, ends up volunteering him for toy delivery services for the rest of the holidays.

Tags: M/solo, musk, transformation, human, reindeer, stink, naughty or nice, holidays, cock growth, clothes ripping, nudity, sheath, anatomically correct,