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Holiday Pucks

By Roofles

Commission for samt517

It was that time of the year, again.

The season was changing, the leaves had all but fallen off nearly every tree on campus and there was a sheet of snow covering the open walkways between the buildings. It didn’t even come up ankle high but the chill of it was reason enough to bundle up. Snow continued to drift down lazily from above, blowing in the breeze over the West Haven View College.

It was a well reputable campus that excelled in the sciences. It was known by name by everyone in the province of Quebec, in Canada. It had a wonderful view of the Saint Lawrence River and was in a way a haven to many college students leaving home and seeking to start their lives on their own. Even being allowed to live there over the holiday and summer breaks. Thus the name had formed from the breathtaking view and the sanctuary it had become too many.

West Haven View.

The dorms on campus were large and the massive, multi-story rectangular building sat near the liberal arts hall. A place Ronny would never set foot in, if he could help it. The human didn’t have such interests.

No, Ronny was heading in the opposite direction. To his own “sanctuary.”

He, along with many of the students, were obsessed with the college hockey team. The Fifty Sled Dogs, named after a famous sled dog team that had crossed the country many years ago; dubbed Fifty or The Fifty Dogs, the team was well known and was in the higher rankings. Something Ronny always found amusing as he slipped in through the side door, heading down the stairs towards the locker room in the back.

“I wouldn’t mind fifty dogs…” Ron chuckled, feeling on top of the world as he spun the dial on his locker to get his stuff ready. There were a couple of others in here but not as many as one would think.

This was the last chance most students got before leaving for the holidays. One last skate around the rink or practice game to sneak in before the place was locked down until the New Year. It just how things were.

The season was here and the holidays were coming in strong this year. Most were already done or finishing up with classes, packing up and heading home to see their loved ones and family. Ronny didn’t have such luck.

His parents had spent the last of their savings sending him here to this place. Ron loved his parents but knew it would be far too much to ask for a flight home, only to need one to get back within a couple weeks. He’d end up skyping them anyways, since they couldn’t make heads or tails of discord. His parents barely knew how to use the phones Ron had strong armed them into getting.

“I hope they’re doing ok…” Ron muttered taking a seat on the wooden bench in the locker room and stripping his shirt off. The ice rink just around the corner was blowing its chill into the lockers making the human shiver again.

It was hard being a human up here in the North. Sure those who had grown up here were used to it. Ronny hadn’t the luxury of fur like many of those in the campus did. Ending up bundling in layers to ward off the cold the best he could instead.

Ron had two pairs of socks on, an underlining underneath his pants and practically had three coats on as he stripped everything off one by one and stuffed them into the too small locker. He hadn’t gotten the misfortune of someone stealing his stuff but he had heard rumors and there were even people vandalizing others coats. Best to keep things locked up even if they’d end up a wrinkle mess afterwards.

With so few people out, Ron was sure security would be lessened. Better safe than sorry as he struggled to shut the metal locker after pulling his hockey gear out from within.

The heavily padded jersey was heavy and weighed on his shoulders as Ronny worked on his gloves, knee pads and arm guards. Hockey was a contact sport and someone like Ron was at risk getting hurt if he didn’t come prepared. Even for a practice bout as he planned to do today.

Get one last skate in for the year.

The human was an average guy, roughly six feet in height with a strong build pushing two hundred pounds. He had fuzz on his chest and balls and was proud to show off what he’d grown on his face; it paled in comparison to the bison passing him by.

The large bovine snorted and two dogs quickly jumped out of his way as his heavy, thumping steps passed him by.

“Dude’s a giant.” Ronny watched him go, taking a guilty pleasure in watching his heavy, lumbering steps before they vanished around the corner. There was a reason why the bison had been picked as the goalie for the team. He was a giant of a guy that took up most of the goal just by standing in front of it.

“And reason why we won our last three games!” A chipper, baritone chimed in behind him sounding like an old bronze bell. It made Ronny jump, blushing that he’d been caught staring at their teammate, again.

The human moved over letting his friend take a seat next to him. Claude was another reason why Ronny needed the protective gear he was currently donning.

Claude was a good head, or three, taller than Ron was. The caribou wasn’t just a tall guy, he was thick with muscle and that heavy hide only helped add to his size. Add in the massive antlers, and Claude could do some serious damage in the rink.

Many of the opposing teams focused on using carnivores for their members. Thinking their more predatory nature would give them an upper hand. Ron had seen firsthand how Claude dealt with such a mindset. The reindeer, alone, in their last game had slammed one of the other players, a wolverine, into the Plexiglas hard enough to shake the entire side.

The player couldn’t stay in the game after that. Claude had knocked out of their ace players, leaving an easy win for them.

Claude wasn’t no predator and didn’t need to be as far as Ron was concerned. Reindeer had survived these cold lands far longer than humans had. They were built for it! Something Ron had noted, just how large and strong his friend was sitting next to him on the bench; and here he was now, laughing with him without a care in the world.

It might be one reason why he and Ron had gotten along as well as the two had. Claude’s easy going, light hearted nature was a breath of warm air during the cold seasons. The human would miss him during the holidays when the caribou would have to head home to see his family.

“All he did was stand there, though!” Ron would argue with Claude a good hour later after practice; the two just ending up skating around until the bell rung and it was time to go pack up.

Ron’s tenor of a voice sounding like a small metal bell being rung in comparison to the deep baritone Claude had. A nice contrast for their personality.

“What more does he need to do?” Claude only chuckled lightly, his face brightening up with a strong smile as he looked down at his smaller companion as the two walked back into the locker room. “Noah relies on his size to make up for how slow he can be on the ice. Don’t take that away from him!” Claude almost pleaded but ended up just laughing, shrugging it off.

“Makes it hard to train against, that’s for sure...” Ron just sighed glad to finally be pulling off the double layer of socks he’d been wearing. They clung to his tired feet and he struggled with the last one, bitterly grumbling about it. “Why do they make these so… hard?”

“That’s what she said?” Claude offered before lending Ron a hand. His slightly hoofed fingers brushed over the human’s and Ron inadvertently shuddered from the touch of those rough nails scratching over his skin.

Claude was a good guy and a trustworthy friend. The caribou had let Ron use his locker more than once and the human was still coming to terms with how strong his animalistic side came out. Be it those hoofed fingers, the rough hide or just the smell… Ron always did his best not to let it show, even teasing Claude about it at times.

It was hard to overlook the fact Claude was a caribou and needed to duck his head whenever they left or entered a room, fearing his antlers would get caught, again, on the doorframe. Depending on the season; the first time Ron had seen Claude without his antlers, he’d mistaken the caribou for someone else.

Ron had to admit… Claude looked good sporting them and wished his friend could keep them year round.

With a flex, Claude pulled the sock off letting Ron foot breath. The caribou’s nostrils flared and for a second, Claude just looked down at the human’s exposed leg before finally letting go. Claude turned away without a word, just offering a soft smile in response before stripping his own clothes off. Ron tried not to blush as the caribou undid the front of his shirt and the sides. Just sitting there as he watched his friend undressed next to him.

The two were sitting close enough to one another Ron leg was bumping against the reindeers.

Claude had to stand up before peeling the suit off. It was strapped, buttoned and some even had Velcro in order to help the clothing stay on. It was impossible to get his shirt, or in this case padded jersey, up over his head without ending up tearing the thing to shreds on his antlers. Even dulling them down, because it was the law, Claude had issues trying to get things on and off during these “prime” months when his antlers were in full bloom.

Like trees they sprouted out of his head, angling sharply in different directions as they branched out as they went. Each one a sharp point that could do some serious damage, even dulled down as they were. Ron had even helped use the pool cue like chalk to help file them down for the caribou a couple of times. Ron had joked Claude shouldn’t file them down but the caribou just explained it was more bother not too.

“I once woke up covered in cotton!” Claude had explained once as Ron was helping out, standing in front of the sitting reindeer. “I ended up tearing my pillow to shreds in my sleep without even noticing.” The caribou just chuckled with a shrug, not even seeming to mind the fact he needed to buy another.

Ron wished he could be as lackadaisical as his friend was. Wondering if, maybe, Claude was smoking something when he wasn’t looking. If he was, he needed to share! Then again, the kind of stuff that could buzz a caribou Claude’s size would knock the human off his feet most likely.

Sitting there next too and slightly behind the reindeer, gave Ron a perfect view of his friends rear in the locker room that day. That small tuft of tail lifted up making Ron blush, Claude seemingly unaware his friend was checking him out as he stripped off the sweaty shirt underneath his jersey and tossed it back onto the bench behind him.

Ron wished he had tossed it on him instead but held his tongue on the matter as he just savored these rare, fleeting moments.

Claude back was muscular like his trim sides. His thick arms flexed once more before the reindeer scratched over his chest and back with those large, slightly hoofed fingers working them underneath the double coat of fur he naturally wore.

“Those freaking shirts itch so bad!” Claude just grumbled as he sat back down next to Ron. The human scooted over to be polite, even if he wanted to scoot the other way as the heavy reindeer took a seat.

“I can only imagine.” Ron said friendly enough, trying to leave things open ended. Small talk, replying to what his friend was saying as he continued to drool over the reindeer’s body. “Like those ugly ass grandma Christmas sweaters we get every year!”

Claude chuckled along with his friend, stretching his arms up and showing off the tufts of fur underneath each of his pits. It matched the fur on his chest, a light shade of beige almost like cream one would put in their coffee. It sure did make Ron feel thirsty looking at it…

The caribou had a strong smell that filled the air around them now that he was out of the confines of his hockey gear. He continued to scratch over his arms and shoulders, reaching back over one to try and get his back. His thick fur was disheveled from the outfit and when it bunched like this, it was painfully itchy.

“Do you mind…?” Claude asked and one of his long ears perked up, flicking as his snout turned away from his friend. Ron could hear the caribou snort and was sure Claude was blushing underneath his fur. It was hard to tell, the caribou had such rich chestnut color fur with those beige markings, coloring and along his torso; it hid any kind of blush that might’ve crept up onto his face. His hands were a darker shade of brown that lightened up to his black, round finger nails that even covered his finger tips.

“Y-yeah, sure. No-no problem!” Ron stuttered a bit before reaching out and feeling that coarse, heavy fur of the reindeer. The hair of it was thick and as he rubbed his fingers underneath it, touching Claude’s thick hide he could feel the musk of his best friend cling to his finger tips.

Feeling the strong back, the warm fur and smelling the heat and musk coming from the reindeer was having a noticeable effect on the human. Ron was just glad Claude was facing the other way as he used his poor excuses for nails to scratch that thick hide of his friend’s back. The fact Claude made a suggestive groan in reply to his scratching only made this harder for Ron.

“Yessssss, that’s the spot. Right there. Keep rubbing. You’re so good with your hands, bro. I need to hire you out!” Claude just groaned loudly, taking a deep heavy breath that made his back rise up before letting it out.

“N-no problem, dude. Glad to help!” Ron just said trying to be as friendly as possible as he continued to scratch and rub over his friend’s back, practically massaging and feeling up the caribou’s shoulders at one point. Not that Claude seemed to mind one bit. Ron could feel the strength of it, of him as his fingers roamed back down and up slowly tracing and feeling the natural curves of the caribou’s body.

What Ron really wanted to do was bury his face in the beige “mane” of fur on Claude’s chest. The tuft of fur stuck out most there, matching the ones on his elbows, armpits and traveled down to parts of the caribou Ron had only been lucky enough to see in the shower… or his dreams.

Claude didn’t say stop and so the human just continued. Admiring the reindeer in silence as he ran his fingers through those two layers of fur. The wooly fur underneath was warm and Ron wanted to know what it’d be like to use it as a blanket. To hug or be hugged against such a large, firm, strong musky body as Claude’s. His thoughts continued to stray, roaming around as his hands did waiting for Claude to say stop.

Just waiting… and waiting…

And Claude never did.

The caribou dipped his long snout down with closed eyes, letting out a low murr in satisfaction as the human continued to scratch his back for him.

“Hey guys,” a voice popped up behind the two making Ron jump. Claude’s ear flicked in annoyance as if a fly had just buzzed by. The malamute, and captain of the team, was just checking on the two. “Coach says we got to pack up and make sure to empty our lockers before they lock up! No getting in here after it’s closed down.” Barney just waved at the two, seemingly missing the bright blush on Ron’s face as the human quickly pulled away, recoiling from the caribou’s side having been caught in the act.

Not that Barney seemed to mind in the least. Ron did and his embarrassment was clear to the caribou sitting next to him. Claude just gave a snort without mentioning it.

“See ya’, Barnes.” Claude just waved half-assedly over one shoulder at the canine, grumbling about the situation. The malamute had inadvertently ruined an amazing back rub. If the human wasn’t so painfully shy at times, he’d still be enjoying it!

Ron sniffed his hand, wrinkling his nose at the pungent scent of his friend left behind on his fingers before quickly hiding them behind his back as Claude finally looked back at him.

“All done?” Claude asked friendly enough, keeping that soft smile on his face.

“We need to get going. We don’t want you being late,” Ron just laughed a little too high as he got up to put a fresh set of clothes on quickly. He’d end up showering when he got back to the dorm, wanting to make sure to see Claude off before he left.

“True, I should make sure I packed everything…” Claude nodded at that, turning back around to face towards the locker and began pulling out his own shirt. He put it on like a coat before clipping up the front and folding a strip of cloth over it to hide the buttons, looking like a normal shirt for the most part.

It was better than tearing it up trying to force it on overhead.

“Yeah. Would suck if you forgot something and couldn’t go…” Ron wanted to joke, to turn this uncomfortable feeling inside into something humorous so his friend wasn’t aware that he’d miss him so. It didn’t come out as assuring as Ron had wanted it too. It was going to suck being stuck on campus by himself in the dorms this Christmas.

Everyone else was going home for the holiday break. To see their family, to wake up on Christmas morning to others and spend their entire vacation with family or friends, away from school. And here Ron was stuck in the dorms by himself. He had double checked with those on his floor and was sure everyone but him had plans for the holidays. Off campus plans.

Claude gave him a look, lifting an eyebrow up as his ear flicked at the human’s words seeing just how downcast his friend was. Ron wasn’t good at hiding it but Claude didn’t point it out. He’d end up teasing the human later about it, when he was feeling better.

“You’ll be having a skype session with family, right?” Claude just asked as he began to undo his pants. It was a good distraction, both the question and the fact the reindeer was practically flashing the human as he turned to the side and bent over.

Due to his antlers, Claude had to turn his back on the human more times than not. It gave Ron plenty of eye candy and he’d never complain as the caribou shrugged out of his pants with his rear up in the air. Once more, his tail was lifted high as if Claude wasn’t even aware of the view he was giving his best friend, practically mooning him. If it wasn’t for the strap, Ron would get a clear view of the reindeer’s pucker.

Like Ron, Claude was wearing a tight fitting jockstrap. The caribou kicked his pants to the side, standing back up with a yawn while casually reaching inside the tight fitting fabric, rummaging around before pulling out a very large cup that always made Ron blush.

“Remember the time you accidentally grabbed my cup.” Claude brought up for reasons Ron could only assume was to embarrass the human further as the reindeer just looked down at the hard forming piece of plastic that protected his junk.

“Hah… ha, yeah. Accidents happen.” Ron tried to defend.

“Wearing your cup was far more uncomfortable than I thought it would be.” Claude just nodded catching Ron’s attention. The human whole face turned a deep shade of red and he couldn’t look at the caribou, not fully.

“You… wore my cup?” The human asked, lowering his voice at the end.

“Well I wasn’t about to go out there and risk damaging the boys!” Claude just said motioning to his junk and, of course, Ron looked. The human just held his tongue at that, hoping the flush taking his face could be blamed away on the cold and not from the fact he was staring as his friends junk.

Without the plastic cup keep it in place, the weight of Claude’s hefty sack and sheath sagged the tight fabric of the jockstrap. It formed nicely around his bulge and Ron wished he could snap a picture, for future use when Claude was gone over the holidays…

“Sorry…” Ron could only think to say. He knew what he wanted to say but thought it was better not to compliment his friends junk right now. It was one thing to compliment another guy’s size, another thing to drool over it.

“Of course you washed it first, before using mine.” Claude just continued to talk about it as if the two were just shooting the breeze, talking about the classes they shared together rather than the cup they had shared.

“Right… That would be the reasonable thing to do.” Ron didn’t confirm or deny it.

“I forgot.” Claude just laughed making the human feel very warm, for very different reasons. “Didn’t even notice it wasn’t mine, at first! Ended up on the ice and thinking why my junk was bouncing all around. We were in the middle of practice! I couldn’t just tell the coach I needed to go change my cup and ended up stuck with it. What aboot you?”

“Sorry…?” Ron was confused why Claude was talking about all this and why it was turning him on as much as it was. They had shared lockers before, just never gear. Or so he’d thought…

“Then I ended up slipping it back into your locker and taking mine back… You did wash your cup, before wearing it, right?” Claude asked looking over at the human who refused to meet his eyes. “Of course you did,” and the caribou hand fell on the human’s head ruffling his hair up as he walked past the flustered male. Claude bent down, just enough, to add one last thing, brushing his side against the smaller humans. “I’d take the compliment, though, if you didn’t.” And with that motioned for him to follow.

Claude usually took the lead and Ron didn’t mind the view, following behind.

“What do you mean by that?” Ron managed to choke out, getting hot headed from the teasing as he chased after his friend. “Claude? What did you mean by that!”

“I got to make sure all my things are packed for the trip back home. I’d hate to leave anything behind for you to find…” Claude gave Ron a look and the human just turned away in a huff as the caribou let out a laugh as deep and heavy as he was. “Nah, man.” The reindeer just added with a smile. “You can borrow anything of mine. I know you’ll always return it. I trust you.”

“You better by now!” Ron just chided his friend for teasing him like this. Claude just grunted another laugh.

The two had known each other for years and it was one of the main reasons why Ronny was even here in the far North East. There weren’t many humans dwelled up here, not being a snow species like the reindeer and others students were.

Wolverines, timber wolves, caribou, bears of all kinds and the like tended to migrate north due to their natural heavy set builds and thick, double layer coats of fur. While reptiles and birds flocked South for the opposite reason. Humid and hot weather could be hell on earth for those like Claude. The dorm itself was colder as such as well and Ron was glad he brought that extra coat to practice as he came in from the freezing cold outside, into the cold inside.

Claude didn’t even seem to mind as he took off his light sweater and hung it up near the front of the entertainment room. A wide open space with a couple of couches in front of a TV that those in their dorm all had to share and use together. The far hallway, and the nearest, led to the small dorm rooms leaving the essentials like bathrooms and kitchen for everyone to use and share together.

Ron would’ve been overjoyed to know he had the place to himself, not needing to put up with some of the other dicks, literally, in the bathroom. That was if he wasn’t going to be stuck here alone.

“It’ll pass before you know it.” Barney the malamute, and one of their dorm mates, was bringing up as the human settled in on the couch, pulling out his phone to check to see if he’d gotten any messages from back home. Ron hadn’t and it instantly dampened his mood further.

Barney had noticed instantly; the large gray, black, and white malamute was the dorm rep, the team’s captain and always looked out for the smaller species in the dorm.

Ron happened to be one of them and Barney had gladly taken it on himself to show the human around the campus, the dorm and wished him “the best of luck at making friends!” Unaware that the whole reason Ron had gone to this college was because of just that. Claude was more than happy to laugh on the sidelines as Ron was dragged around and introduced to everyone when he had first joined a month into the semester.

Claude, of course, pretended not to know the human and had played up the act for an entire week just to get underneath Ron’s metaphorical fur. Sometimes Claude could take his teasing to a whole other level and the human could only hope to keep up with him.

Claude had also been the only one to openly welcome Ron coming out as a gay back in high school and their friendship hadn’t been affected by it. At times, however, Ron wished he hadn’t. Knowing this, Claude had only increased his teasing, focusing on this over everything else while around the human.

Claude didn’t ease up, getting the human flustered around the others in the dorm and of course around Barnaby, who seemed to take an even greater interest in the human after finding out.

“I think he likes you.” Claude began after Ron was able to shoo the malamute off with a rolled up newspaper. It was a squeaky toy but worked just as well if you threw it down the opposite hallway. Unfortunately, Barney would bring it back covered in drool if you weren’t mindful.

“I swear.” Ron paused at his door. “If you say he’s going to doggy me, one more time!” The human warned as the caribou just gave him a cocky smile. “I appreciate you being, well you, but you got to come up with new material, man.” Ron tried to reason out. “It’s getting old, fast. Like you.”

Only to find his voice catching in his throat as Claude placed a hand on the wall next to Ron’s face.

The large reindeer leaned down turning his snout towards the human and let out a hot breath against Ron’s face as he cornered, pinned and trapped the human against the door to his dorm room. Snorting out a breath, flaring out his nostrils the reindeer just had that smirk on his face as he leaned over the human.

“Oh?” Claude just said. “What kind of new material, should I use then?” The reindeer asked, leaning forward just enough to get the human’s face turning a new shade of red.

“Claude… the others…” Ron mumbled under his breath, not looking at the reindeer but at those in the hallway walking past.

Claude’s nostrils flared out as he took a slow, deep breath before, finally, pulling back with a laugh. “Get in and change! You smell like wet vinegar, anyways.”

“Vinegar is wet, dumbass.” Ron could only roll his eyes, placing a hand on the caribou’s chest and giving him a strong shove before opening up his door. He could feel the thick, coarse fur between his fingers and quickly withdrew his hand. Blushing at the feel and texture of it on his fingers, Claude just snorted in reply and Ron, in a huff, practically slammed the door in Claude’s face.

The reindeer just chuckled lightly, nose twitching as he moved over to the adjacent room.

Ron could actually smell the caribou’s musk on the palm of his hand and he tried to shake it off, his face blushing painfully bright now. He wished Claude wouldn’t tease him like that in public. Be it the dorm or locker room, he just wasn’t safe from his friend’s playful teasing.

“It was just playful… right?” Ron frowned on that, clenching his hand and shaking the thoughts away. He knew how he felt for his friend, that hadn’t change over the years.

Ron was gay and Claude was straight, there wasn’t any chance the two could do more than what they already were… right?

Ron had never seen the reindeer date anyone before and sure, Claude was more than happy to point out “hot pieces of ass” for Ron to ogle at; his friend seemingly unaware the only ass the human wanted to ogle was the very caribou he’d grown up with. Claude was a good looking guy though and he was, well, big and it was hard not to notice him!

Claude got people hitting on him at the bars they went too or even the hockey games they had attended. Others practically walking over the human to come up and flirt with the reindeer openly in front of him, as just assuming they weren’t a couple. Ron was almost envious of that kind of courage, wishing he could admit his feelings for his friend as they had… if only they hadn’t been giant hosers about it; one had even knocked over his drink once in order to talk to Claude as Ron headed into the bathroom to clean up.

Thankfully Claude had dealt with them. It was one of the few times Ron had ever seen the reindeer get actually angry over something. Snorting and stomping his feet, making a sound like a bugle until the guy had retreated leaving the two alone once more. The reindeer had been fuming mad and Ron had ended up being the one to console him about the matter.

Growing up with the reindeer hadn’t been so bad until they hit college. The caribou was more of a Sasquatch in their younger years together. A rather unkempt, scruffy looking guy before coming into his years. And once his antlers had grown in, he really had begun to stick out in a crowd. Claude had stylized the scruffy fur on his face and began wearing open shirts, letting the tuft of fur on his chest stick out for all to see. Though, he claimed it was just for comfort sake.

Some of the other guys brought girls back to the dorm, even if they weren’t supposed too. Ron had never seen Claude do anything of the such even with plenty opportunity too and it made him wonder, or rather hope, if maybe Claude was…

Ron frowned at the uncomfortable thoughts. He wasn’t in secondary school anymore. He shouldn’t be pining for the reindeer as he was. It was hard not too! Claude was always there with him. Hanging out, being his best friend. So warm and accepting of him and just, whenever they were together, Ron just wanted too…

What did he want?

“Friendship.” Ron sighed, begrudgingly to himself as he dragged both hands down his face looking at his pitiful appearance in the mirror.

Ron had some winter weight but a decent build that allowed him to keep up with the others on the hockey team. His face was a bit scruffy, something he tried to keep trimmed down at least. His dark brown facial hair matched his strong eyebrows and he had inherited his father’s strong jaw line.

Claude and Ron hit the gym a couple of times a week and it was beginning to show as Ron flexed in front of his reflection before looking at it rather pitifully.

“I’m not bad looking, so why am I single?” Ron grumbled at that, already knowing the reason. It wasn’t that there weren’t options. It was because the option he WANTED was off the table, teasingly high up on a shelf Ron couldn’t reach. “And he’s leaving for the holidays…”

Ron took a heavy seat in his bed before just tossing himself back into it looking up at the ceiling. He had been hoping these dorm rooms would be double bedroom. Then Claude could be here with him and…

Ron let out the breath he’d been holding, covering his face with an arm as he grumbled bitterly at the thoughts. Maybe he was just longing for home. His parents couldn’t afford to bring him back for the holidays and he was going to be stuck here, all by himself. In a college he had only come too to make sure he and Claude weren’t separated.

“I’m like a jilted ex. Stalking after my man.” Ron almost laughed as he sat up. He could just stay in here and sulk like a teenager, again, or get off his ass and hang out with his best friend before he left.

Ron chose to do the latter mostly because there was a heavy knock on the door before Claude just let himself in.

“We still got a couple hours.” Claude just motioned with his head. The reindeer stayed outside the dorm, not out respect, Ron knew better than that by now. Claude would have to crouch down to fit inside the dorm room without getting his antlers caught, and even then there was a small chance they still would.

A lot of the other caribou on campus just trimmed their antlers nearly off. Claude was mortified at even the suggestion of someone cutting them off. “They’ll fall off when they’re ready, you sick bastards” he had just told them.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Ron just jumped back to his feet, wearing a wool sweater to stay warm as he approached the reindeer.

“Already? Bro, that’s kind of fast.” Claude lewdly implied and got another shove from Ron, who passed him by.

The morning ticked by faster than either of the two had wanted. Barney was around and the three of them ended up making a shared platter of poutine for the lot of them to share. It was a staple for a reason. Placed between the three, they talked about next year and the classes they were taking as they devoured the shared plate.

“I’m done with the social sciences, thankfully.” Claude brought up. That made Ron stop; the human looked up at his friend.

“Oh.” He said, his hand lingered on a french fry longer than he should have. “I guess we don’t really have too many classes together, next semester, anymore... Huh?” Ron frowned at that, eyes drifting down to stare blankly at the counter top the three were resting against on opposing sides.

“We still got hockey together!” Barney jumped in to be helpful. He was the substitute goalie for the team if Noah, the bison, needed to take a breather. Which he did more often than not. “And we’re all in the same dorms, still.” The malamute nodded along.

“Right…” Ron pulled his hand back.

“Done already?” Claude asked with a raised eyebrow looking at the human, catching the shift Barney seemed to miss from the human. Knowing Ron as he had, it wasn’t unexpected.

“Yeah, not that hungry anyways.” Ron shrugged off the concern on his face and forced a smile to replace it. “I’ll have plenty to eat when you two fat asses are gone! Leave some for me, next time.”

“More for us!” Barney just started up shoveling the fries into his mouth. Claude had to stop the malamute from eating the entire plate while Ron sat there with the melancholy thoughts.

The worst part of growing up wasn’t the bills or taxes or whatever. It wasn’t finding someone to settle down and start a family with. It was losing the friends you made along the way and Ron couldn’t help but feel that as he waved the two of their other dorm mates off.

“Happy holidays!” They waved to the duo that returned the friendly gesture before shutting the door behind them. Leaving only the three left in the dorm before soon enough it would become just two, then one…

“I’m surprised they let you stay here.” Claude brought up as the trio headed over to the couches in the living space of the joint dorm rooms. Even with the additional places to sit available, Ron found himself squished between an overly friendly malamute from behind while facing the caribou in front.

“What? They aren’t going to kick us unlucky bastards out into the snow just to save some cash?” Ron chuckled trying to play it off as Claude just frowned at him. “Though, I wouldn’t put it past them...” The human frowned at the thought.

“I’d dig you out of the snow when the spring thaw comes!” Barney said helpfully from behind, rubbing a hand on Ron’s shoulder and letting it linger longer than normal. Maybe Claude was right that Barney wanted something more from the human.

“Thanks.” Ron just laughed, elbowing the canine who grunted in reply. “I’m glad the first thing I’d wake up from my ice coma was your big drooly face!”

And Barney just grinned at that, his bumpy black lips lifting up in a dog’s smile.

Claude just continued to frown looking at the human.

“What?” Ron finally asked as the TV droned on needlessly to their side, not that any of the three were watching it at this point. He supposed Barney was. It was good to give the dog some much needed distraction. Ron swore he had ADHD or something similar.

Claude eased up a bit, looking to the side.

“You could’ve come to my family thing…” The reindeer offered lifting up a hoofed finger hand as if offering him the chance now even if it was obviously too late.

“It still costs money.” Ron stated. “Money I don’t have.” The human just shrugged it off, at least he could spend some time with the two now before they left. He even got a chance to skate before the rink had been shut down.

“Right, I could’ve-,” Claude started up with. Bringing up the point he had wanted too from the beginning. Ron quickly jumped in, cutting him off and stamping out that fire before it could start.

“When does your bus leave?” Ron asked a little louder than necessary for the two sitting here with him. “I’m looking forward to having the whole place to myself!” The human lied with a smile, not wanting to hurt his friend’s feelings. He rather not be a humbug in front of the two.

He’d be a real Grinch when they were gone.

Christmas, the holidays were always a hard time anyways for the human. He was going to end up being here, alone, for the next couple of weeks and there wasn’t anything he could do to change that. He wasn’t about to ask Claude for money. He knew Claude came from money, practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth. It was one reason why the two had gotten along though; Ron was the only guy that hadn’t wanted to use the reindeer for his finances and had befriended him without asking for anything in return.

Claude, knowing this, wished Ron would let him help out. The human didn’t even accept presents from him if they costed too much. Claude had tried to buy Ron some rather nice things over the years, knowing he could afford it. The human had politely declined and several of their fights had been over money.

“I really should get going…” Barney said a good thirty minutes later. The two seeing him to the door. “If you need,” the malamute added with a big strong full body hug lifting the human up off his feet. “Just call me…” And with that, a final wave to Claude, Barney left leaving the two behind.

The two stood there, shuffling their feet neither looking at the other as they waited for Claude to say his goodbyes as well.

“Oh!” Claude started up. Before explaining, the caribou dropped his bag to the side and jogged down the hallway towards his dorm room with Ron watching him go.

Ron could hear some rather violent cursing from the Canadian caribou as Claude caught his antlers on something before returning. Ron did not ask about the socks stuck in the reindeer’s antlers as Claude handed him a poorly wrapped Christmas present.

“Here!” Claude smiled.

“Claude.” Ron frowned at the package, taking it begrudgingly.

“Open it.” The reindeer gave a heartwarming smile. “It’s super cheap… like you.” Claude just had to tease or maybe it was so the human would accept it.

“Claude, we’ve been over this…” Ron didn’t want to get into another fight right before the reindeer headed out. This was hard enough without Claude trying to give him something overly expensive again. Like the laptop or the new playconsole that had come out.

“Just open it.” Claude just rolled his eyes at that, reaching up to take a sock off his head and added it on top of the present. “To remember me by.” He added with a wink. “For those long cold, lonely nights.” Claude just went on getting a punch now from the human.

Ron had to laugh at that, conceding as he tossed the long hockey sock over one shoulder before fussing with the package. He ended up just ripping the paper off to reveal an ugly as sin winter sweater underneath.

“I know your gram gram passed away.” Claude said as if he had just done something truly wonderful for him. Instead of getting him something Ron would have to burn, exorcise and bury on holy ground.

“So… you bought me a winter sweater?” Ron wanted to gag as he opened it up and just stared at the front of the red and white lined sweater. There were reindeer sledding on the front with a human dressed as Santa Clause. “Tha…n…ks?” Ron strained the word as he forced a smile on his face. It hurt to say and show.

“See, you’re Santa!” Claude said looking over the human’s shoulder and pointing it out with a hoofed finger. “Then there’s butt munch, ass licker, pillow biter, cum dumpster, bottom bitch, ball fondler, fudge packer and of course… me!” Claude finished pointing to the reindeer with the brightly lit nose at the end with a laugh.

Ron frowned at the lot of them.

“Such… lovely names. Their parents must be truly proud of them…” Ron just lowered the sweater down to look at the reindeer. Claude was beaming from ear to ear, like a child on Christmas morning. “No.” The human stated. “I’m not putting this on!”

“You have too! I’m about to go and I need to see you in it! You know… to make sure the size fits.” Claude tried to cover the snort of a laugh as he just smiled innocently at the human, hiding his phone behind his back planning to snap a picture of Ron in it.

“You’re, like, literally the worst best friend anyone could have.” Ron conceded though knowing Claude would stick around until he did… he didn’t want to be the reason why Claude couldn’t see his family. It was why the human had never once asked Claude to stay behind, with him, during the holiday. He’d suffer in silence so his friends could be happy.

Ron stripped out of the wool sweater he had on, the caribou taking it for him before putting on the itchy mess of plastics and fleece, feeling like fiberglass on his skin as the human stood there forcing a smile on his face. Ron was frozen to the spot, stopping himself from scratching his entire body.

“You look great in it!” Claude just smiled and before Ron could stop him, took a photo to make sure he could “blackmail” him with it later. Ron tried to swipe at the phone but the reindeer just lifted it up above his head tauntingly. “For later.” Claude just stuck his thick, wide slightly off color tongue at the human.

“Idiot,” Ron just laughed taking off the other sock from Claude’s antlers for him instead. “And Merry Christmas, Claude…” The human forced another smile. “You’re gift is in the mail.” The human teased. An inside joke between the two; Ron couldn’t afford the fancy gifts Claude was used too and so the reindeer had just said “it was in the mail” and ever since every gift was being held up by the postal service.

“I had to give you something, so you don’t forget me!” Claude joked but before he even finished Ron gave him a strong hug around his torso, pressing his face against the fluff of fur sticking from the reindeer’s chest.

“Like I could ever forget you…” Ron sniffled, making sure to look away as he let go. He hoped Claude didn’t notice him wiping his nose on the sleeve of the ugly as ass sweater. “You should go. You know, before you miss your bus…” Ron just said without looking at the caribou. “Don’t want to keep your family waiting any longer than you have too…”

Claude ear flicked at that, not saying a word about it.

“Sure. Sure, don’t want to miss my bus…” Claude stood there a second longer than he needed. “I’ll text you…” He added as he turned towards the door, opening it up but stopping in the threshold. The human just nodded in reply. “Ron?”

“What’s up?” The human still wasn’t facing towards him.

“I’ll see you next year…” And with that, Claude crouched underneath the door before shutting it behind him.

“Yeah. Next year…” Ron just grumbled bitterly as he headed for the dorm room kitchen fridge to bury his sorrows in fudge. “I guess I would be the fudger packer deer,” the human grumbled stuffing his face with one of the other guy’s gift from their grandparents.

Holiday fudge was always the best.

The hour went by slowly as Ron spent most the time just organizing and cleaning things up in his dorm before coming out to vacuum the shared space. Trying to distract his mind with mundane tasks from the fact his phone hadn’t buzzed once since the two had left.

He didn’t blame his parents. They weren’t technology savvy as his generation was. No one else had texted though and, even knowing it had only been an hour; Ron was feeling the blues as he stashed the vacuum in the closet after pulling far too much malamute fur from the tray inside.

“He needs to brush more,” Ron just muttered looking at the fur before dumping it into the garbage. He was even missing Barney. Barney of all people!

If that malamute was still here, he was sure he’d end up trying something.

The shared dorm space was usually crowded with their mates. There wasn’t much to do or space given in their respectable dorm rooms. It left this open space the primary area for others to gather and hang out in. To do homework, to chill or just to make themselves a snack. The whole place had been livened up with decorations matching the season.

Various colors of gold, red and silver tinsel had been strung over the upper walls and hung down in front of most the doors. Ron noted how Claude’s door was bare of any; most likely, it had been decorated but the reindeer’s antlers had caught it when he tried to pass underneath.

There were wreaths over the windows, a garland over the electrical fireplace that Ron had turned on to warm up. Several stockings were hung up in front. One for each of the dorm members. Ron’s stocking had several things stuffed into it and knew Claude was sneaking things to add into it during the night when the human couldn’t openly catch him doing so; the packages were from “santa” and Claude would deny anything Ron asked about it.

A rather large Christmas tree sat in the corner. With all the lights dimmed in the room, except for the kitchen, the bulbs and Christmas lights glowed brightly from the corner it sat in showering the room with various bright colors and lighting up the ceiling above him like the Northern Lights.

Ron laid out on the floor looking up at them, wondering what the others were up too.

“God, I’m boring…” Ron muttered as he checked his phone again. Still, no one had replied. Should he send them a message or was that just too desperate.

It looked like this was the last semester the two of them were going to be in the same classes. Give it another couple years and they’d be done with college and then… what? They’d stay in touch, text from time to time. Maybe email updates or tag the other person in posts on social media. It was only a matter of time from there when the two would stop texting all together. Stop talking. If they didn’t live near each other then…

“Even if we did move to the same neighborhood…” Ron groaned loudly, cursing as he got up. It wasn’t like they were evening dating! And here he was thinking of his friend as he snagged one of the socks that had been stuck to Claude’s antlers.

“Stupid reindeer.” Ron pulled on it, growling at the fabric as he fussed with it. “Can’t believe I moved all the way here…” Ron couldn’t finish the sentence as he sat back down looking at the sweater he was still wearing. It itched and was warm in all the wrong places.

Still, Ron didn’t want to take it off… not yet, anyways.

It smelled of Claude…

“Stinky reindeer needs to shower more… or do laundry more…” Ron muttered sniffing the sweater once before looking at the sock and just resting back. At least he had fap material for the next couple weeks.

Growing up with Claude had its ups and downs and all Ron could think of in that moment were the good times. Going over to the caribou’s house after school, studying and working on the same school projects together late into the night the day before it was due… to fall asleep next to him when they were watching a marathon of movies before the new sequel came out, even knowing it wouldn’t be as good as the originals.

Joining the same hockey team as Claude. Ending up forgetting his uniform the first day and having the caribou lend him one of his; even if it was oversized, and smelled strongly of the reindeer, it was the thought that had count. Ron had always been able to rely on his friend and thought, maybe, the two of them could grow old together?

Was that what he wanted?

“I just wish he was here…” Ron pitifully said resting back with the sock over his face. It smelled of his friend. Something, he was sure, Claude knew. Just teasing the human even when he wasn’t around. That was such a Claude thing to do.

Needing some kind of distraction, Ron headed back to his room. He slipped the socks on; sure his friend wouldn’t be needing them for the next couple of weeks, and spied a pair of briefs on his pillow. Not recalling putting them there, or the amount of fur on the fabric, he put them on with the ugly sweater and left the pants behind.

Sliding into the empty entertainment room, music blaring in the background, Ron just tried to enjoy the isolation he found himself in.

“Takes those old records off the shelf…” Ron mumbled along with the American song as he headed into the kitchen to fix himself something to eat. Headphones on, singing along to the music, he didn’t even notice the door open up behind him. “…like that old kind of rock and roll…”

Ron carelessly went on, shaking his ass as he grabbed a drink and a bag of chips. The human turned around to see the incredulous looking face of his best friend that had been watching him from the entryway for the past several minutes as the human dance and sung half naked in the kitchen.

Ron dropped the chips with his jaw as he just stared.

“I can come back, if you like.” Claude offered, pointing outside with a hoofed finger.

“I but what you who! Why are you here!” Ron lowered the headphones off his head and just gaped at his friend, looking the caribou up and down several times if wondering he’d smoked something, earlier than planned.

“I forgot something.” Claude just shrugged a heavy shoulder, smirking as he shut the door behind him. Knowing Ron was watching his every step as he lumbered into the room.

“The, the bus though! Won’t you be late?” Ron asked coming over to figure out what could possibly be so important as to miss the trip home.

Claude didn’t answer and just got down on all fours behind the couch and began rummaging underneath. Sticking his ass up in the air, the reindeer didn’t seem to notice the human staring at his hind quarters mouth still slightly agape, partially drooling now. That tuft of fur Claude called a tail was perked high as ever, showing off its creamy white underside that ran down into the opening at the back of the caribou’s pants.

Ron was sure his ass was the same color of fur and wished he had the balls to confirm it. Ever since he came out to Claude, the human had been walking on eggshells around him. Not wanting to scare his straight friend off with his lustful advances. It didn’t stop him from ogling the caribou whenever the human got the chance too, however.

“Here we are!” Claude said pulling out a similar package as the one he’d given Ron. Getting up, Claude dusted off his knees as Ron quickly diverted his eyes to look at the Christmas tree set up in the corner.

“You forget a gift for your parents?” Ron just asked as the caribou turned to face him. The larger male just rested against the back of the couch instead of moving, opening up the gift right there in front of the human. “Your uh… gift to yourself?”

“Something like that, yeah.” Claude just smiled still looking down at the package with his long, wide snout before glancing up. “Why? Want to touch my package?”

Ron frowned at that. “You can do so much better than that.” The human even groaned, shaking his head.

“True. I’ll have to be more direct…” And Claude tossed the open package onto the nearby dining table and began to strip his shirt off. Ron’s jaw dropped at that.

“I don’t think we have time for this…” Ron muttered watching the caribou unbutton the undershirt and pulling it open showing off his thick furry body underneath.

Claude shrugged out of the clothes and just tossed them on the back of a chair as he reached inside the package to pull out an equally ugly green sweater, matching the red wool one Ron was still wearing. It was sleeveless and had the front cut down in a V shape.

“I almost forgot the most important thing about Christmas.” Claude just slipped the sweater on as if it were a vest, showcasing it for the human as he buttoned up the front with gaudy gold buttons.

“Presents…?” Ron just asked still bewildered on what was going on.

Claude snorted a laugh at that, a grunting sound that made his thick chest and broad shoulders shake with the motion as his snout split in an open smile.

“No, you beer swillin’ hockey nut.” Claude just added from one of Ron’s favorite songs. “Spending time with family.” He just finished with.

“Right… that’s why you were leaving me,” Ron voice caught in his throat. He cleared it quickly. “Leaving here. Leaving HERE… to see family.”

Claude just chuckled at that as he fussed with his antlers, reaching up to add something to them. Ron was too distracted by the caribou dropping his pants to notice whatever it was. Claude had on red leather short shorts with white fur lining, matching his own; golden bells were soon fastened onto to them, looking like a proper reindeer on Christmas.

“Uh…” Ron was sure he smoked something now as he looked the thick stud over several times, trying not to focus too much on his friend’s bulge clearly outlined in that tight fitting red leather shorts. Golden lace kept them from slipping lower but Ron could still make out Claude’s creamy groin fur sticking up from the top.

Claude just smirked at that. It was painfully obvious at times how much Ron checked him out. Be it in the dorms or the locker rooms, the human was not subtle with his yearning eyes. This was the first time, however, no one else had been around that could interrupt them or embarrass the apprehensive human. Ron always backed down seemingly at the last minute whenever someone else was around, instead of just the two of them.

Now, however, no one else was in the dorms except for the two. Claude was sure they were the only two left on campus in fact. Plenty of room to chase this doe down and get him to open up for the buck.

The reindeer leaned forward, practically towering over the human as he smirked down into the flustered face of his best friend.

“Look up…” Claude just said as if to explain everything. Ron’s eyes widened a bit at being caught, still staring at the caribou’s exposed chest fur. The human did, looking into those smiling eyes. “A little higher…” And Ron did. His eyes moving up the caribou’s face, over his perked ears and to his antlers where he saw them.

“Mistletoe?” Ron asked confused. Claude never needed to use words to answer him as his broad snout pressed firmly against the human’s startled face. One arm snaked behind Ron’s back and before he knew it he was lost in the velvety feel of those thick lips pressing against his own.

Ron could feel his face grow hot. Taken by surprise, all he could really do was stand there, on his tip toes, as his best friend kissed his face. Claude’s breath snorted out of those large flared nostrils before inhaling his scent deeply as, finally, or maybe it was too soon… the caribou was pulling back.

Ron was panting a bit as he swallowed loudly in the now seemingly silent room, his breath stolen away. He was sure Claude could hear the sound of his heart beating as he just looked up at his friend mouth slightly agape.

“What?” Claude just smiled back at the dumbfounded look he was getting from the human. “It’s the rule. Got to kiss under the mistletoe.” The caribou pulled back, flicking an ear. He was unable to help the smirk on his face seeing the reaction he had gotten out of the human.

“Your… bus?” Ron brought up, seemingly unable to comprehend anything else in the moment.

“Oh, I probably missed it by now.” Claude just shrugged resting his bulk against the couch once more as he looked at the still flustered human.

“What about your family?” Ron started up with and got another grunt of a laugh from the caribou.

“I mean, I know you’re like really dense… but you can’t be this thick headed.” The caribou only laughed, knocking one of his hands on his head. “I’m the thick headed one here after all!”

“No, I meant like… You’ve been planning this for the past several months!” Ron tried to keep up the conversation but it was very hard too as the caribou swayed his hips making the bells around the shorts jingle.

“Like my jingle bells?” Claude asked, bringing the subject back to what mattered right now. “They bounce if I do this,” he pushed up onto his toes and back down. “See?”

Ron’s brain short circuited, at watching the caribou’s bulge bounce with the sound of bells.

“Cool, huh?” Claude just asked innocently doing it several more times watching the human’s face.

“Yes. Cool. Hot. Big.” Ron muttered aloud before shaking his head. “Claude!”

“Yes?” The caribou just inquired once more, leaning forward. “Oh look, you’re under the mistletoe again.” Claude wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re distracting me…” Ron mumbled, looking away with another blush.

“I seem to do that a lot.” Claude pointed out teasingly, rubbing a finger over Ron’s shoulder and making the human shiver lightly. “Are you going to break tradition and not kiss me?” Claude asked, swaying his head side to side to make the mistletoe move with the motion over Ron’s head.

The human stammered a bit, his full face heating up as he mumbled a “yesno” in reply. Gulping loudly, feeling his hands grow clammy. Ron took an inch of a step closer before standing up on his tip toes. Unable to meet the caribou’s gaze, the human gave him a simple peck on his fuzzy chin.

Claude only snorted over his face at that, forcing the human to close his eyes. Tenderly, assertively Claude brushed a hand against Ron’s face to cup and hold the human there and waited for Ron to open his eyes. When he did, Claude simply said.

“This is how you kiss, under the mistletoe.” And once more the caribou pressed those thick warm velvety lips against the humans, holding him with both arms and roughly pulling him closer. Bending Ron backwards, Claude stole his breath away before easing up. “Now then, about your presents.” The reindeer just brought up after sharing spit with his best friend.

Claude moved past the human with click to his step, ignoring the frazzled man he left in his wake. Ron needing a moment to collect himself.

“Presents…? Wait, what is happening!” Ron only managed to choke out after his brain did a full reboot.

Claude reappeared a second later from down the hall with a giant red sack over one shoulder and a fake white beard on his face.

“Shouldn’t you be the reindeer? And shouldn’t I be asking you what you want for presents?” Ron laughed just looking at his friend, still wearing the ugly green sweater and a pair of short red leather Santa shorts that left little to the imagination.

Claude took a moment on that. “Good point.” And before Ron could argue, the stronger caribou forcibly put the beard on the human before giving him a strong shove back onto the couch. “Got to be seating.”

“What do you want for Christmas this year?” Ron rolled his eyes as Claude dropped the large red sack next to the human.

“That’s not how you properly ask,” Claude pointed out and before Ron could properly inquire what he meant, the large caribou was already planting his rear on the smaller male’s lap. The bulky weight of the caribou slowly eased and rested on and against the human who struggled to hold Claude up with both arms. “Now you can ask.” Claude rolled his wrist as if to say continue. Ron just let out a squeak of a noise from the weight planted on his legs, sinking into the furniture as he strained to hold his weight.

“You’re gonna… break me…” Ron whimpered.

“Is that what you want for Christmas?” Claude asked with a raised eyebrow. The caribou leaned against the human, lifting up an arm to put on the back of the couch as he looked down into his face. Ron could feel the raw heat coming from the caribou and knew then why Claude was wearing a sleeveless sweater vest.

The tuft of fur underneath the caribou’s arm felt warm and the pungent musk coming from his friend only reminded the human that neither of the two had showered since practice that morning.

“Dude!” Ron whimpered trying to push the caribou off and only felt Claude rest further against him, propping himself on the back of the couch as he laid against the human.

“How about I give you one of your presents first?” Claude just said and with that rested his arm over Ron’s head, using a finger to turn his face inwards to face the caribou’s armpit. “Go ahead,” he leaned closer breathing out the words. “No one’s here to interrupt us this time…”

Ron couldn’t argue with that logic. Not that he could otherwise with his face smothered in the sweaty musky fur of his friend’s armpit. The tuft of fur was a creamy color, unlike Claude’s brown furred arms and sides. The sharp contrast of light to dark had always caught Ron’s eye and now his face was pressing, nose first, against it.

It tickled and Ron could feel when Claude took a heavy breath, feel his chest expand and push against his cheek as the caribou lowered his arm around his head; hugging the human close before resting his chin on top of Ron’s head. Just sitting there, on his best friends lap, as the human breathed in his powerful musky scent.

“You know I always caught you…” Claude started up. Ron couldn’t even answer, let alone look at him as his face was rubbed into Claude’s pit further. “You sneaking a peek into my locker. Into my room… always checking me out in the shared showers…” One of the caribou ears flicked at that. “Or the time you thought I was asleep…”

Ron finally managed to pull back at that. “I can explain,” he panted heavily smelling only Claude in that moment as he looked at the caribou.

“What do you want for Christmas, Ron?” Claude asked him then catching the human off guard as he’d done in the past half hour showing up like this.

“I…” Ron faltered. “It’s the same thing I’ve always wanted, Claude.”

“And that is?” The caribou pressed.

“…All I wanted for Christmas, was you.”

And Ron kissed him, not caring about tradition, the holidays or the mistletoe… he kissed him just wanting to feel those warm lips against his own again. A groan escaped him as Claude gripped his side firmly with a hoofed fingered hands and pressed his chest down against the human’s own, crushing him against the cushions as they made out there in the dorm living room not caring if someone walked in.

The reindeer didn’t stop there, slipping a hand underneath that scratchy wool sweater and brushed his slightly hoofed, coarse fingers over the human’s skin. Ron shuddered and groaned into the kiss now as Claude turned and sat in the human’s lap, facing towards him with a leg on either side of Ron’s own as he rubbed and petted and scratched the human’s chest with both hands greedily.

The weight of the caribou made the couch sink in and Ron was compressed against the cushions as Claude rested his bulk against him, dragging his fingers down his sides and smiling as the human squirmed from the attention he was finally getting. Claude had nothing to hide and was grinding against Ron who was clearly hard as a rock as the two friends made out in the open like this, with no one around.

That was when the door swung open with a loud bang.

Claude’s ears perked up as the two turned to see the malamute, Barney, come in dressed in an ugly as sin Santa outfit he must’ve picked up at a loonie store. He was carrying a smaller sack than what Claude had gotten and was already barking a “wuff, wuff, wuff” in a merry tune as he walked on in.

“Surprise!” Barney started up with. “It’s me, Barney!” The malamute pronounced loudly pulling off the fake beard as if it were actually hiding his identity.

The dog stopped, seeing the two and looked back at the door to make sure he had the right dorm room.

“Wait, what’s going on here?” Barney asked not seeming to catch on that the half naked, skimpily clad caribou on the human meant the obvious thing.

“Barney?” Ron just asked incredulous, giving Claude a look as if the caribou had planned this. Claude just shrugged in reply, resting his weight on the human’s legs trapping him where he was as the caribou sat back on him, making sure Ron couldn’t just up and run away, this time. “What are you doing here?” The human could only squeak out, wincing at his friend’s weight on his legs.

“Sup.” Claude gave him a half-hearted wave.

“I was going to be your secret Santa.” The canine just explained gesturing down at his outfit. The baggy red pants and open shirt was of a red fleece with white trimming somewhat matching what Ron was wearing.

“Sorry, beat you too it.” Claude just shrugged. “He needed support.”

“It was rather obvious, huh?” Barney just frowned, closing the door and walking on over. The canine glared at the larger sack the caribou had brought and set his more pitiful one down next to it.

“Very.” Claude just nodded along, still not moving from where he was.

Ron looked between the two with a growing frown. “What?”

“He’s kind of dense.” Barney chuckled with a wag of his large curled tail.

“I don’t want to hear that coming from you!” Retorted Ron.

“I find it cute.” Claude just chuckled making the human blush. The caribou grunted as the human tried to push him off.

“Get off me you big lug!” Ron bashful said, trying to get the reindeer off him.

“It’s just Barney.” Claude pointed out as if that somehow made it ok for him to grind his junk over and against Ron’s, which he did again making the human squirm beneath him. “He doesn’t care.”

“Yeah!” Barney just wagged, panting happily. “I want in. I thought that was obvious.” Barney said before just nodding to himself. “I was too subtle. I understand.” The canine concluded, realizing then that Ron hadn’t picked up on his hints since living in the dorm.

“True.” Claude just chuckled though at Ron’s blight. The two were very well aware of what Barney wanted from the human. “You got to be far more… direct, with Ron.” And the caribou leaned forward, pulling down the front of his sweater and shoving the human’s face into the fluff of fur on the reindeer’s chest. “Like this.”

“Oh! Ok! I can do that!” Barney just nodded along as if this was class and Claude was teaching how to seduce a human.

“He’s smaller, see.” Claude just went on as the human’s flailed his arms trying to fight against his friend’s strength. “Got to be gentle but assertive. Take the reins and ride the sled.” Claude just rubbed Ron’s face against his chest, really working his scent against the human.

Ron could only smell Claude in that moment. The rich musk of his friend filled his lungs, smelling of the earth, snow and pine needles for some reason… it made the already aroused human, painfully so. Ron was squirming to adjust his pants more so than to break free of the caribou’s strong grip.

“What if I like to be the sled dog?” Barney asked, walking around to rest against the couch while talking to Claude as the caribou sexually harassed his friend further, reaching around to grope the human’s ass with his strong fingers.

“Well,” Claude just started up easing up his grip before just pushing his chest against the back of the couch and trapping the human between it and his chest. Slinging his arms over the back, Claude just went on ignoring the struggling human under him. “That works too.” The caribou just chuckled. “Assertively bottom. Make the rider want to, well, ride you.”

Barney barked in reply, wagging in approval at the implication of pulling the sled instead of riding in it.

“How long have you two, you know…” Barney asked as Ron pulled his face free just enough to get several thankful lung filling breaths of air.

“Like, a minute or two ago.” Claude just answered truthfully with a shrug.

“Nice.” Barney wagged, his tail soon stopped though. “I’m not… interrupting something… am I?” The malamute’s ears splayed out, tail tucking in a bit as his shoulders and head fell. It was a pitiful sight but one that needed to happen as Ron was about to explain when Claude did it for him.

“Nope.” Claude just smiled wickedly. “Ron was hoping you’d be stopping by.”

“Wait, I was?” Ron asked stupidly as the dog barked in approval, jumping over the couch to tackle the two in a hug.

Where the caribou fur had been, there was now a malamute. Barney’s fur was far softer than Claude’s coarse fur and the fluff of it felt nice in contrast. It was just as warm as Barney’s personality and Ron fell back on Claude’s chest with an overly excitable malamute on top of both of them. Ron could only grunt at Barney’s weight as the canine began nuzzling his muzzle over the human’s face with happy yips of excitement.

“Who’s pulling, who’s riding and who’s going to be the middle man?” Barney asked placing both hands on the ground looking at the human sandwiched between the two and then at the reindeer just lazing back on the floor as if this was just another Friday.

“What?” Ron just asked utterly confused as to what was happening. Maybe there was something in that holiday fudge…

“I’m riding.” Claude just said without a second hesitation, just nodding as he said it. Gripping Ron’s shoulder, he added on. “And Ron can be our middle man.”

“Fun! I’ll get my gear!” Barney was already jumping off the two, climbing over Ron and basically tea bagging the poor human as the malamute quickly made his way down the hallway towards his room.

“Gear? Middle man? What is happening?” Ron had to ask once more as Claude just sat up with the human now in his lap.

“You’re Christmas present, duh.” Claude just rolled his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Barney showed up soon enough strapped in a black leather harness with bells that connected to the thong he was sporting. He still had on the red Santa vest but had ditched the pants in the hallway, just leaving them there.

“Barney, reporting for duty, Santa!” The malamute got down on all fours, lifting up one arm and wagging his butt happily. “I’m strong enough to pull both of you.” He growled before a smile broke out over his face, matching his wagging butt.

“Do you all have outfits?” Ron jaw just dropped looking at the half-naked malamute joining them back in the living space of the dorm.

“It tis the season.” Claude just answered him, helping the human get up before giving a stretch. “You ready for this?”

“I’m not even sure what’s exactly happening. I thought you both were going to just up and leave… and now you’re here!” Ron said a little high in pitch, getting a bit hysterical before calming down.

“You ok?” Claude asked as Barney just came over to paw at his leg with a hand, still on all fours panting up at the human.

“I’m a reindeer.” Barney just explained, wiggling the red nose he had put on his snout and shook the fake wearable antlers he had put on.

“Yes, yes you are.” Ron only laughed, petting the canine’s head. “I’m great. I’m so happy you’re both here! You’re… here, Claude.” The human added looking at the actual reindeer in the room.

“Then why do you still have your clothes on?” Claude smiled though as he took a step forward making the human timidly look away from the larger male. “You aren’t still shy, with just us bros here, are you?”

“Look! It’s not like I haven’t… but like, you know, it’s just like…” Ron muttered before just stopping and standing there awkwardly, his feet frozen where he stood rubbing his arm and looking away.

“Good thing Santa and his little helper,” Claude started up.

“That’s me!” Barney added in, happily jumping into the conversation.

“Are here to help you with that…” Claude brushed a finger underneath Ron’s chin, getting the human to look up at him. “I’ve notice you looking at me in the lockers or when we hang out in your dorm room… and it got me thinking, what does Ron really want for Christmas. I try to buy you nice things. Games, gift cards, food, beer, a couple of toys that one time you didn’t want after I used them but then didn’t give them back…”

“Um… Claude,” Barney cut in looking between the two. “I’m no expert on humans but I think you broke him…”

Claude snorted a breath out at that. “Fine, I have a backup plan. Grab his legs.” The caribou just ordered and the malamute jumped into action, hoisting Ron legs up before the human could interject.

“I’m not broken! I’m just stunned at your stupidity!” Ron tried to fight them off but the two were far stronger than the human was and easily carried him down to Claude’s dorm room. “Watch your head,” Ron added for Claude’s sake before going back to trying to fight the two off.

Claude’s room was a mess. Where Ron only needed to pick up a few things to call it finished, Claude had seemingly pulled out each drawer in his dresser and dumped the clothes out onto the floor. There was hockey gear crudely stacked up behind the door with several hockey sticks stuffed into the open closet.

“When was the last time you cleaned this place! Or opened a window…” Ron mumbled at the end. “It smells like the locker room!”

“I love it!” Barney jumped in as unhelpful as ever.

Claude refused to even acknowledge what Ron had said as he dumped the human onto his bed before taking a seat on his back, pinning Ron against the mattress as the caribou rummaging underneath the nightstand for a small tin box with a lock. Undoing the combo with a “six nine four two zero,” Claude pulled out a couple of joints and a large lighter shaped like a broken antler.

“Nice!” Barney was game while Ron flatly refused.

“That’s fine. I have a back up for the back up plan.” Claude was already lighting up.

“I didn’t realize Ron could be so… lame.” Barney frowned; ears folding back as he just looked at the human with pity as if seeing him for the first time.

“He isn’t.” The reindeer took a long breath from the joint before bent down and blew smoke right into the human’s face. Ron coughed at that. It stunk as bad as Claude’s bed did. “Ron just likes to be dominated.” Claude added with a wink.

“Says who!” Ron coughed, struggling under the weight of the caribou sitting on him.

“Ever since we were kids,” Claude took another long breath, holding it in… before blowing it on the human once more. This time he pulled the covers over the struggling human as he went on, placing a hand on the back of Ron’s head to hold him in place. “His parents are real strict, see. Good people, just you know, religious.” Claude laughed as he passed the joint over to Barney.

The malamute had no trouble keeping up with the caribou as the two chatted about Ron’s upbringing while hot boxing the human still trapped underneath the reindeer’s rear. At one point, Claude was kind enough to move off Ron before man handling the human underneath the covers with him, snuggling up with the human as he chatted with Barney about their last game.

Trapped in the warm heat, musk and smoke, Ron was beginning to feel it a good half hour later. He knew Claude was a strong guy, he just wasn’t expecting him to lose so easily to him in the terms of strength. That, or Ron didn’t want to admit it, he was secretly liking the attention his friend was suddenly giving him.

Claude was resting partially over the human, hugging him against his chest as they had done in the past. Sharing a bed together, snuggled up. The added influence however was making the human far more groping than he’d been previously and Ron was glad to explore and feel up his friend underneath the covers as Claude blew another breath of smoke under the covers.

Knowing him as long as he had, Ron hadn’t expected Claude to reciprocate his feelings, let alone in such a manner. Still, here and now underneath these blankets with his face pressed against his friend’s chest wasn’t just nice… it was everything Ron had hoped it to be.

He felt giddy and, well, high as the caribou lifted up the blanket once more. This time sharing a deep, passionate kiss with the far too willing human now, sharing and blowing smoke in his mouth as their tongues met and drool was exchanged. Claude didn’t need to bother tucking Ron back in as he pet over the human as he chatted with the malamute resting on the edge of the bed.

Claude’s fur was a lot softer than Ron remember it being as he pressed his face against the caribou’s chest roughly, getting a grunt in return. His hands were roaming up those firm sides before Ron realized it and all he could do was giggle as he took another deep, heavy breath of the caribou’s body.

He was warm. It was warm underneath Claude’s comforter. It smelled of the caribou. Claude smelled of himself… Ron just giggled at the thought as he nosed that lush, thick fluff of fur on his friend’s chest as he continued to pet and rub, grope and feel the strong male body he was lying in bed with.

“I think he is thoroughly lubricated.” Claude chuckled, removing the comforter to look at the human spooning up against him.

“When did we lube him up?” Barney asked, tilting his head to one side and thinking far too hard about it. Either the malamute had smoked more than Claude had or was just an idiot. It was hard to tell in the moment.

Barney was lazed out on the floor, his fluffy body exposed as he just lay there looking up at the ceiling trying to figure out if he had been the one to lube the human up or not. He was dripping but, then again, he usually was a bit drippy when he got worked up and the smells in here was getting to the canine’s sensitive nose. Barney was even chewing absentmindedly on one of Claude’s hockey socks.

Helping Ron sit up, the two on the bed just rubbed their socked paws over the canine that giggled and squirmed at the attention he was suddenly getting. Claude wrapped an arm around Ron, steadying the human as the two looked down at the canine beneath them. Barney was wagging his tail, arms and legs up slightly as he nuzzled into the socked paws rubbing over his face.

Ron had trouble figuring out which legs were his and which was the caribou whose lap he was sitting on. It was only when Claude’s hands gripped his thighs; pulling him back into the caribou did Ron take notice of the rather pronounced bulge pushing up against his rear.

Claude said nothing about it as he wrapped both arms around him, resting his bulk against the human while lazily placing his chin on the human’s head.

“Not exactly the first time I thought this would happen.” Claude said, though he wasn’t complaining. This was one of those rare chances the two had by themselves, where Ron wouldn’t get embarrassed and chicken out at the last minute.

Barney didn’t count.

The malamute on the floor panting happily with his tongue drooling out the side of his muzzle, arms and legs up in the air with his tail lazily wagging on the floor might as well not even be there. Just part of the furniture for them to use. Their floor mat as the two continued to rub their musky, sweaty socks over the canine’s body that whimpered and begged for more.

“How’d you imagine it then?” Ron asked a minute longer than he should have. His brain needing a moment to catch up. The human was just smiling, swaying back and forth in the strong grip of his friend. Those strong arms holding him tightly from behind against Claude’s furry chest.

“I was going to just tease the fuck out of you and coax you into getting on your knees.” Claude just admitted with a chuckle and a heavy shrug. “Thought it’d be cute to put you in that spot…”

“What? Like this…” Ron turned to face his friend before slowly sliding down his front between the caribou’s now open legs. The human ended up just sitting on Barney, though the malamute didn’t seem to mind. “Sorry, Barney. You’re just really, really, like stupidly soft. And squishy. And big. Like, the best pillow.”

“I am big, squishy and stupid.” The malamute just smiled proudly and neither of the other two had the heart to address what he said.

Sitting on the canine, Ron stroked a hand up Claude’s thigh looking up at the reindeer grinning down at him. Petting, stroking, rubbing, touching and feeling that thick, muscular thigh with his fingers, the human didn’t even hear the groan he made lost as he was in his friends body. Feeling the heat of it on his palm, the musk clinging to his fingers as the sweat of him…

“What do I do from here…?” Ron just asked uncertain. He knew what he wanted he just wasn’t sure how to get to it.

“Well, let me give you a hand.” Claude said reaching down to rub over the human’s head, before bringing Ron’s nose forward between his open legs. With his other hand, Claude undid the side strap on short shorts he was wearing. “Just breathe me in and go from there. I trust you…”

Claude rubbed Ron’s head encouragingly as he peeled off the strip of fabric between Ron’s face and the caribou’s bulge. The hefty weight of Claude slipped free, his fat nuts drooping between his toned thighs and his sheath sagging forward.

Ron had to take a moment to take it all in. The sweltering heat coming from his best friend made the human feel parched and knew why they called it being thirsty now. Licking his lips, Ron rubbed a hand closer feeling the fur grow muskier, sweatier as his fingers teased the edge of Claude’s sack.

“That’s right, take me all in…” The reindeer grunted, pushing Ron’s face closer. “Make sure to get every angle now; don’t want you missing out on anything.”

Claude didn’t let up and the human soon found his face pressed against the warm, sweaty fur of his friend’s thigh. It rubbed up the side of his face before his nose was firmly pressed in the curve of the caribou’s leg. Claude flexed and squeezed around Ron’s face, trapping his nose between that muscular thigh and hefty, sweaty sack. The raw heat of Claude washed over Ron’s face and the human shuddered from every breath he took of his best friend.

It smelled so strong. That thick, heavy, pungent scent of the man he’d coveted these past several years. It pumped and radiated against his face like a smelly furnace. The sweat was from this morning practice and it only added to the already overwhelming musk emitting from the caribou naturally. Claude rubbed his sack over Ron’s cheeks really rubbing his scent on the human.

Ron coughed once more and this time it wasn’t from the dank weed.

“You smell so strong, bro.” Ron wrinkled his nose feeling Claude’s sweaty musk sticky to his face.

“I knew you’d like it.” Claude grunted, shifting on the bed and placing a heavy leg up and over the human’s shoulder to push the human even closer. “Don’t be shy. We’re all friends here.” Claude flexed once more, squeezing Ron’s face with his whole leg now and keeping the human nice and close.

“Yeah, get in there bro! Smell your man!” Barney encouraged, underneath, Ron. The human didn’t get a chance to refute what he’d said as Barney was more than happy to give him an encouraging push with both his feet, pressing the human’s full face against the caribou’s groin now.

Claude’s sweaty, furry sack rubbed against and over Ron’s chin. Claude’s thick thigh was up against one cheek and his plump sheath against the other as the caribou just rested back on his arms letting the malamute do the work for him. He was glad Barney had showed up now, he was the perfect assistant for this kind of thing.

“Love Santa’s sack and you’ll get plenty of treats.” Claude grunted, his sheath twitching with excitement at seeing the human’s face smothered by his sack.

Ron shivered and it wasn’t from the malamute’s large hind paws pushing against his back or the sweaty, musky fur tickling his nose. It was the fact he got a chance to taste his best friend’s sack. Feeling the loose flesh with his tongue, pulling on it as he licked up underneath and along the side of it. Ron swallowed the taste of Claude. It made him drool, hungry for more of that potent flavor of venison. Claude adding the perfect spice and flavor as Ron licked and sucked on the hefty sack, only able to suck on one of the caribou’s orbs.

Ron moaned around Claude’s junk. The only reaction the caribou gave him was a deep throaty grunt that groaned out his parted lips as his sheath twitched once more, filling up quickly.

Ron didn’t stop there. Not letting this chance slip by and letting the added assistance from behind help him, encouraged him to continue what they started. And what Ron wanted to finally commit too and finish.

Licking up the curve of Claude’s meaty thigh, Ron buried his nose in the extra scruff of fur above and around the caribou’s sheath. Breathing in the thick musky groin fur of his best friend. Of him in. Taking it all and groaning out hotly over Claude’s sack. It tightened in response, the caribou sucking in a breath as those warm lips worked their way up to meet the side of his filling sheath.

Kissing at the loose flesh of the caribou. Nibbling its side and pulling, moving around to breathe and smell and lick over it. Up it. Around and down the other side; Ron holding those strong thighs for support as the malamute continued to rub his paws over the human’s back.

“Fuck, if I knew you were this eager I would’ve done this,” Claude grunted taking a second. “A lot, lot sooner.”

“And invite me! Right?” Barney asked and the caribou chose not to answer him as Ron went down on him.

Pressing his lips against the opening of his best friend’s sheath, Ron slid the full length of his tongue inside making it bulge from the new meat contained within. He tasted the warm slick walls. Pulling on the flesh as he suckled and drank in the flavor of the caribou, finding it to be the richest and most delicious thing in the world in that moment. Wiggling the tip of his tongue until it touched Claude’s tip and the two moaned in unison at the feel and taste of the other male.

Ron moan filling up Claude’s sheath and making the caribou grip the mattress tightly under him with another low, deep grunting rut.

Claude thick mass rose up to meet Ron’s lips and the human gladly accepted all he could of the monster that was Claude’s dick in. Licking the underside, around it, suckling on it and swallowing the musky pre that dribbled from the tip as Ron just devoured every inch of his best friend’s manhood. The thick girth was already hurting his jaw and Ron had to close his eyes, focusing on the mass of meat. Using a hand, he took hold of the base of Claude’s shaft, pulling the sheath down the rest of the way with his other as he began to stroke the caribou off.

Ron was so distracted, focus on Claude he didn’t even notice the malamute shift and move from underneath him. Barney could smell their arousals in the air and wanted in on the fun. The canine already stripped down himself before getting on all fours behind the human. Barney’s cold, wet bumpy nose pressed against Ron’s back making him shiver as it dragged down to his ass.

The canine’s hot, smoldering breath made gooseflesh form on the human’s arms before, awkwardly, the malamute crawled between his legs and rested back against the bed between the two face towards and between Ron’s legs.

Lying on his back, partially sitting up, Barney had lifted Ron’s ass and legs up to worm his way between the caribou’s thick legs with the human but facing towards Ron. Barney didn’t wait for permission as he quickly undid and pulled Ron’s underwear and shorts down; recognizing them as the ones he’d left on the human pillow invitingly. His hot lips met the human’s aching, rock hard, throbbing shaft and Ron moaned around Claude. The sound of him, practically choking on his girth, made Claude grunt in turn spurting out a decent dose of pre onto the human’s tongue and making Ron gag for another reason.

Claude humped into Ron who pressed against Barney who fully gripped his ass and spread his cheeks making the human moan once more around the thick venison he was currently sucking abound. Claude held the human with both hands as he rocked his hips forward. A slow steady movement of pure muscle and fur that made the human gag on the thick meat forced down his throat. Claude was so large he was sure his throat was bulging after trying to swallow as much as he could of him.

Ron could feel Claude shaft throb. Feel the tip sputter and spray pre down his throat and feel the warm tingle of it coating it further as he “swallowed” around it. Claude bucked his hips, his hefty weighty sack slapping against the human’s chin before dangling back down over Barney’s face.

The malamute was, as always, all smiles as the fuzzy musky sack dangled over his face. The heat of it, the musk coming from it only made the canine drool. Thick tendrils of drool slathering the human’s shaft, making it glisten in the dim light of the dorm room as the three went at it together.

Barney whined, his own red rocket poking free from his swollen sheath. The mushroom headed human like shaft matched Claude’s own as it twitched free of its sheath and ached and begged for attention. Barney pawed at it, whining around Ron’s length trapped in his muzzle. Not wanting to let such a delicious toy go while wanting to get his own toy played with.

Claude caught on quickly enough; the only real sober one in the room. His stash was far stronger than the stuff Ron had done in the past and it showed. As the responsible party involved, Claude took it on himself to help his friend Barney out.

The caribou got up slightly on his legs, pushing Ron’s nose against his groin fur before lying out over the human. Hugging, holding the humans legs for support, the tall caribou rested his bulk over his friend and nosed at the canine’s twitching shaft with his large snout. Snorting a hot breath against it, he elicited a whine from the canine begging for attention at this point. Barney squirmed which, in turn, made the human squirm as the three of them were soon locked together as Claude’s lips wrapped around and found the canine’s thick shaft.

Ron had his friend’s dick down his throat, nose in his groin with the heavy weight of the caribou over him and couldn’t do much other than hug the head pressed against his groin. Hugging Barney’s head, Ron just whimpered along with the canine as the caribou seemingly took advantage of both of them. Resting his bulk over the two as he teased and played with the malamute before slurping up his length with his thick, wide tongue.

The action got a noticeable reaction from the malamute who struggled underneath the human pressing down on him from the weight of their friend lying over them. It was only thanks to Claude height that they were able to do this as the caribou rocked his hips against Ron’s face and the human pumped into the canine who thrusted into the reindeer.

Heavy breaths were filling the room as the three began to work up a good sweat together. Finding a rhythm that worked at their own pace, the three each seemingly took their turn to hump and pump and thrust into the other.

Grunts filled the room, moans accompanied them. The smell and heat coming from the three only grew as their bodies shook the bed they were, somewhat, resting against. The sound of a canine’s tail thumping against the floor could be heard as the heavy grunting groans of the caribou soon took precedent.

The only warning sign as to what was to come…

Claude’s gripped the two, hugging them against his chest as he grabbed hold of the malamute’s thighs. Groaning out loudly, he pressed against, smacking his thighs against Ron’s face; holding them there as his sack tightened, muscles flexed and the caribou’s heavy breath caught in his throat…

And Ron felt it more than tasted it. The heavy throbbing, pulses of his friends shaft emptying and dumping such a heavy, thick load directly down his throat and into his belly. Ron could feel the weight of it growing as the caribou came in him. It was hot, the feel of that bulging mass of meat throbbing against his tongue and in his throat made the human’s eyes water as he gripped Barney’s head tightly with both hands as his best friend used him to dump his fat load into, sagging his belly from the sheer quantity Claude had to share with him.

Ron didn’t moan. All he could do was whimper softly as the caribou came to a heavy finish. Slurping his length out from the human’s lips, it dragged over his cheek and chin before Claude rested over him once more. The weight of the caribou forced Ron onto his knees, pinning the malamute against the floor as the human began face fucking the dorm rep.

The human’s face was pressed against the caribou’s groin and that heat enveloped his face with that warm, sweaty musk of his friend he had become very familiar with in the past hour.

Ron’s finish wasn’t as heavy as the caribou’s was but it didn’t stop the overwhelming pleasure from filling his entire being as he emptied what he had into the malamute that eagerly lapped it down.

Barney had pulled off Ron’s dick just as the human was climaxing. The malamute just kept his muzzle open, lapping and licking at the sticking strings of white warmth that shot and sprayed out over his muzzle and face. The canine couldn’t be happier; that was until it was his turn to finish.

Using a hand to tease and rub the base of his shaft was all Barney needed to join the two in glorious climax, not minding at all that he was the last one, metaphorically, standing as the lying dog on the floor blew hard enough that the other two could feel it vibrating out from the malamute that seemed to spasm with his release.

Letting out a howl of pleasure, Barney finished into the long snout of the caribou. Dumping his own impressive load right into the reindeer’s snout. Claude collected the mess the canine made with his wide tongue and kept it pooled behind his lips as he slurped off the dog that collapsed, once more, back to the floor.

Claude sat back on the bed, using a hand to lift Ron’s face up before smashing his own against it; warm lips met the human’s once more and Ron was gagging, for the third time this night, this time on the caribou’s tongue as the reindeer snowballed the human. Sharing what he’d collected from Barney’s release with the human, petting his face with a hand and roughly pulling him up and into his lap as he did so.

“Merry Christmas, Ron.” Claude just smiled after their lips finally parted. The two were breathing heavily as they just looked into the others eyes.

“And Happy Holidays, Claude.” Ron just smiled back, flushed in the cheeks.

“And Barney!” The malamute added in, jumping up onto the bed as Claude lay back with the human in his arms. The canine spooned up behind Ron, pushing and crushing him against the caribou’s chest. Not that Ron or Claude seemed to mind.

It just brought the human closer to the caribou that had longed to hold him like this. That was good enough reason to keep the malamute around.

“And Barney.” The other two chuckled along as the caribou just left the comforter to the side.

They wouldn’t need it this winter. Having the warmth, and love, of their friendship to keep them nice and toasty, and sticky, during this season. Together.

The End.