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12 Vores of Christmas

Sixth Vore of Christmas

Deer

Author Note: This story contains soft vore and set in a furry world.

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Don was one of those that helped the community, especially at Christmas time, the deer was one of those that never really grew that much of antlers, only a small stubble on each side of his head but he didn't mind, the male liked other species and found them more interesting than some of his own kind that were far stuck up their own arses. As the snow fell, the deer walked about easily in the snow and ice as he ran up to where one of the canines slipped and caught him as he grabbed his arm. "Careful there, it's a bit icy out." The canine who was a brown dog, smiled and nodded his head at the deer. "Thanks." Slowly the dog walked off as the deer smiled and continued his way down the street. The male slowly shifted the small sack that he had slung over his shoulder. The deer pulled out his wallet and took out a card as he looked at the address. Then he looked ahead and ran as he saw the bus just pull up at the stop and came up as he hopped onto it before he looked at the driver while breathing slightly heavy. "One for East side of town." The deer pulled out a few notes and took the ticket from the machine before he made his way down the bus and sat down near the rear as he sidled up to the window, the small sack placed onto his legs and then he saw the vehicle move off as others were walking about. Then he saw the same dog again, slip and fall into a pile of snow and Don just shook his head as he muttered. "You get only one." Then he laughed to himself quietly before he rested his head the back of the seat, pulled out some in the ear headphones and pressed the screen on his phone before he started to play some Christmas music.

The various people moving about with their own agenda, shopping, meeting with people as they carried bags and boxes, the deer watched the world slowly move by as the bus continued to drive across town, the whole world was busy preparing for the holidays and all that he had was a note, a set of presents within the sack and a task to do. Slowly the town changed as the shops and stalls vanished, more houses came into view as Don looked at the many different light displays on the front of the buildings, the lit up ornaments in the gardens and he smiled, Don loved this stime of year, it was always great to see others put up deer in their uniforms, dragging a big massive sleigh which was either a white polar bear in a Santa's suit or a big white wolf in the same outfit. There was even a avian version as the deer saw briefly a white owl, being pulled along by big white hawks.

Slowly though, the bus moved through the town to the poorer side, and he still looked at the simpler displays, the ones that Don saw with much more care and love put into them and he loved them just as much as the bigger displays the richer kind had put up. Here though, he saw more snow-beasts the kids and families had made throughout the past few days, the deer grinned at the orange painted brooms for tails, the coffee cups as ear and somehow orange paint was sprayed onto one that was to be a fox. Don took photos with his phone as he listened to a red robin sing the latest song for the year and he was just happy overall. Then he saw the bus get nearer to his stop and Don slowly pulled out the earphones and placed them back into his pocket before he reached over and pressed the bell to signal that the next stop was one that he would like to depart.

The bus came to a stop as Don got up and made his way to the front before he hopped off and looked about the part of town, he was in. The stench of wolves was thick in the air, and he slowly made his way down the road as his feet clopped on the pavement as the bus drove off in the distance along with the other traffic, the headlights were lighting up the way briefly time after time. The deer looked around as he took in his surroundings and then he came up to the street, the sign was hanging on by one screw on the wall and he turned to look at the dark road ahead, most of the streetlights were off, due to being broken or no power coming to them. Slowly, Don walked forwards as he kept his senses on high alert, taking a glance at the sides as he looked at the various dark windows and some boarded up houses along the way. The deer thought to himself on why he was headed this way, whou could possible live here for a secret Santa present. Then he shook his head and berated himself, if someone did live in this part of town, right here, then they deserved the best performance and presents than others that lived in this town. And as such, Don picked up the pace with renewed energy and purpose as he made his way down the street, just let one of those wolves dare try to stop him, he was ready to give them a piece of his mind, never mind a punch and kick if it had to come to it.

Up ahead, Don could see the huge old house that stood by itself, the rusty fence and gate could be seen as the male deer walked up to it and looked about as he saw a white envelope stuck to the furthest right pole and he reached for it, his fingers grasped the edge of the envelope, then pulled it free as he looked at it from all angles. Don gave a questionable look, but then he rolled his shoulders and then opened the back up as he pulled to card from inside, then he opened that up. "Come to the back, there is a bag with suit and ladder to get to the roof, the left chimney is the one to go down, do not go down the right one." Don looked up and nodded his head as he placed the card back into the envelope, then slowly he pulled on the rusty handle as the gate squeaked loudly, the rusty hinge complained as it was moved for the first time in ages. Don moved along the pave as he looked about the overgrown front garden, then towards the house itself that had seen better days and the deer was puzzled, but he climbed up the wooden steps onto the ground balcony and then looked to the left and the right as he slowly turned to the right and followed the way around the house. The wooden planks underneath him creaked as he walked on top of them and the deer slowed down as he looked down, thankful that the moon had come out a bit to help light the way, that and the snow that had formed about on top of everything.

Once Don had reached the back of the house, he looked at the back garden and could make out some shapes of various things that were hidden partially within the overgrowth and snow, there was a bench, a slide and a shed at the furthest part of the garden, but Don wouldn't be able to check what was inside it without being cut by all the thorns that had grown, the vines were strangling most of everything else, bar a few long grass that managed to grow but were now frozen solid for the winter and had sprinkles of white frost and snow on the tops, bending them down due to the weight, some of which had snapped and were hanging downwards. So instead, Don concentrated on the task at hand and walked to where he saw the bag and came right up to it, the deer placed his sack down onto the wooden planks and looked at the bag on the table, his hands reached for it as he felt the leather, it was aged, the leather felt soft even in this cold weather and slowly he traced his fingers up to where the zipper was and slowly he pulled it to the left as the bag opened, the smell of fabric reached his now and he reached in to pull out a pair of red pants. With a grin, Don knew what it was as he delve in a bit more and saw the black boots. The deer looked about again as he exhaled, saw the wisps of his breath blow out and he muttered. "I'm going to have to be fast here." And so the deer quickly started to remove some of his clothing as he put on the red Santa suit, which to his surprise, fitted remarkably well, as if it was tailored for him. Once he had finished, the deer was feeling his suit all over with his fingers, the fabric felt soft and new as he looked to where the hat was and then placed it over his head.

Now comfortable the deer picked up his sack once more and now that he was looking the part, he headed towards the ladder and slowly he looked up to where it was, the garden around it had been cleaned enough that he could step in the fluffy white snow and up high was the roof. Don moved his mouth a bit as he pondered and then with a hand on the side, the deer began to climb up the ladder slowly as he ventured upwards as a faint rain of snow began to fall, the snowflakes just floating lazily in the night air as the deer could hear his hoofs touch the rungs of the ladder. Surprisingly the ladder was firm and didn't move about which helped the male deer feel confident as he continued to climb, so much that it didn't take him long at all to get to the roof of the house and he stepped onto the snow covered roof and walked up the incline towards the chimney that he had been instructed to go to, Don felt wonderful and he thought on which youngster he was about to surprise with the gifts that he had brought. The male deer was glad to help the charity as he placed his hand on the cold bricks of the chimney and steadied himself as he climbed the bricks until he got to the very top and then he paused as he looked about and swallowed. At this height, the deer was a bit unsure as he sat down on the edge of the chimney and looked upwards for a moment into the sky to get his bearings back and then he looked down again and out to the front as he looked at the street laid out in front of him, all picturesque with the snow covered roofs, the pavements and road in snow and he could justabout see his own footprints in the pavement but they were slowly vanishing from the new snowfall.

Don smiled as he looked out at the city, the dark parts and the lit parts that were off to the distance, where the rich lived and he swung his feet around and let them drop into the dark chimney without a care, then slowly he started to climb down into the dark hole. The cold brickwork was easy for his hooves to grip as he slowly lowered his body down, the rim of the chimney started to go up bit by bit and then the deer lost the view of the city as he vanished into the hole itself. The male continued to climb down and then he paused as he felt something slippery instead of the brickwork and looked down, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness. Don looked back up again as he looked at the night sky, the few stars that twinkled and turned around, being careful not to fall as he chose another side was best to climb down, but the male deer found the exact same problem, something was soft, wet and slippery. Slowly he frowned as his fingers started to ache from holding onto the shallow points in the wall between the bricks and he tried to move again turning left once more but he slipped and fell a few feet as he screamed, grabbing at the inner wall of the chimney, his fingers ended up cut and stinging but he managed to stop himself from falling. With a heavy breath in and out, the male deer felt his chest heave outwards, then inwards as he sucked in the cold air, the soot made him cough as he remained still, his feet trying to find something to hold onto but alas, he couldn't get a footing and as such he was straining his arms and fingers to stay up.

Something was wrong, Don could feel the instincts within him tell him that, it was screaming at him to run, but the deer couldn't move as his hands were cut more, one or two of his fingers screamed in pain by being fractured, broken, or dislocated and then he felt something soft squeeze about his legs as he was tugged downwards. Don scrambled as he ignored the pain in his hands, the arms strained to pull himself up as his sack fell down the chimney, but the sensation of something pulling him down continued as the male was slowly sinking downwards, the bricks slowly moving upwards as the male tried to get back up again. The weird wet feeling that was gripping his legs now continued as the male slipped down a bit more, it just stopped and then continued as the deer slowly descended downwards as he called out, the voice echoing into the night air but being so far away from the rest of society, the traffic busy rushing about in the end of the street didn't hear with their radios on, the windows up and their engines humming away. All that the deer was doing was yelling at the stars, so far, far away.

The tight feeling gripped around his waist and torso now, the male squirming as he carried on trying to grab onto the brickwork, the stench of his own blood had made him feel sick to the stomach, then he fell a fair bit as he screamed loudly and then came to a stop, the male reached down to feel about his body and then he touched something scaley, the thing was moving as he felt it open and then he slipped down again as he gasped and felt something press his arms up into the air, then something touched the back of his neck and throat, then he fell again as he felt the wet tongue lap at his face, then the deer knew what was going on and he cried out loudly as his head slipped into the large mouth, the jaws moved over him as he slowly felt his head slip into the throat, then the sight of the mouth opening and closing as his hands reached up to the night sky, so tiny from the opening of the chimney itself and then he felt himself falling again as his vision got less as the fleshy walls closed around his head and his arms slowly sunk down as the hands moved to grip at the lips of the mouth, desperately trying to pull upwards but then another tug and even those slipped into the wet slimy tunnel as the last thing between his arms was the twinkling star and then the mouth closed over bringing darkness as the throat walls closed completely and the deer gasped, breathing but soon found the air lacking as he gasped out gagging, his brain fogging over as he continued to move down the fleshy tube, the sound of a heart beating nearby was the last thing he heard as the male deer passed out, never to waken again.

The large snake fell slowly back down the chimney as the sack landed at the bottom of the fireplace and slowly retreating backwards, the snake moved into the main room and lifted it's head up before it slowly curled around itself, the motion was slow as the snake wrapped around until it's head tested on it's coils, it had a meal and a meal that would take all winter to digest, for now the snake could stop fighting the cold and hibernate, ready to venture out when the warm spring sun came in through the window. It had all winter to digest the venison meal, clothes and all.