Reindeer Games, pt. 1
#1 of Reindeer Games
'Tis the season to jingle some bells...
-- NOTE: Like most of my stories, this involves some heavy ball-busting, so if you don't appreciate the thought of Vixen socking Blitzen in the groin, you probably want to read something else. --
This little snippet has been kicking around my BB story folder for 2+ years now, so I figured it was about time to get it done and post it. The opening quote may make this seem like more of a castration story than a BB one, but trust me, in the end it's the same kind of gleeful nut-bashing that y'all have come to expect from me.
I'm only posting the first half of this now (because it's not finished yet), but the rest should follow by Christmas. In the meanwhile, enjoy, and may visions of ball-busting reindeer dance in your head :P
The very fact that Christmas card artists show Rudolph with his antlers in place may underscore another unfortunate fact, one drawn to my attention by Odd Halvorsen: the Sami mostly use castrated male reindeer to pull or carry loads. Without their equipment, males have an abnormal antler cycle, so they keep their headgear longer than functional males. To keep his antlers for the sake of the Christmas card, Rudolph would have had to be castrated. "This introduces another sad aspect to the story," Halvorsen says.
-The Physics of Christmas, Roger Highfield
"And last but not least, I remind you all to give a very warm welcome to the newest member of the team, Blitzen!"
A round of applause went through the room, and the buck grinned, glancing up at the jolly fat man introducing him. It had been a little intimidating to drop everything, leave his old life behind, and move north, but so far it felt pretty good to be the new kid up north. Everyone had been more than welcoming, and the team had taken him in right away. It seemed like there was always someone around to make sure he was doing alright.
Speaking of which... "Hey -- how you holding up?" Donder clapped a hand on Blitzen's back. "Need anything?"
"Nah, I'm good." The buck smiled. "Just taking it all in, y'know? I mean, I always hoped I'd end up at the North Pole, but I never thought I'd actually be here."
"Heh, yeah, I know what you mean. Trust me, though, you've earned it. And you'll figure out your way around the place soon enough." The veteran reindeer grinned. "If you've got any questions, though, feel free to ask anytime."
Blitzen thought for a moment before remembering the question that he had thought of earlier. "Oh -- one random thing that did occur to me. How do they take care of our antlers? For us guys, I mean."
"Ah." The male's face fell. "Um."
"I mean, because normally they fall off by the end of November." The buck frowned. "Do the males take hormones or something?"
"N-no, not hormones. Hormones don't help." Donder seemed visibly uncomfortable. "Listen, you'll find out how that works soon enough -- just drop the subject for now, alright? We don't...we don't really talk about that."
Blitzen chuckled. "Oh come on, is it some kind of secret? Listen, I don't care if we wear fake ones; it's not gonna spoil the Christmas magic or anything."
"No, it's not that, it's just...uh..." The fellow male leaned inwards, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Listen, if you really want to know--"
"Do I hear someone talking about antlers?" Vixen asked loudly, suddenly entering the conversation. The female turned to Blitzen, grinning widely with a flash of teeth. "I just love a good rack, if you know what I mean."
Blitzen snickered. "Yeah...well, Donder was just about to explain how they take care of our antlers up here."
"Oh really." Vixen arched an eyebrow, her pleasantness suddenly gone as she gave Donder a cold glance. "Is that true, dear?"
The male scrabbled for an explanation. "No, of course...well, I mean...he asked, so I--"
"Mmhmm." The female folded her arms. "Well...I would encourage you not to go ruining the surprise. Blitzen's new here; it's only right that we should give him a proper welcome."
"I...uh...yes ma'am," replied Donder meekly, looking down.
"Again, what's the big deal?" Blitzen folded his arms across his chest. "I mean, seriously -- they're just antlers. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
"Well," Vixen replied, "it's just that some males find the whole thing a little...emasculating."
The buck snorted. "Why? I've got nothing to be ashamed of."
The doe's mouth turned upward in a smile. "Is that so? Well, aren't you a..." -- her gaze flicked downwards for a moment -- "...cocky little fella."
The male smirked. "Oh? Has someone else been talking about me?"
Vixen raised an eyebrow, but her smile grew. "Heh -- nice to see a new guy with some balls. I just hope you can pull a sleigh as well as the big guy says you can. But I guess we'll find that out soon enough." The doe turned away. "Later, boys."
Blitzen watched the female walk away for a moment, admiring the healthy swing of her rear. Yeah, it was good to be the new kid up north.
"You might not want to flirt with her like that," warned Donder. "She can be kind of...intense. Dancer and Comet are a lot nicer, as far as females go."
The buck snorted. "Oh come on, she's smoking hot and she was totally flirting back. Besides, I'm not taking girl advice from a guy who folds like a wet paper bag around women." Blitzen chuckled. "What, has she got you pussy-whipped or something?"
Donder didn't seem quite so amused. "Yeah, well..." he mumbled, cheeks burning as he looked down at the ground.
"Good work today, man." Dasher gave the younger male a pat on the shoulder. "You're doing really well."
"Thanks," panted Blitzen, still dripping sweat from the endurance run he had just completed. His whole body ached with exertion, even muscles that he didn't know he had. Luckily, a hot shower did a lot to ease that pain, and so it was with much relief that the buck tossed his workout clothing aside and stepped into the nice, warm spray.
Damn, I'm tired, the buck thought to himself, letting his body relax as the day's tension slowly ran down the drain. I didn't realize how fast the training ramps up...but then again, I suppose this is the best team in the world for a reason.
Honestly, though, over the past few days the team dynamic had seemed a little...off. When the whole team was out running together, it felt fantastic, but the whole team hadn't consistently been together since the beginning of training. It seemed like every few days a different member was out sick -- first Cupid, then Dasher, today Donder. All males, coincidentally. Blitzen wondered if there might be something more significant going on, but when he asked one of the sick bucks who had returned, all he got was a mumbled response about not feeling well.
Still, there were still several weeks of training left before the big day, and Blitzen felt confident that the team was up to the task. No doubt it would leave them all good and exhausted, but there was a whole year to recover afterwards.
Exhausted and wrapped in his thoughts, the buck didn't notice how much time had passed until the supply of hot water finally began to run out. Geez, he thought, I didn't even hear everyone leave. Blitzen shook his head to gather himself and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading towards his locker, beginning to dry himself off as he went.
Blitzen had been buried face-first in towel for several seconds, drying his antlers, when he was caught off-guard by a wolf-whistle from just a few feet away. Pulling the cloth aside, he found himself face-to-face with a post-shower Vixen, wrapped in her own towel, looking down at his endowment with a rather pleased smirk on her face.
"Hey!" the male exclaimed, looking suspiciously at the doe -- though not moving to cover himself. After all, the two had been flirting ever since he first arrived. Maybe it was finally about to pay off.
Vixen glanced upwards. "What, I'm not allowed to admire a nice package when I see one?" The female's gaze drifted back down to the buck's equipment as she folded her arms across her chest, the tops of her tan-furred breasts visible above her towel wrap. "Y'know, females have needs too, honey."
Blitzen felt his cock twitch weakly at the compliment, his arousal no doubt aided by the nearly-nude doe standing in front of him. The male did his best not to stare at her legs as he imagined what lay hidden just above, a slip of the towel away from his eager eyes... "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the view," he answered. "Always happy to help a doe in need. Particularly one as attractive as yourself."
Vixen took a step forward, raising an eyebrow. "You got something in mind, stud?"
"Oh, I've got plenty of things in mind," he replied, moving a step closer himself. "Like getting you out of that towel, to start with."
"Ooh...well aren't we forward?" The doe licked her lips, taking another step so that she was now just inches away from the male. Casually she let a hand slip downwards, her fingers brushing through Blitzen's groinfur and running over his stirring cock before curling around his heavy balls and hefting their weight. "In that case, why don't you slip on over to my place in, say, ten minutes, and we'll have ourselves a bit of fun?"
Blitzen brought a hand to the female's waist, giving a gentle squeeze. "It's a date," he grinned.
"Excellent. I'll be waiting." Vixen pulled away, giving the buck's package a healthy smack as she did so. "And don't be late."
The male let out an 'oomph' of surprise. "Y-yes ma'am."
The doe smiled at him once more, and with that she turned to leave...letting the towel slip from her body as she disappeared down the hallway. Blitzen took a moment to admire the sway of her bare rump before she turned a corner and disappeared, leaving the male alone with his newly-stiff erection.
Score! thought the male. Not that he hadn't been expecting it -- hell, Vixen had been eying his crotch ever since he'd arrived -- but it was a relief to finally get the booty call he'd been waiting for. Hell, he hadn't been laid since he'd arrived at the North Pole, and that was over a month ago. In fact...
Blitzen glanced down at his groin, only to be greeted with seven proud inches of reindeer meat, throbbing in the open air. Impulse told him to jerk off now, while the image of the female's pert rumpcheeks was still fresh on his mind, and the male got as far as wrapping a paw around his thick shaft before he reconsidered. Sure, it'd feel great to just bust a nut here and now...but on the other hand, the whole team had spent the past week doing stamina training, and he wasn't about to lose out on a piece of tail that could keep going all night. Better not to waste a drop.
Reluctantly the male let go of his cock and went back to drying himself off, while images of a naked Vixen slinked their way through his imagination. When he was finished he wrapped the towel around his waist, not bothering to hide the obvious bulge in front, and with a grin stepped out of the locker room.
The door was unlocked when he got there, and the eager Blitzen opened it to find...a room full of black.
"...Vixen?" he asked cautiously. He took a step forward into the darkness, his paw groping along the wall for a light switch. "You here, babe?"
Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him, and before Blitzen even had time to react, there was a paw clamped tightly around his muzzle. Instinctively the buck lashed out, striking blindly at his attacker as his adrenaline spiked...but then he caught a whiff of the wet cloth pressed up against his nose. It smelled kind of...ooh. Kind of nice.
"Ow!" yelped a voice behind him -- a female voice. "Mmph, damnit -- that was right in the tit, you fucker."
Blitzen's mind was already hazy enough that her words passed him right by. What was that? Something about tits? Tits were always good.
"Anyway," the mysterious female grumbled, "you seem docile enough. Are you gonna play nice now?"
Blitzen stood there dumbly for another moment when suddenly there was someone else's bare skin pressed up against his back. The paw clamped around his muzzle trailed sensuously down to his chest, while at the same time another paw slid around his hip to...ooh. A quick tug let the towel around his waist fall to the floor, and then the male let out a quiet murmur as a few soft fingers wrapped around his length.
"That's it, relax," purred the female, giving the shaft in her hand a gentle squeeze. "Nothing's wrong. Not yet, anyway."