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

Part 2

For Juantillery

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

Jack wasn’t sure what he’d expected of the toy store’s delivery business, but it wasn’t anything like he found. He’d show up around eleven at night, he’d report to the hippo – who went by the name of Samson – and he would be given a bag of different things that had to be taken to different addresses.

That wasn’t too bad, and the list of addresses weren’t that far apart. Hell, he even got a GPS to make sure that he didn’t have to use his phone to get from place to place and keep from getting lost. That part, they handled pretty damn well.

The part that screwed with him was the fact that he had to run around in little more than a harness, one that jingled constantly and was tied to his collar for as long as he was on-duty. It squeezed at his chest in a way that constantly felt like it was pushing his muscles forward, showing him off more as a piece of eye candy than as some delivery man. If it wasn’t for a ribbon that was tied around his waist like some sort of loincloth, he’d be a lot more immodest than he thought.

It was even worse when he was told that he needed to avoid the cops, considering that the shop couldn’t protect him from indecency charges. That meant that he had to run through the alleys, dart from place to place. Hell, sometimes he was forced up on the rooftops, made to run this way and that to avoid getting caught by someone that disapproved of naked reindeers.

The first two nights had been stressful, but this was the third night, three days in, and four left until Christmas Eve, which Samson had said would be his last night. He’d gotten something out of it, at least: four people on the second night had been gullible enough to start paying him delivery fees for the toys that they had ordered, and he had pocketed about sixty bucks. Not much, in the grand scheme of things, but good enough to get something out of this, and more than enough to pay for some late dinner as he left the toy store.

[i]Thank fuck for drunken food carts,[/i] he thought, leaving the dizzy bitch that ran the hot dog cart at the park behind. [i]Hell, bet he didn’t even notice how close I am to naked…[/i]

That was the hardest part of this for him, really. The fact that he had to show off his body to pay off this stupid little debt meant that he was constantly aware of the way that people were staring at him, and more to the point, exactly what they were staring at. He had gotten so many catcalls from the average streetwalker, drunk, and pedestrian during the last two nights – and tonight, for that matter – all calling out about his big ass.

He reached back and squeezed his own ass-cheeks again, shaking his head. They had some good muscle back there, but they were definitely…bigger…than they had been when he was a human. Worse, he could feel the edge of his asshole showing between the cheeks, almost like an advertisement to someone that wanted to pay for a little more than just a delivery.

Jack shook his head, slapping his cheek. He needed to get his head out of the gutter and back on the job.

Taking the list from his belt, he saw that the first delivery was due at an apartment about three blocks away. That wasn’t that bad, and he set off through the park, down the alleys, and through the little side-streets where nobody but the locals drove through. The reindeer could feel every caressing breeze across his body, and it didn’t take long for his cock to start sliding free of his sheath again.

[i]Goddammit…[/i]

The feeling of the slender thing popping out was always surprisingly erotic, almost like a blowjob in reverse as it slid free of the flesh and fur tube. It kept wanting to shrink back in as soon as it touched the cold air, but until it did, there was a large, red, steaming bit of flesh that was begging for attention in the night air. He could feel every throb, every bob, every pulse that it made.

“Mmmph…”

Jack did his best to ignore it, but the swaying feeling of it rubbing against the bottom of the ribbon in front of him didn’t make it any better or any easier. In fact, it made everything quite a bit…harder.

He ignored it for as long as he could, but he was still panting when he reached the first doorstep. He tapped his two-fingered hand against the door, no longer able to knock properly.

The door opened, a human poking his head out.

“Who’s there – oh, wow…”

“Yeah, wow, moving on,” Jack muttered, setting the sack down. “I’m here to make a delivery.”

“I’ll say. And what a hefty sac you got.”

He could almost hear the lack of a ‘k’ on that word that shifted the meaning to something completely different, and he did his best to ignore that. His cheeks burned as he felt the human’s eyes drifting up and down his body, knowing that he was getting eaten alive by that stare and knowing that there was nothing that he could do about it without getting into trouble.

Reaching into the proper sack, he pulled out a package about two feet long and three inches wide. He held it out, but didn’t let the customer take it.

“Boss says that there’s a new fee,” he said.

That was a lie, but it was his way of making sure that this all ended up being worth it. He could already smell the raw musk of a reindeer growing stronger through his fur as he told the lie, a punishment for being naughty, but he didn’t think that the human really noticed. If anything, the customer looked at him with more focus than before.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just a small fee. $5 for the delivery.”

“I thought we already paid for that.”

“Christmas surcharge.”

“…Fine, fine. Guess it’s paying for the view, huh? Sexy ass bitch…”

Jack hid the way that he gritted his teeth behind a rubber-lipped smile, knowing that it was hardly the first time that he was going to hear that tonight. The human pulled out his wallet, dragged the five-dollar bill out, and tucked it into the ribbon loincloth that Jack wore. The reindeer handed over the package –

SMACK!

And then the human reached around and slapped his ass.

Jack’s eyes went wide at the sudden hit, feeling the cheeks slapping against each other afterward, and the human chuckled.

“That was just as good as I was hoping.”

“Did you…did you just…”

“Hey, I’m paying a little extra. Do a good deed for a friend, man, and shake that ass right down the steps.”

It was unbelievable. It was one thing to be a delivery man. It was another to be suddenly turned into someone’s sex object. Jack turned and left, though he could feel the human’s eyes on his ass cheeks all the way down the steps. Knowing that he’d been spanked, knowing that he was being stared at that much, only made his cheeks burn hotter…

And the stink got stronger. The smell of sweat and musk and…god, fucking dammit. He was going to need to do something good if he wanted the next delivery to go at all well.

#

The third night ended, and the fourth night came. Samson had a question or three about the stink levels that the reindeer was putting off when he signed in for the job that night, but nothing that Jack couldn’t brush off. A few bad run-ins on the way, nothing that the good deeds wouldn’t wash off.

He’d done four different deliveries already, and the reindeer was feeling something going wrong. He was…off. Slow, different, not quite on his game.

Jack didn’t know what it was. All he knew was that he had been paid, alright, but his ass hurt, and he was starting to shimmy a bit more as he walked. He was coming up with more and more stupid excuses for the little payments that he was asking for, and the customers were starting to take more liberties. The last one had gone so far as to grab his sac and ask what sort of presents were waiting in that big furry bag.

He groaned just thinking about it, his cock not having gone soft for the last hour. The reindeer needed to start doing some good deeds soon, because he wasn’t sure if he could keep up the naughty stuff for much longer. It was doing something to his head, making it harder and harder for him to think.

He walked up to the next door, rapping his hoof fingers against it. It opened to reveal an elephant on the other side, one that almost managed to loom over him, even with the antlers. The big guy chuckled.

“So, you’re the delivery man this year.”

“This year?”

“They always get someone. Usually the main eight. You thinking of being the ninth?”

“…Not if I can help it, sir.”

“Yeah, well, looks like you’re doing pretty good. You got my stuff?”

“Yeah. Four packages, yeah?”

“Five, with that.”

The elephant’s eyes dropped down to Jack’s crotch, but the line went right over his head, having heard it so many times already. He groaned under his breath, pulling the different boxes from the bag. He was about to say that this one was on the house, considering that he had been skimming the others so badly, but the elephant beat him to it, grabbing him by the cock and pulling him closer. The feeling of actual hands on his dick, something that he hadn’t been able to do for the past four days, had him gasping already.

“Heh, looks like you’re forgetting package number five, little guy.”

“Nnngh…you didn’t…order me…”

“No, but I’m giving you a ‘tip’. Do a good deed and let me feel you up a bit…”

A good deed. He needed to do one of those, just to get the stink down. Otherwise, Samson would be sure of what he was doing, and he’d be fucked. He braced himself, letting the elephant do what he wanted.

The feeling up wasn’t that bad, really, not compared to what it could be, and the sensation of fingers on his cock and balls after his own hands had been made useless was pretty good. He groaned, humping from time to time as those thick fingers worked his cock up and down, the other hand rubbing his balls.

“Man, he’s making you bigger, isn’t he?”

“Mmmph.”

“Those balls are big and fat this year.”

“Nnngh…”

“Feel good shaking those jingle bells around? Betcha you got lots of people staring at them.”

“Maybe…nnngh…you…you done?”

“Almost.”

The hand on his balls pulled back, only to grab his ass, and a finger slipped past his pucker before he realized it. Jack gasped, finally pulling back with a whimper and a moan, his eyes wide. His cheeks burned as he realized just how far that one had gone, and how much he had let happen.

“That’s enough. That’s a good tip.”

“Heh, fair enough, reindeer boy.”

“You’re satisfied?”

“Eh, well enough. You have a good rest of the night, big guy. Don’t stink up the streets too much, hehehehe.”

He blushed worse than ever, turning and running down the sidewalk. He kept pushing himself faster and faster, swearing that the red was burning into his cheeks and even his nose.

For that matter, he half-swore that there was red burning on the sidewalk, too, almost like his face had turned into a flashlight.

#

Night four turned into night five, and he was down to two nights after this one until Christmas Eve. Just two more nights of this bullshit, and he could go back to being a human.

He hadn’t even bothered going into the shop this time. Instead, he’d picked up the bag outside, as well as the list. Samson must have been busy, because the hippo hadn’t been there to give him the list. It was in the bag, too, and he just had to go around making the deliveries tonight.

Good thing, too. His nose wasn’t what it had been the night before, and that, plus the stink, would have given him away.

Jack rubbed at the end of his muzzle, still hardly believing what he was seeing at the end of it. It shouldn’t have been possible, but ever since last night, his nose had turned red and had started glowing. Not much, not unless he was heavily embarrassed or emotional, but it was getting out of hand. It was ridiculous, one more annoying way that the store had changed him and made him into something that he wasn’t.

He rubbed at it one more time as he walked down the alley, unable to ignore his own scent. The smell of sweat, sex, and oppressive musk clung to his body and fur like nothing else, and there was no shaking it off. Even when he took a brief dive into a fountain last night, it kept sticking to him. There was no getting rid of it, which meant that he had been being naughtier than he thought.

How he was supposed to stop, though, was beyond him. All he knew was that he was getting more and more like a reindeer, and he was having a hard time figuring out what he was supposed to do next.

[i]Nnngh…why not just use…ugh…[/i]

Even the list was difficult to read now, something that he hadn’t expected when he had picked up the bag tonight. He had thought that it’d still be easy, but it was like the words were written in a different language sometimes. Jack struggled to get through them, shaking his head as he resorted to copying the letters one by one over to the GPS. It wasn’t what he’d done the first few nights, but here on night five, he couldn’t bring himself to read very well.

Or was it that he just couldn’t?

No, no way. He wasn’t dumb. He could read. He just…he was just tired. That was all. Tired and frustrated and all that jazz.

He followed the GPS to the first house, and it was the elephant again. The big guy looked down at him, chuckling.

“Got more packages for me?” the big guy said, leaning on his doorway.

“I got something.”

“I bet. Why don’t you bend over and get them out of the bag for me?”

“…”

“You know you gotta, reindeer boy.”

“One second…”

He knew that this was a bad idea, but he knew that he couldn’t just keep doing naughty things, either. He needed to do the right thing if he wanted to get rid of the stink, if he wanted to start getting back to earning his way out of this. He didn’t want to become reindeer number nine in the stables.

Just as he started bending over, though, the elephant grabbed his ass, squeezing it hard. He yelped, feeling his cheeks being spread, feeling thumbs dragging at his hole and pulling at it.

“Hehehe, look at that pucker.”

“Hey, man, get off!”

“Not a chance, reindeer boy.”

“I said, off!”

The thumbs ignored him, digging into his pucker and rubbing around it, pulling his hole open. He didn’t know that his ass was that flexible, but apparently it was, and more than that, it took both thumbs inside at once. He gasped, his hole puckering, his cock starting to throb and ooze against the ribbon loincloth. His nose burned with red light, lighting up the porch.

Jack stomped one of his hooves, shaking his head in protest, but those thumbs rubbed right into his hole, pressing down against his inner walls, leaving him gasping as he felt the pressure growing, rising, leaving him shivering from head to toe. His eyes closed tightly, and the elephant pushed closer .

“Heh, you like that, naughty boy?”

Naughty.

He yelped, finally pulling away. He grabbed the sack with clumsy fingers and flung himself off the porch, running away without a word. Hell, he almost felt like he was flying.

As a matter of fact, he was.

Not that Jack realized that fact until he was almost a block away and almost thirty feet in the air. The reindeer paused, looked down, and with a cartoonish scream, fell. He caught himself with another running leap, somehow, but by that point, it was clear that some bullshit was going on. Some big time bullshit.

Panting, he looked down at the GPS. It told him to go to another house, and he started making his way along, not knowing what else he could do. He needed instructions, and the GPS was all that he had.

How to be good, though? How to be good…

Do a good deed…

And not…

Not…

#

He skipped night six, hoping that maybe he could think it through if he didn’t go out in the night naked and horny, but it only made things worse. He stank up his apartment to the point where the landlord was called, and he only just managed to avoid getting caught by flying up to the rooftop. The apartment was ordered to be fumigated, and he had to spend his night in a hotel in an abandoned room.

That wasn’t all, either. The stink was part of it, but he was finding himself with more and more difficulty thinking, reasoning, putting things together and understanding what he was supposed to do. He groaned every time that he was in public, trying to understand what people were doing, what he was supposed to do. His cock throbbed constantly, and he felt dumb and horny all the time.

More to the point, his ass was feeling…sensitive. He wanted to touch it, wanted to play with it, but what happened with the elephant pulled him back from that. He’d done something…something naughty there, something that…that had made it worse? Or made it better? He didn’t know.

Jack groaned as he showed up at the toy shop for the last night, and the minute that Samson opened the door, the hippo groaned, covering his nose.

“God, you reek.”

“Nnngh…”

“Do you even understand me anymore?”

Jack nodded.

“Well, you have a little hope, I guess. If you can do the right thing tonight, deliver good cheer, then you might just be good enough to avoid the stables. But man…I don’t know what you were doing, but I think you were too clever for your own good.”

He didn’t even know what that was supposed to mean, but he supposed it might have been true. Samson had tried to stop him from being naughty at the start, and that had been something good.

Right?

Jack thought so, but he wasn’t sure. He took the bag and the GPS, this time pre-programmed, and the hippo shook his head.

“Make someone else happy instead of yourself, okay? That’ll make it better. Maybe not enough, but better.”

Jack took that to heart, nodding his head, and started walking down the streets. He felt like, maybe, he should have been embarrassed to be naked, but the jingling bells on his harness and around his neck made him feel comforted. He was a reindeer, after all, and…and…and was he? What was he…

No, gifts, presents. That was what he had to focus on. Take them to the houses, give people happy stuff. Make people happy, and things would be better.

He walked along, his hooves click-clacking against the pavement. Here and there, cars went by and people stared at the naked reindeer. He blushed, his nose lighting up, but he never stopped. He just kept walking, going to the first house.

As soon as he knocked, a human with a thicker beard, long arms, and a smiling face opened the door. A big flannel shirt and a jeans that were already starting to bulge in the front greeted him, too, and he groaned as he tried to remember what he was supposed to do.

Right. Gifts.

“Got a package for you,” he grunted.

“I bet you do. Come on in.”

“Gotta deliver…”

“Come on. You’ll make me happy if you come in.”

Happy. He was supposed to make people happy. He nodded, allowing himself to be led through the door and into the house.

It was a nice, cozy sort of place, and he was led to the living room. Encouraged to put the bag down, he did as he was told, all while the big guy was rubbing his ass, squeezing the muscular cheeks before grinding a finger between them.

“You know what would make me really happy?” the human asked.

“What?”

“If you let me have some fun.”

“But…but…”

“Don’t worry. It’s not naughty when you’re being nice to someone else.”

“Not…naughty?”

“And you want your customers to be happy, right?”

There was something wrong with that argument, something that he should have been able to get and understand, but Jack was so far down in the horny part of his brain, so far removed from the world around him, that there was nothing that he could think of but doing something nice for someone else at that point.

So, it was easy for the reindeer to bend over the back of the couch, and it was even easier for him to let the human start fingering his asshole. The feeling of something inside of him was…well, better than he expected. A lot better.

And the fact that it was a human over a big guy like him, a smaller dom with a large sub like him, only hit other buttons. He groaned, lowering his head, his antlers almost pricking at the couch as the human’s fingers went deep, finding his prostate almost right away and rubbing against it, only to pull back and move up to his rim again. Two, three, four fingers were inside of him all at once, and he groaned under his breath.

“Heh, you like that?”

“Mmmph…mm-hmm…”

“You’re going to like getting fucked, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Come on, say it with a little Christmas cheer.”

“Mmmm, I want to get fucked by you. I wanna make you feel…nice…”

“Good boy. Good reindeer boy.”

He groaned at the words, lowering his head further into the couch, unable to think straight. All he knew was that this was feeling good, and he hoped that he was making the customer happy, happy for Christmas.

The four fingers slid in and out of his butt, and every time that they slid in, he felt like something else was changing. He felt like he was a stinking beast, but all that did was make the human go harder, faster. The size difference between them almost allowed the human to ram a fist into him, and on some level, Jack almost hoped that would happen.

[i]Dumb…horny…reindeer…[/i]

That was what he was at that point, he realized, a dumb, horny animal that needed to get rutted, that wanted it as badly as he had wanted to get paid earlier in the week. He moaned as he felt himself getting rocked forward and back by the hard finger-thrusts, the deep pounding that he was already getting. His ass cheeks rocked back and forth, starting to jiggle a bit despite the muscle that was layered through them.

He was getting into it, and his cock drooled pre-cum over the back of the couch, running down it in lines. Not that that seemed to bother the human customer.

It didn’t take long for the fingers to be replaced by something bigger, too, something that was hard and hot and throbbing against his furry ass. He groaned under his breath, lowering his head further still as he felt the twitching, pulsing cock pressing against his pucker. He felt so loose, so empty, and yet…

And yet, he felt like he was filled with the Christmas spirit, giving something to someone else that they so obviously wanted. Wanted more than the package in the bag, wanted more than the stuff that he was supposed to be delivering to other people, more than –

There was something there. Something that he was doing wrong. Something that he had forgotten. Other people. Other deliveries.

And then, that cock slid in.

“Nnnngh…ah…”

“You like that, Rudolph?” the human grunted.

Rudolph. The red nose. Of course. He groaned under his breath, though, the thought sliding away just like the feeling of responsibility that had almost been enough to get him off the couch again. He rolled his hips back, giving the big guy his ass, letting that fat human cock open him up a bit more. The feeling was just…intensely good.

And it was draining away any guilt that he felt with every thrust. In, out, in, out, that throbbing human dick in his ass making him feel better and better. His mouth hung open, and he drooled with pleasure as he oozed down the back of the couch. In, out, in, out, each thrust making him growl with the need for more, with the pleasure that came with being fucked. He moaned, the sound more bestial than ever.

The human didn’t make any more comments, just settling in to fuck him. In, and out, and in, and out. That cock was rubbing against his prostate again and again, and his balls churned in response, his cock spitting pre-cum down to the floor. The human’s hands pinned his hips, holding him down, and each thrust slammed him against the couch.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

Jack moaned louder and louder, feeling his thoughts getting more and more discombobulated, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open. He had a responsibility, but what it might have been had slid completely out of his head. No more thinking. No more chattering. No more…

No more anything…

Dumb…

Stupid…

Musky…

Reindeer…

He moaned as his first load was fucked right out of him, shooting it across the back of the couch and clenching down on the cock inside of his ass. The feeling of the veins along the side of the human’s shaft made him moan, and he shivered more as he felt the shaft keep going, pummeling his insides, forcing his hole open every time that it slammed in. Was it the biggest cock? No, but he didn’t care.

He just needed to be fucked.

#

Christmas Eve turned into a delivery of ass to every single customer on the list, with a side of oral for some of the ones that needed more than just the one fuck. He groaned as he went from place to place, the seed of his clients running down his legs, his eyes rolled back in their sockets from the moment that he left one home until he was halfway to the next one.

He wasn’t even sure that all the people that fucked him were customers. Sometimes, he was getting fucked in an alley, and it was by some dirty old man that said that he needed some Christmas cheer. Jack didn’t even care. All that mattered was that they had cocks and that they were willing to give it to him.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out, either, but he didn’t get back to the toy store until the sun was rising over the horizon, and even then, he was slow. He groaned as he knocked on the door, the sack still full of packages, and when Samson opened the door, the hippo immediately sighed.

“It was doomed to happen, I guess.”

“Nnngh?”

“Do you understand me?”

“…nnngh?”

“Oh boy…alright, let’s get you back to the stable.”

He allowed himself to be led through the store. He was clumsy and messy, and he knew that he was leaving some naughty little drops behind on the tiles and linoleum, but he was too tired to apologize for it. Jack would have to just do something about it later, when he wasn’t so deep in his own dumb brain.

The musky reindeer was taken past the Christmas tree at the back of the store to a door that he hadn’t seen before. It looked like a rough, wood-slatted door that might have been on a barn at some point, but it didn’t seem to really belong with the store. His bells on the harness and collar jangled a little bit louder as he got closer to it, and when Samson opened the door – something that Jack could no longer do – he realized why.

On the other side were eight other reindeer, though he was the only one with a red nose, the only one that had been given something that glowed. They ranged from a big, buff guy that outclassed him in muscles and looked like a Mr. Universe down to a little femme male that was in the back, looking like ‘she’ was monopolizing all the cocks in the stable for as long as ‘she’ could.

Samson gave him a little push.

“This is your new home now, Jack.”

“Nnngh?”

“You were too naughty. Now, you’ve got years of making up to do.”

“Nnngh…nnngh?”

“Sorry, but I did warn you.”

The door clicked shut, and he was left alone with eight other reindeer that were just as horny as he was, if not more so. They all turned their attention to him, and Jack, or whatever he might have been called then, smiled slowly.

They didn’t speak in words, but in grunts, and it didn’t take long to determine what they all wanted. After all, what else would nine naughty reindeer want when they were finally all alone with one another, and there was no-one around to judge them? There was only one thing that would satisfy them all…

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

Summary: Jack attempts the delivery business, but every time that he thinks that he’s onto something clever, he ends up fucking himself over. How long until everything is fucked?

Tags: M/M, reindeer, human, elephant, hippo, various species, naughty, groping, Christmas, corruption, dumb, musky, musk, intelligence loss, anal, cum, orgasm, fingering, public, nudity, loincloth, harness, size difference, naughty or nice, miniseries,