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I want to apologize for the delay in finishing this story. The next installment should be out in much less time than this one.

PARTY PREPARATIONS

Part Three of Reindeer Games

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

As Rudolph followed behind Dancer and Dasher, still looking somewhat unsure of himself as he felt instinctively that the two leading reindeer were planning something for him, he realized suddenly that the pink skirt that Dancer was wearing had a fluffy white poodle embroidered on it. He glanced up at the doe and opened his mouth to ask about it, but she was already smiling at him over her shoulder.

"It's one of the latest fashions from the human world," said Dancer, brushing her hand over the tufts of white fake fur that made up the design. "The style will probably be gone in a little while, but it looked so cute the last time I was in the mortal world that I just had to have one."

"That was a fun little trip," said Dasher as they turned down the corridor that led to his bedroom, which was conveniently placed right next to Dancer's. "We met this man, a composer and singer named Crosby while we were out, maybe a year or so ago. He was quite taken with us, and wanted to write something for Santa. I've been thinking it'd probably be a nice gesture if I sent him your bio, maybe see what he thinks up from it."

"Wow," said Rudolph, his eyes wide as Dancer opened the door to Dasher's room, which was unlocked. "Do you always get people to write songs when someone new joins up?"

Dasher laughed, as did Dancer.

"Not usually," said Dancer, taking Rudolph by one arm and gently guiding him into Dasher's room. "But, well, there's something special about you, Rudolph, and I guess it'd only be right to let the whole world know it." She gave him a wink. "Just so long as it doesn't go to your head, of course."

"Uh, okay," said Rudolph as he was drawn into the room. "I'll try."

Dasher's room was actually quite boring: off-white walls with wood trim, with the closed door to a bathroom and a hall closet down a short hallway. Otherwise the room was just a bedroom with two soft easy chairs and a large bed with a Christmas wreath design on the top blanket, looking almost as generic as a hotel room. There were, however, a few personal touches that broke up the monotony. One of these was the large bookshelf against the far wall, filled with all manner of books on leadership, confidence training, Christmas lore of all sorts, and, tucked away to the far side of the bottom shelf, a smattering of books on how to improve sexual technique and personal relationships. The walls had only a few scattered photos in frames, all of them of the team (including one or two brand new ones of a non-anthro Rudolph gathered with everyone), four newspaper articles, and a framed piece of paper with a poem written on it by hand. One of the articles was a clipping from some girl named Virginia and another was the reply of some newspaperman saying that Santa was the spirit of giving. The other two were the bold headlines "SANTA CANCELS CHRISTMAS!" followed, thankfully, soon after by the headline "CHRISTMAS SAVED!" The poem, as it turned out, was a handwritten copy of "The Night Before Christmas," penned by the original author.

"Funny how really nobody notices until we almost can't do our job," said Dasher, walking to the wall and brushing a few specks of dust from the top of Virginia's letter. He turned back to Rudolph and shrugged. "But at least the kids love us. The letters tell me so."

"You know as well as I do," said Dancer, going over to Dasher and rubbing the back of his neck with her deft hands, "that if people trust you, nobody notices unless something goes wrong. It's just human nature. Besides, you're right: the kids do love us. I know because I've talked to them. Well, some of them, at least."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," chuckled Dasher, turning and giving Dancer a hug. "You usually are. That's why I love you like I do."

"So it's not just my looks?" teased Dancer, leaning into the tall and quite handsome stag reindeer.

"Well, those help some," admitted Dasher. "But still . . ."

"Or what about that thing we did the other night?" continued Dancer, winking naughtily back at Rudolph. "You know, the thing with both our antlers and my tongue and then when you . . ."

"Um!" said Dasher in a higher-pitched voice, his eyebrows shooting straight up as his white-furred cheeks instantly colored with an intense blush through his fur. "I thought you said you'd never tell anyone about that!"

"And I haven't, have I?" laughed Dancer, slipping easily out of the tall stag's arms and then turning so that she could look at both Rudolph and Dasher at the same time. "Besides, a girl's gotta have a few secrets. But this is all about Rudolph, not us." She smiled at the red-nosed reindeer. "Isn't it, dear?"

"I guess so," said Rudolph shyly, his hands clasped in front of him as he gave the two older and more experienced tiny reindeer a sheepish lost-little-boy look. "Is this about mating again? I'm not sure I've got the stamina the rest of you have, since I'm not an immortal yet."

Dasher smiled and put a strong, reassuring hand on Rudolph's shoulder.

"We were planning on a little playtime later," said the cleanly masculine reindeer with big-brotherly reassurance. "But we'll get to that in a little while. First, though, we need to do some last-minute stuff before the party begins."

"Dasher, being the busy-body that he usually is," chimed in Dancer, "keeps most of the decorations in his room. I usually keep the invitations in my room, so I'll need to go get them while Dasher explains what we're going to be doing."

With that Dancer walked out of the room, leaving a somewhat-mystified Rudolph and an openly admiring Dasher watching her as she left, the unconscious movements of her hips beneath her poodle skirt a source of very pleasant eye candy.

"Heh," said Dasher in a stage whisper. "I never get tired of seeing that."

"Um," replied Rudolph, not at all sure how to agree about the looks of someone else's girl. "Er, didn't she say something about . . .?"

"Oh yeah," said Dasher with a grin as he went to the bed and pulled a large box out from under it. "Since you're the new guy, you're on decoration duty with me. I always do it, though I get help from Donder, Blitzen, and sometimes Comet. Vixen, Prancer, and Cupid help Dancer with the invitations, which we always send out just a few hours before it starts, though tonight you and I'll be helping her out instead. We can get away with this kind of poor prior planning only because of the magic delivery system around the North Pole, and because everybody who's coming already knows they're going to be invited." Dasher's face turned a little sour before regaining its usual pleasant-but-serious expression. "I've been trying to get Dancer to write them out sooner, but she has yet to listen to me. Of course, we leave the decorations for the last minute as well, but this time its because I hate having to come home to gaudy ribbons and bows all over the place after I've just got back from seeing a planetfull of them. I just need a little recovery time before I can handle more pretty lights."

Rudolph personally couldn't get enough of Christmas lights, but he wisely kept his opinions to himself.

"So, uh, how do we set the decorations up?" asked the red-nosed reindeer, tilting his head inquisitively at the old wooden box in Dasher's hands. Dasher grinned and started to walk out the door of his room, gesturing with a shake of his head to get Rudolph to follow.

The two tiny reindeer bucks made their way out into the living room, where the roaring fire was still crackling merrily. It looked a little out of place, though, as the big windows to the room were letting in lots of light from the late morning sun, and small heat vents placed strategically about the room made sure nobody got their white-furred hineys frozen even in the constant Arctic chill.

"Have a seat," said Dasher, setting down the box and then plopping into a comfortable easy chair next to it. Rudolph did as instructed, sitting on a couch next to where Dasher sat, while Dasher pulled the lid off the box and crinkled some packing paper out of the way.

"Here we go," said the lead stag as he triumphantly pulled out a large, wide roll of gold ribbon. He handed this to Rudolph, who stared at it quizzically while the roll lay in his lap, and began pulling out more rolls of ribbon of all the different colors of Christmas, soon building up a small pile of the rolls around both his and Rudolph's feet. Several elliptically-shaped spheres of glass came out next, forming another pile, as did a number of interesting-looking ornaments, some of which had to date back to Medieval times. Finally a broad Christmas tree stand joined the heap, and Dasher closed up the box, setting it aside before he selected a roll of green ribbon.

"Now we get to the fun part," said the buck with a conspiratorial wink at Rudolph. Rudolph, in turn, watched with mystified fascination as the stag drew out a length of the green ribbon, then lifted it up to point his hand toward one of the ceiling beams. Dasher couldn't help but laugh with child-like glee at the look on Rudolph's face as the ribbon leapt from Dasher's hand, going straight for the wooden beam and attaching itself in a neat little bow. The lead stag then began to move the length of ribbon along, making it flow out in a long stream until he reached the next beam, where it formed a second bow and then snipped itself off without the slightest bit of fraying, rolling up obediently in Dasher's hands. The roll seemed to have lost none of its former size, despite the fair amount of ribbon that had been used.

"How'd you . . . I mean, what'd you . . . I mean . . ."

"It's okay, Rudolph," laughed Dasher, reaching out to pat the young buck on the shoulder. "We're at the North Pole, after all. I'd have thought after being turned into a humanoid reindeer, nothing'd surprise you about this place."

"So did I," said Rudolph, hesitantly holding up the roll of golden ribbon on his lap, pulling out a small length of the fine cloth and holding it out. "You mean it works like . . . Yikes!"

The moment Rudolph pointed the end of the ribbon toward one of the columns supporting the ceiling, it shot out and quickly formed a spiral pattern to the top of the column. Still a little startled by this new way of decorating, Rudolph moved his hand up and down, trying to shake the ribbon off the column, but only resulting in a series of fancy bows and intricate interlacing. Finally the red-nosed reindeer gave the ribbon a sharp jerk, and it instantly severed and shot back into the neat roll in his hands.

"Um," Rudolph began, looking at Dasher with some embarrassment as his nose began to glow again. "Takes a bit of practice, huh?"

"You'll get it down soon enough," said Dasher with a grin, taking a second roll, this one of silver ribbon, and holding up both rolls. "Well, there's no better way to learn than by doing, I always say."

"Only because I said it first," said Dancer with a chuckle, coming out of the hallway from her room. She was holding another wooden box in her arms, one with the end of a postcard poking out the side. Even though Dancer seemed to be carrying the box without any trouble, Rudolph quickly jumped to his feet to help the doe with her load.

"Why, thank you, Rudolph," said Dancer, letting the boyishly-handsome buck carry the box to the other end of his sofa for her. "There's really no need, but I thank you nevertheless. After all, this is the North Pole. And here it's always. . ."

". . . the thought that counts," finished Dasher with a smile at the pretty doe. "I swear, you've bailed children and husbands out of so many messes with that phrase."

"It's Cupid's, actually," said Dancer with a laugh. "He's always working on them, and how to get them into the human world without being too obvious."

"The life of the public relations man," said Dasher, rolling his eyes as he began to play the rolls of ribbon around the room, sending up streamers and bows and fancy designs wherever he turned them. "Thank goodness I'm just me."

Picking up two rolls herself, Dancer started to help Dasher, and Rudolph also joined in. He quickly got the hang of the ribbon and started using two at a time as well, though he was a little less neat than the two more experienced tiny reindeer. Finally coming a halt, Dasher set down his ribbons, as did Dancer. Rudolph, however, took a little bit of time before he was able to stop the ribbons from making more complicated bows, and finally dropped the ribbons to the ground, breathing heavily after the concentration he'd had to exert.

"Um," now it was Dasher's turn to stare. "I think you need to work on your stopping, Rudolph."

The lead stag's observation was quite accurate, for in his efforts to stop the flow of ribbon, Rudolph had woven an interlocking tapestry of red and gold ribbon, which had started to try and form a mural of the Nativity around the wood column where he'd finally come to a halt.

Rudolph blushed even more furiously, setting his nose up several Watts. But he soon calmed down as Dancer rubbed his shoulder.

"You did great for your first time," said the pretty-faced doe with a smile. "The first time I did it, I covered a whole wall with a red and green picture of the Night Before Christmas. And Dasher here . . ."

"Aw, Dancer! Don't tell him about . . ."

". . . Dasher here actually wrapped up Mrs. Claus when she came into the room to bring him some cookies for being such a 'good little helper'."

Rudolph couldn't help but laugh, and he was soon joined by Dancer and Dasher, and his spirits lifted instantly. As the three tiny reindeer gradually calmed down, Dancer reached down and picked up one of the clear glass globes.

"Now we get to the part that I really like," said the sweet-faced doe, holding the palm-sized globe up to her face, opening her fingers enough so that Rudolph could see it clearly. "These are our Christmas lights. They glow when you think about the good things of holiday season, then stay that way until they aren't needed any more."

With that, Dancer looked at the globe and closed her eyes, a small smile on her muzzle. The next instant the globe started to glow with a festive blue light. Dancer opened her eyes and then held out the globe in the direction of one of the room's corners, and it instantly floated out of her hands and made its way through the air to the indicated place, then stopped, hanging suspended in midair like a will-o-wisp.

"Wow," said Rudolph, picking up another of the globes. It lit almost instantly, for Rudolph was in the middle of the best Christmas he'd ever had, and that was very nearly all that occupied his thoughts. Dasher also picked up a globe, and then caught Dancer's eyes, sharing a small, secret smile with the doe as his globe lit up and he sent it whizzing off to its desired location.

"Why're you two smiling like that?" asked Rudolph as he picked up his second globe, as positioning the glowing balls was much easier that using the magic ribbons. "You both did that when you thought of happy things about Christmas."

Dancer blushed, and even Dasher colored a little bit, though the new globe in his hands lit almost instantly as he picked it up.

"Well, uh . . ." said Dasher with some minor hesitation, letting the glowglobe escape his hands to zoom off to a decorative location, "Dancer and I, we had our first kiss when someone put up mistletoe all over the place at the party after our first Christmas. Everybody started laughing and pointing, and I guess I felt I was obligated to kiss her, though I never thought of it any more than a gag. Dancer, though, says she fell in love with me before the second Christmas, the process starting after that first kiss. I guess I also felt a few things for her, though of course I thought our relationship was purely platonic, since we were supposed to be working together as a team, not as mates. But that changed after not too long a while. Though I guess we both like having our own space, we're as permanently mated as Donder and Blitzen, and have been after that first time, on our third Christmas."

"I'd drunk a little too much eggnog," said Dancer, her blush deepening. "The night was clear enough to see forever, and the Aurora Borealis was bright and beautiful, and I guess I got depressed when I thought that the guy I loved wasn't out there to share it with me. Then he showed up, to check up on his teammate like the good team leader that he is, and I thought, 'Wow, he's here to sweep me off my hooves at last.' Too bad, though, that by then I was a little too plastered to be all that romantic. Dasher, being a gentlebuck, carried me back to my room, so I guess in a way I got what I wanted. Then he tried to leave, but I kept griping at him every time he tried, until he finally gave in and agreed to sleep on the floor by my bed."

"Dancer wasn't satisfied by that," said Dasher with a chuckle. "She had me where she wanted me, and booze or no booze, she wasn't letting me get away until we'd had a little talk." Dasher smiled ruefully. "I've always been a little impersonal . . ."

"Just a little?" Dancer chimed in, making Dasher blush.

"Well, maybe a lot. But Dancer'd always been able to talk with me, even back then. She just had, and still has, a way of telling me what I need to hear, whether I want to or not. That night the big news was that I was . . . how did you put it, love?"

"An insensitive prick," said Dancer, it now being her turn to blush once more, her white-furred cheeks coloring very easily. "I, um, called him a lot more things too. Then, when he was just getting up from the floor to leave, thinking that I didn't want him around, that's when I kissed him."

"Needless to say, I was rather surprised," said Dasher with a chuckle. "I just froze up then, completely stunned. And then, well, I guess I kind of started liking it. That's when I started to kiss back."

"He liked it, all right," said Dancer, smiling at her mate. "Dasher's not the kind to love a girl and leave her, and I guess I knew, even with Eggnog on the brain, that if I was going to go any further, I'd better want it for keeps. It didn't take me long to make that decision. I'd been thinking about it for almost as long as I'd known Dasher, and I knew what I wanted. What I wanted was him."

"I'd only been with a few does before getting picked as the lead buck," said Dasher, looking at Rudolph. "And none at all since entering the position. But animal sex is short and dispassionate, just something you do because it's the right time to do it. The feelings I was having when I was kissing Dancer, when her hands were unbuttoning my shirt, then sliding beneath my undershirt: they were human feelings, heightened by my animal nature to a point that only a very few people can understand, you being one of them. I let her take off both shirt and undershirt, and as I did the same to her, undoing the buttons of her white blouse, I knew that there was something here that I'd missed, something very important and very special. That something - someone, rather - was Dancer."

"I wasn't a virgin either," said Dancer as she continued with the story. "But I guess only you, Rudolph, never had any experience with mating before joining the team. Oh, don't blush at me like that; it sets that cute nose of yours glowing so bright I can hardly see the light of the glowglobes. Your innocence is a part of your charm, and believe me when I say that it's very, very sexy. But virgin or not, when I was that close to Dasher - his tongue moving in my muzzle like we'd seen people do in France, his heady, masculine presence filling my senses - I might as well have been a virgin. He's right about the difference between the mating of humans and animals: it's very different, more than I'd thought possible at that point. We were both in new territory, like newlyweds on a honeymoon, and neither of us wanted the moment to ever end."

"Humans have so many different positions and techniques when they have sex," said Dasher, shaking his head as he smiled to himself. "It boggles the mind how creative they can be on the subject. But Dancer is right: we might as well have been virgins. I only knew one position, and so did Dancer. She turned around and rested her back against my chest, and I started to nuzzle her neck."

"Dasher figured out pretty quick that I liked it when he started using his hands to rub my shoulders," said Dancer. "He also discovered that my ears are very sensitive when nibbled and licked. Jiminy Christmas, I was wet in seconds!"

"I could smell it, too," said Dasher with a light blush. "I was hard enough to burst my slacks by that time, and I was desperately happy Dancer needed it as badly as me."

"I got on all fours," Dancer reminisced, her eyes dreamy with the memory. "That's the way I'd always mated in the past, and I didn't know enough to try anything different. But neither did Dasher, so it was all right.

"Dasher was eager!" Dancer continued, laughing a little as she made eyes at her beau. "He had my skirt up to my hips in no time at all, and I couldn't help but shiver when I felt his hot breath against my panties. I was wet and needy, and he knew it. When I glanced back I think I saw him flehmen at my female scent. Then his hands were tugging my panties down, and I was going crazy just holding myself still."

"She didn't do a very good job of it, either," chuckled Dasher, his face quite flushed now with the memories and with some embarrassment at the open talk about his past sex life. "I had to hold her around the hips just to get anything done."

"You mean on my butt," said Dancer, correcting Dasher with a sly wink.

"Well . . ."

Dancer winked at Rudolph.

"He's always thought I had a cute rump."

Rudolph got a sheepish grin on his face at that comment, his nose glowing at a good wattage by now, and Dancer laughed when she noticed, realizing that the new tiny reindeer thought the same thing as Dasher. Rudolph shrugged helplessly, a clear 'Hey, I'm just a guy,' gesture that prompted Dancer to lean in and give the young buck a playful lick right on his glowing red nose.

"It was while Dasher was going through the motions of 'investigating my readiness for mating' that stags are supposed to do that we hit on a sudden and very interesting discovery," said Dancer, continuing with the story. "I discovered that I was enjoying foreplay. Animals don't do foreplay, at least not much beyond finding out if someone is ready for mating. Dasher seemed to realize the same thing, because he kept nuzzling up and down my naughty bits, not seeming to know what to do next."

"I, uh, finally decided that she looked, well, kind of tasty," admitted Dasher with a little hesitancy.

"What a reaction!" exclaimed Dancer. "Dasher's tongue on my labia was a thrill like nothing else, and I told him to keep going. Being the gentlebuck that he is, he obliged me."

"After all, it's rude to deny a lady any reasonable request," Dasher chimed in.

"I was basking in the glow coming from my loins, a warm, tingling feeling that seemed to settle in the pit of my stomach, when Dasher suddenly found my clitoris," continued Dancer, her face quite flushed as she remembered the moment. "That first virgin lick across my nearly untouched pink pearl was on par with the feeling I got when you ate me out earlier, Rudolph."

"I almost stopped right then," said Dasher, shaking his head with a slight smirk. "From the loud moans she made and the thrashing around, I thought I was hurting Dancer. But the moment I started to pull away she threatened bodily injury to the masculine portions of my anatomy. I figured that meant that she was enjoying whatever it was I was doing to her, so I went right back to it with a will."

"That tongue of his was everywhere," sighed Dancer, leaning back a little. "No longer afraid of hurting me, Dasher dug in, and it was all I could do to keep from waking up everyone in the workshop with my cries. It was like a bonfire raging inside of me, and his tongue was fanning the flames ever higher, until it threatened to engulf me completely. Then, just as suddenly as they'd started, the fires were extinguished as I felt a powerful wave of final pleasure crash over me, making me have to bite into my pillow just to keep from screaming. I thought what we'd look like if Santa or Mrs. Claus walked in and saw their lead stag holding the white-furred rumpcheeks of their lead doe open; a rump, I might add, which was as high in the air as I could get it, while Dasher's thumbs parted my labia and his muzzle was hard at work licking and sucking and kissing my body everywhere down there like it was pure ambrosia. That thought of being of what we looked like, mixed with the thrill of potentially being caught, sent me over again, my body tensing up until I couldn't handle anymore, and I called out to Dasher to stop.

"So I just lay there on the bed, listening to Dasher breathing deeply, and to my own heart as it pounded away in my chest. But I wasn't finished for the night; not by a long shot."

"I'll say," agreed Dasher. "I've got to say this, though: Dancer is drop-dead gorgeous right after she climaxes. And when she's ready for a second round, she can get dangerously beautiful, and almost predatory in her hunt for pleasure. I was just kneeling on the bed, stroking her leg gently and thinking that I'd done a pretty good job for an amateur, when Dancer rolls over and grabs my hand, pulling me in for a kiss. The next thing I knew, she'd dipped her head and was undoing the buttons to my pants.

"Dancer gave me a push on the chest, and I fell back onto the bed, letting her pull my pants down to my knees. I just watched, utterly awestruck, as she started to do to me what I'd just done to her. Her sexy pheromones were driving me nuts, so the moment my pants were open, my penis was standing at full attention in the cooler air of Dancer's bedroom."

"Reindeers don't do fellatio," said Dancer, closing her eyes for a moment. "It was something very new, and very exciting. I can still taste Dasher's cock from that first night: warm, a soft, gently veined texture to its surface, with an aftertaste to his precum that was a lot like fresh-roasted pistachios. Since I was just trying this out for the first time, I started with my natural response, which was to lick from the base up, using my hands to hold his cock pointing straight up. I turned my head this way and that, flicking my tongue over the silk-smooth surface of his thick manhood, and even nibbling a little, though I tried to be very gentle and not use my teeth when I did this. Dasher tensed up when I bent my muzzle a little bit lower and started to lick his balls, but before I could stop he told me it felt good, so I kept going. In no time at all he was leaking his precum all over, giving his cock a sheen from its new, tasty glaze. My taste buds couldn't get enough of the way his precum tasted, so I finally decided to try and get it all at once, instead of just licking my way around."

"I almost told her to stop when Dancer took the tip of my penis into her muzzle," said Dasher with a grin, shaking his head at his own foolishness. "But then she flicked her tongue over the head, and I suddenly found that my vocal cords weren't working anymore. I just lay back and watched as she slowly took my whole length into her muzzle, stopping just short of pressing her face into my groin, when my cock reached the back of her muzzle. Any farther and I'd be pressing into her throat, and the feeling was intense, looking at her face with its look of lustful concentration, and knowing that she was going through all this effort just for me. Since my throat had seized up, I reached out a hand and began to gently scratch her behind the ears, just to let her know how much I appreciated what she was doing for me."

"I didn't know what I was doing," said Dancer, taking over the narration. "But I've always liked having my ears scratched, even when I was only a quadruped, so I guessed I was doing something right. My teeth were the hardest part to keep out of the way, but I compensated by turning my head a little to the side, so my front incisors touched as little of Dasher's penile surface area as was possible, put my lips over my teeth, and started to bob my head up and down."

Dancer shared a smile with Dasher, both of them remembering the intensity of that moment together all those years ago.

"The reaction was almost instantaneous," continued Dancer. "With Dasher stroking the back of my head, especially between my ears, I looked up at him while I moved my muzzle. The taste of his precum was pleasant, since around here we eat mostly plants and sweet things, imported from all over the world. He was leaking quite a lot of it, which isn't that surprising considering how worked up he'd gotten just licking me, getting enough of my pheromones into his system to stun a bull moose."

"Well, maybe not quite that much," chuckled Dasher. "But it was close. I tried to control myself, but you should know quite well what it's like, Rudolph, to watch the prettiest cervine face ever seen going down on your manhood. And when she looks up at you with those big, dazzling eyes of hers, it's enough to drive you mad with need. I don't think anyone would blame me when I lifted myself up, getting a good grip on Dancer's antlers as I rose to my knees with her on all fours in front of me, and started a slow thrusting into her muzzle. I say slow, and that's how it started, but I'm afraid I didn't keep it that way for long, as my animal instincts took over."

"Dasher was a little rough," Dancer admitted to Rudolph with a warm smile. "But he didn't hurt me. Even in the throes of passion, he never hurts anyone if he can help it. It's just one of the things which I like about him. But since Dasher was now doing most of the work, I just stayed put and enjoyed the ride. I actually got to like the texture of Dasher's penis, as well as the taste, and I must admit that I was burning with need myself, after having his masculine pheromones so close and so intense for so long. Dasher may like looking down at me, as I hear everyone I've ever given head does, but I guess I look up because I like watching males as they reach orgasm. It's such a fascinating change to their faces, watching the exertion color their cheeks, seeing as their heads fall back, their tummy muscles tighten, and their eyes close with helpless sexual bliss. And as I reached up and grabbed Dasher's firm, smoothly-rounded rump in my hands, I got to watch this transformation for the first time as he went right over the edge. I think he tried to warn me before he came, but we were both too far gone at that point to do much talking, so I was a little surprised when my muzzle was suddenly flooded with warm, sweet-tasting reindeer cum. I'd been waiting for it, though, and I'd felt him tense up in the second or so before his orgasm, so I had enough warning to be able to avoid spilling a drop, drinking the thick, potent liquid down as fast as it came. I know we're sterile, as part of the price of immortality, but I could have sworn that Dasher's sperm tickled on the way down."

"One thing about being immortal that's a real plus," said Dasher as he paused in what he was doing to give Dancer a gentle rub behind her ears before he backed off, knowing that too much touching would quickly lead to other things, "is that we have the potential to just keep on going forever at whatever we're doing. That includes sex. Watching Dancer drink down what felt like a pint of cum, though I know I'm exaggerating, and then lift her head and give me a sexy grin, some of my own cum still on her lips, was enough to drive me wild. I was erect again in moments, and lifted her up onto her knees so that I could kiss her, tasting my own seed on her lips."

"Dasher's a good kisser," said Dancer with a soft, dreamy sigh. "His hands were all over me as our muzzles met, and it didn't take long before I was as hot as him. Since we were still pretty new to mating in our anthropomorphic forms, we stuck to what we knew for the next part, as I got onto all fours, lowered my front half and rested my head on a pillow, and lifted my hips high, my tail flicking way up. A more open invitation to a male I cannot imagine. I was practically screaming 'do what you want to me: I'm yours.'"

"And a more intense turn-on for a male, I cannot imagine," said Dasher, shifting himself a little as he sat on the floor, adjusting a rather obvious bulge in his slacks. "Dancer's vagina was real wet, and she wriggled and moaned softly as I gripped her cute butt with one hand, the other wrapped around my penis."

"He rubbed his cock up and down my sopping-wet cunny," said Dancer, licking her lips. "It almost drove me crazy. But thankfully he wasn't in the mood to play around any more than I was. Once his cock was lined up, Dasher took a firm hold on my hips, then slid forward. I almost screamed with the intensity of the pleasure that washed over me as his cockhead parted my cunny lips, and had to bury my head in the pillow to prevent it as I felt Dasher's perfectly-sized cock sink into me. I pushed back eagerly, and felt an erotic chill run through me as his hips met my upturned tush, his heavy balls swinging forward between my legs. Dasher, ever the gentleman, paused for a moment, just to make sure I was comfortable. Of course, I was a little bit beyond wanting comfort at that point, and I told him so."

"More like yelled at me," chuckled Dasher. "Her exact words were somewhere along the lines of 'Hump me hard and fast you horny animal,' if I recall correctly."

Dancer blushed.

"Well," she conceded, "maybe something like that. Thankfully Dasher did just that. I bent my head downward so that I could watch his heavy balls swinging down there, slapping up against my naked fur as his cock filled me again and again. Once Dasher gets started, he's a relentless lover, and he won't stop until either he's finished or you tell him to. I was going crazy feeling his thick cock going back and forth, in and out, his hips pressing up against me and then leaving me with that needful, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach that only a hard, virile male's cock can fill properly. And then, when his hands reached around to where our two sexes met and began to stroke me along my soaking lower lips, and especially over my erect little clitty, I felt as though I'd died and gone to heaven."

"It was hard to hold myself back for long," said Dasher reminiscently. "Dancer just looked so sexy lying there, looking back at me from time to time over her shoulder before resting her head back on the pillow, and sometimes biting down on it to keep herself from crying out. Her cute rump was high in the air, and when I looked down at where our two bodies met, my shaft sliding out, slick with Dancer's juices, her tight vaginal walls gripping it tightly all the way, and then thrusting back in, stretching her open as her body wrapped around mine so perfectly, it was almost too much for me to take. I couldn't hold on. But it was all right, because I could feel that Dancer was close as well. The pert nub of her tailhole kept clenching as she got steadily closer to her climax, and I couldn't help but wonder what it'd feel like to take her there. I got the chance, at a later time, but at that moment it helped, along with the rate of her vagina's clenching around my penis, to gauge just how close she was. And by my reckoning, she was right on the edge. Then again, so was I."

"I stayed on that edge for maybe half a minute," said Dancer, taking over once more. "The thought of Dasher, the sexy stag of my erotic fantasies, mating me like a doe in estrus, was driving me wild, and I was thrusting back as hard as he was thrusting forward. Then something snapped inside Dasher, and he gave a soft cry before he hunched over my body, his muzzle pressed up to my ear as he whispered that he was going to come. I felt his hot seed splashing inside of me only a moment later, filling what space was left inside of my body with his thick cum. I didn't last long after that, and went headlong over the edge I'd been balanced on for too long, bugling like a stag as I came too."

"Does don't usually orgasm in the wild," said Dasher, shrugging in an apologetic manner. "Stags are just too concerned with getting their rocks off before some other stag does it that they don't bother pleasing their mates. I was the same way, though maybe a little less so, thanks to the added intelligence we tiny reindeer have over the normal sort you see in the rest of the northern world. But when Dancer's vagina started to ripple around me, I'd never felt anything so good. I kept thrusting into her, my voice mingling with hers as we bugled our pleasure so loudly that I was sure the whole North Pole could hear us. But I didn't care. Something kept building up inside of me, and before I knew it, I was coming again, and again, until I started to lose track, all the orgasms I would have saved up for does in the wild going into Dancer, filling her up with my love."

"He's not kidding about filling me up with love," agreed Dancer. "I felt a warmth spread all over me, and tilted back my head to kiss Dasher's muzzle. I'd never felt like this before, and after the first orgasm washed over me, I was bathed in a deep sense of comfort and caring. There were more orgasms, but not the mind-blowing sort. It was as though we were tied together, our hearts and souls merging into one." She smiled happily. "I've felt like that since then, and I've felt pleasure and passion unlike anything that I could ever have felt if I wasn't working for Santa. But if I've got to tell you what makes me happy," she held up a brilliant pink glowglobe, "it's the love I found here, belonging to the team."

"And to each other," said Dasher, holding up a deep blue one and letting it fly off to light up one of the few remaining dark corners. "We belong somewhere, and that place is here. Just like you belong here, Rudolph. I hope your time with us is just as good as ours has been."

As the two lead tiny reindeer told their story, the three of them kept working, sending the multicolored lights to every part of the room until the entire place glowed like the radiant glory of the Aurora Borealis itself. Before they were done, the room looked ready for anything and everything a Christmas party could possibly require. Except for one important detail, which Rudolph pointed out.

"Hey," exclaimed the red-nosed reindeer, trying to get his mind off the throbbing in his pants. "Don't we need some food or something if we're gonna have guests tonight?"

Dasher grinned and patted Rudolph on the back, while Dancer stood and stretched, looking more than a little flushed from the sexy story she'd just told with Dasher's assistance.

"Nah," said Dasher, getting to his feet as well and reaching down to give Rudolph a hand up. "Some elves are invited to the party, and it's their turn for refreshment duty. While they might be workaholics, I've gotta gives elves this much: they're as good as their word."

"Look who's talking," laughed Dancer, shaking her head. "But he's right, Rudolph: the elves will take care of that part. And they'll do it in less time than we took to decorate the place." Then she smiled as a thought struck her. "You know, we've got a lot of hours before the party."

"Yeah," agreed Dasher, starting to guide Rudolph forward with a hand on the younger reindeer's shoulder. "We do, don't we."

"C'mon," said Dancer, walking down the corridor leading to her room and opening the door. "Let's see if we can't be productive with the time we've got."

"Uh, what're we gonna do?" asked Rudolph a little hesitantly, looking at the two more experienced reindeer with his large, innocent-looking eyes as he allowed Dasher to guide him forward.

"You'll see," said Dancer, taking Rudolph by the hand and leading him into her room, Dasher only a few steps behind.