Rein Doe.
***WARNING***
Adult material, not safe for children or John Ashcroft.
Story Copyright Leslie "Da Horny Hoss" Rashana.
***WARNING***
Just a quick bit of holiday naughties. ^_^
Rein doe.
"Hazel? Hazel, wake up."
The Reindeer groaned softly in her stall, laying in soft straw and curled up in her blanket. Finally she poked her head out groggily and smiled up at what she saw, her master was here.
She yawned and tossed off her blanket showing her softly furred nude form, pulling herself up onto her hooves and stretching. Her back arched and her chest out-thrust she murred as her master's hands immediately fell upon her lavish bosom. Her huge tits were quite the prize, standing out pert and proud from her chest easily larger than her master's head. She cooed softly at the attention, so happy that her breasts gave her master such pleasure.
Her moans were replaced by a squeal and a giggle as her master's hand slid down her hip and gave her a firm swat on her plush rump. Knowing what was expected of her she bent over and grabbed the wall, her heavy boobs wobbling below her. Her master fetched the pail for her morning milking and teased and toyed with her fat teats, swollen from past milkings and almost filling his palms. She couldn't help but moan as he closed his fingers around one thick nipple and began to squeeze, then tug in a satisfying way that led to the sound of milk spraying inside the pail.
Hazel murred softly as the pressure eased in her chest, the pail quickly filling as her master switched from one teat to the next. Finally after he had drained her to his satisfaction he gave her breasts a pat making them wobble. She stood up and smiled expectantly while her master went to put the fresh milk away.
Her master returned to find his doe on her knees, her short fluffy tail wiggling excitedly while she licked her lips. She squealed happily as he stepped closer and opened his pants letting her have what was inside. She took the tip of his firming member into her mouth quickly and lavished attention upon it with her tongue, her fingers curling around the thick base and stroking him to full hardness. She trembled as she felt him grow erect inside her mouth, bobbing her lips eagerly on his phallus and grateful to have such a generous master.
She savored her favorite salt-lick as she suckled, hmmmurrring around her master's cock as she slid her lips and tongue over the tip while her fingers stroked his shaft. It did not take long for him to grab her antlers and thrust into her muzzle, pumping his salty seed into her mouth, it never took long in the morning.
Hazel licked her lips and stood up while her master put himself away and went to take her harness down. Her nipples crinkled at the thought of going out on such a cold morning, she could barely contain her excitement. She stood still as her master fitted the harness to her naked body, twisting and turning just so as he tightened the straps and giggling as she brushed a breast against him more than once. The bells came next, a merry jingle coming from them with each stamp of her hoof. All in readiness
her Master fetched his skis and threw open the barn door.
The outside was covered in a thick blanket of white, the sun just peeking over the distant tree-tops onto the frozen land. Hazel's breath steamed before her as she tromped out into the snow and waited for her master to put on his skis. When he was ready he grabbed the leads to her harness and gave her rump a firm swat, "Hyah!"
She squealed and leapt into her harness, almost knocking herself out with her own breasts. Her weight caught against the straps and her hooves dug into the snow, soon bringing her master along with her. She set out at a jaunty lope as her master bade, bells jingling and breasts bouncing in the cold air as the sun crested the tree-line and bathed the land in brilliance.
The sky was cloudless, the air crisp and clean and Hazel had never felt more alive. Her master's skis glided over the tracks left by her hooves in the fresh snow, his voice strong and commanding as he guided her across the winterland and out of sight of her familiar barn.
The master had things to do this morning, and Hazel took him there to the places where his hands were needed. The property was vast and so were the multitude of tasks needed to maintain it. More than once he stopped to drink of her warm milk in the cold morning, and also did he allow her to sample his seed.
So lost was she in the comfort of routine and the jingling rhythm of her bells she almost didn't recognize her barn as her master guided her home. She cast a thankful look over her shoulder as she trotted up to the door, her chest heaving as he unfastened his skis and led her inside.
To her it was deliciously warm inside and she couldn't help fidget impatiently while her master removed her harness and bells. Finally freed she slipped back into her stall and rolled around luxuriantly in the soft straw. Her attention was piqued again with the sound of grain filling her feed bin, the sweetfeed that had been her breakfast since she had met her master.
She climbed up and bent over the bin, but did not eat. She knew the routine and spread her legs while her master caressed her broad hips. She felt the brief sting of the needle that made her breasts so firm and full of milk, then the broad and dripping tip pressed under her tail.
Hazel whimpered softly as the thick organ began to spread her tight hole around it's girth, her tail flagging hi as she was taken. Her tailhole clenched and gripped her master's rod as he left it there in her warm gut, letting her feel every inch of him before he began to pull back again. She tilted her head back and gasped as he took hold of one of her antlers, forcing her to thrust her chest out with each stroke as he began to push in and out. Her penis dribbled and spat fitfully onto the straw with the passing of her master's huge organ through her tight ring and as he reached around and took her sheath in hand she marveled once more at how lucky she was to have such a generous master.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!