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"And a happppppy new year...." Apollo sang the last note in a long sweet tone to the folks that were drinking and chatting to one another around the stage.

A few started to clap, but most of them were busy talking with their coworkers and the others that had gathered around the buffet table. It was too early in the night to hope that they'd be intoxicated enough to dance or some other eventful activity. His band strummed the last few notes of the Christmas carol as he settled the microphone back into its stand and gave his friends a slightly abashed smile. Their set was over, they weren't supposed to stay for the rowdier songs that would get the party hopping. They were just there to play merry melodies while people ate and got settled down.

That was the hard part of the season. His band played a lot of rock, some jazz and not a lot of the stuff that an employer was looking for. Everyone had at least one band member that they knew or was in the family and they got hired on first. He normally just played an opening number of fairly simple Christmas carols before moving onto the next. At least they had a solid night booked when it came to New Years Eve. That would give him enough time to have a good time, plus get decent pay.

With a sigh he helped the rest of his band mates tuck away their instruments as best that they could. At least they had brought the bare minimum with them. This place had an amazing sound system that didn't need a whole lot of attention to make them sound perfect. The jay threw a pair of wires into a bag and slipped it over his shoulder. Christmas. It was one season he could do without if he only had a choice.

"Hey, Apollo, where are you heading after this?" Jake paused from his work and peered at him. "We're going to the Mousetrap for a drink."

"No, god no, that place is a dive." The jay bird clicked his beak together. "I'm going to head home where it's safe."

"Fine, but that's hardly fun." The cheetah snorted to himself and stuffed another case full.

"A lot more fun than having bikers throwing things at my head." He muttered, and shook himself out as best he could. "Besides I promised Blitzen that we'd get together for a drink or two."

"What? That reindeer? That dude is freaking weird." Jake wrinkled his nose a little bit. "I can't understand half of what he's saying and he's always hanging around you. You should come out with us."

"He's not weird, he's nice. He's just a little out of sorts in America." Apollo clacked his beak in disapproval. "He's just looking for a friend is all and at least he'll bring by some quality stuff."

"Whatever... " The feline gave a shrug and disapproving frown. "At least he won't be at the bar looking at us like we're all crazy."

Apollo just frowned and sighed. Sometimes he really didn't like some of his bandmates.

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"And then we got bumped back because these assholes knew the guy who was supposed to be in charge of the whole thing." Apollo ranted drunkenly with eggnog stuffed full of rum in one hand and his hand flailing wildly as his friend watched him with amusement.

Blitzen didn't make a comment, the big reindeer seemed more amused than anything else as he flailed about and cussed up a storm. He'd come home to find his friend resting against his door with a rather large bottle of Kracken rum in one hand and a sympathetic smile. That had been enough for him to break out the eggnog and start ranting about the lack of jobs they'd had recently. The big reindeer gave another nod of his shaggy head and leaned back on the couch.

"Well, you can always work with me. It's steady enough work 'til New Years." He drawled out in a thick accent that slurred the words together strangely. It took a keen ear to figure out what was being said. Thankfully, Apollo had experience.

"God no! I'm not working at that stupid village!" He shook his head roughly and took a large enough gulp of his drink that he had to gasp.

The big reindeer only snorted in amusement and sipped his own drink. The jay finally dropped down beside him and pushed his glass over so the buck could fill him up again. He didn't have the coordination at this point to manage it. Not if he wanted to have something that was worth drinking. Blitzen was adept with drinks no matter how much he'd taken down, but that was no surprise. He boasted he had come from Russia where they drank as a matter of course and never bothered with mixers like here. Apollo didn't comment, he liked his mixers and he was just as happy to have a bit of sweet egg nog take away the harsh bite of the alcohol he was trying to consume.

He sighed a little bit and rubbed his beak as he blinked bleary eyes and looked around the room. He finally settled on his friend who was carefully measuring out the dark rum with a shot glass. The big buck still wore his work outfit which made it a strangely amusing site. The white, cream, and tan buck wore a dark green leather harness complete with bells that jingled along with every movement. A similarly green halter was on his head with holly leaves twined around the leather and even a few sprigs that had been placed in his great hoop like antlers. The only clothing he wore were a pair of tight worn leather pants that had been died a deep burgundy. It was his uniform down at Santa's Village where he and a few other deer served as Santa's reindeer.

The job was an easy one and Blitzen took it up every year, or at least that's what Apollo had been told. With his muscular chest and the thick ruff of fur along his throat he looked more like some sort of barbarian creature instead of a friendly sleigh pulling deer. Even the harness added to the look. It wasn't cheap and tawdry like the rest of the holiday, but well oiled and cared for. The bells were real brass and carved with small leaping reindeer on them. No, he didn't look like he should be greeting children and pulling a sleigh with two mule deer who dressed up as reindeer. And working as an elf wasn't going to be a job Apollo would ever take.

"Here, god you're in a mood tonight." Blitzen pushed the glass back into his fingers. "Drink more, it'll make you feel at least a bit better."

"Yanno, I should be workin' somewhere nice this year." Apollo slurred and frowned at himself. The rum was far stronger then he'd thought. "I should be.. yanno.. singin' in some square or something.."

"Mmhm, of course you should." Blitzen grinned with a flash of flat white teeth. "You know, you really shouldn't be hitting that so hard."

"Pshh, you've had twice as much." He waved off the caution and threw back his head for another drink.

"Ahh but I am very large, very old and very strong, you are very little." Blitzen laughed and one of his large hands reached out to snake around the jay bird. "You'll end up getting sick."

"No I won't." Apollo concentrated and made his words as clear as he possibly could. "I'm simply drowning my sorrows."

"I don't see why you are.." The hand tightened around his waist and pulled him closer. "After all, you're quite special you know. Not enough of you avians left in the world."

"'Cause we're hybridiz-.. hybird... we're mixing with folks." Apollo tried to get the word hybrid out and gave up only to have himself yanked into the broad leather covered laugh.

"Mm that you are." The big reindeer dropped his head and let out a snort. "A shame, once you were all over, lovely song birds with wings of such fetching colors. You would come at a call or a lure of a winter lodgings."

Apollo frowned and the buck only pushed his hand up again so that he was forced to drink another swallow of the sticky sweet egg nog and gulped it a bit faster than he meant. It was like liquid fire going down his throat and he coughed roughly as the large buck's hands moved to caress along his hips lightly. The gentle touch slipped along the edges of his chest and lifted up the feathers lightly. He shivered despite himself and frowned drunkenly as he felt the blunt muzzle brushing against the back of his neck. Blitzen didn't usually act this touchy around people, he tended to keep to himself.

"You should work with me, I'd be glad to have you." The buck laughed softly as Apollo wriggled in his lap and let one of his hands move away from the feathered chest.

"Told ya, I'm not bein' no elf." He set his glass down to keep himself from spilling it.

"Oh no, not an elf" There was a jingle of bells and a clatter of metal. "You could be a reindeer like me."

Blitzen laughed softly and suddenly the dark green halter was slipped up and over Apollo's beak and head. It fell loosely, too large to even come close to fitting. He let out a protesting noise and then shook his head to set the bells ringing happily when he twisted his head back and forth. He let it sang down over the tip of his beak tip and blinked a few times before peering back at the buck's smiling bare face. The fur was flattened where the leather straps had been hanging, but it only made his face look more odd to the jay. And then.... The world dropped out from under him with a single pulse that rolled through his body.

The halter snapped down tight and clamped his beak hard enough that his jaws were forced together. The leather cut down along his head and the buckles tightened so that the halter snugged along his cheeks. It went from being a loose overly large affair, to something that fit him as if it had been custom made for a bird his size. The leather disappeared in places to make room while he moved his hands up to grip at it. The bells still jingled as he tried to dig his fingers under the edges to pry it up, but it refused to move. Instead the pulses started to build faster and rolled through his mind so he was nearly being rocked back in the reindeer's broad lap.

"I told you that you would make a fine reindeer." Blitzen murmured softly and the broad hands kneaded lightly against his hips. "Reindeer can't fly you know, it's a silly myth."

"What's.. going.. on.." He got the words out by prying his beak open, and the broad hands moved down to his hips and pulled him upwards. His legs dangled slightly as he wriggled about in protest. He moved his hands down to rest right above the powerful tan arms.

"You're a bird, of course. They're meant to fly." Blitzen stood up and turned him easily. The hoof tipped fingers pulled right along the curve of his belly. "Reindeer never could, they just needed to have a matching appearance."

The next pulsing wave of dizziness had him shaking and he leaned against the back of the couch as his hands dug down against the chair arm. It came with a change that made him flatten his crest feathers down as he watched the hard edge of his beak start to soften, and for the first time in his life he felt something. He felt the edge of his beak as the nerves came alive and the sharp tip became softer and thicker by the moment. His tongue thickened as well and felt unwieldy as the hands on his hips gave a slight tug and he yelped out. The large stag towered over him as his pants were tugged off slowly leaving him squirming in place.

"Birds now, they can fly, but they're so rare now." The big stag puffed out a sigh as a large hand caressed right along his feathered rump. "In my home we have none. So left, I have looked and watched, to wait for one that might fill a spot."

"A spot on what?!" Apollo yelped slightly as the heat flowed along his beak and started to shift the shape of his beak completely.

Teeth started to form and fur spread along the bridge of his muzzle in a rich tan flow that rolled upwards to take away the normal dark color. He shook his head roughly and the straps of the halter strained and changed as he watched. They began to grow larger as his nostrils shifted and spread open into a soft padded nose as he felt his body starting to heat up. He felt swollen and as if he had a fever, the pounding of his heart could be felt at the base of every trembling feather. He swallowed roughly, but his tongue felt unwieldy in the forming muzzle.

"The team of course. I can't fly, no matter what the stories say." The stag caressed a hand along Apollo's bare back and the jay trembled as the touch seemed to send heat flowing through him. "You can, though we've never made a reindeer out of a blue jay..."

"I..oh god.." Apollo let out an unmusical cry as the touch of the stag seemed to advance the changes.

The hands that brushed his back moved upwards to slide along the feathers of his crest. He was left bent over the couch with just enough strength to keep his legs up as something changed to his hidden ears. They were suddenly hearing far more sharply than he had ever experienced. He folded them back instinctively and he fumbled upwards to feel against the edges of a pair of broad ears that tapered up to graceful points. The feathers were being lost under the roll of fur that was rushing from his formed muzzle all the way up along his head.

Blitzen's body came in close and the bird let out a soft noise as the fingers danced along his chest spreading the heat with it. The halter was the cause, but the touch seemed to coax it to happen faster. The thick nailed fingers rubbed along his chest as he was left with his mouth spread and panting shallowly as a thick furred coat started to replace his lovely blue feathers. Cream, white, brown, grey-brown colors took away his brilliance and spread over his chest as Blitzen's teeth nipped lightly against his scruff. His soft nose twitched wildly at the warm scent of the air while he was pushed back tightly against his friend.

"Please.. s-stop this.." he panted out shallowly, only to feel a pain suddenly hit him right above either eye.

"Sorry, Apollo... Afraid I can't." The big buck gave a small smile as the hands caressed him slowly and moved downwards to brush his inner thighs. "We need a new recruit. And avians are rare, too rare... I'd never find another in time for Christmas."

The buck's hand dropped down and smoothed along the changing feathers right along the pouch of his modest sheath. A light brush of the finger tips made him jerk as the pressure grew rapidly. It started to make it hard to keep his eyes shut as he dropped is head down and felt weight starting to grow above him. He dropped his head down low as the pressure and pain grew as the weight continued to build up. His breath came out in short harsh pants as he dropped his head until he was nearly all the way bent over and something pushed against the couch. It forced him to lift a hand up and fumble along his forehead.

A large antler met his touch and he let out a cry and jerked backwards against Blitzen. The reindeer let out a soft ommph and the hand on his sheath flattened down and gave a gentle squeeze. Apollo's mind was a blank of drunken terror, he didn't know what was going on. Had he drank something he shouldn't have? Was all this some strange dream that claimed his mind and pulled him under? That's all it could be, but it felt so real, so terribly real. He arched his back as he became aware of another fact. One he had missed entirely. Something familiar in the midst of all the changes that were tearing through him. Something heavy, swollen and rubbing lightly along the curve of his rump cheeks.

His breath caught in his throat as the slippery boned cock rubbed lightly along the curve of his rump cheeks. He blinked his eyes and gave his head a shake so the bells rang out. He flicked his tail nervously and only then realized that it was a tail, not tail feathers. It was short and stubby, and it danced along his haunches as something slippery spilled out from the tip and trailed just between his rump cheeks. He squirmed a little bit and Blitzen's hands caressed slightly along his sheath, and the heat blossomed over him as the changes rolled along his haunches.

His legs, he knew they were changing, but suddenly it didn't matter. The heat of the fingers that teased against him coaxed his drunken body into reacting with an expert touch. It made him writhe slightly as the large reindeer's palm cupped against him until the tip of his cock started to slip free and a hot flush ran through him that had nothing to do with the change. Blitzen's other hand reached up and hooked lightly just beneath the bottom of his halter and gave it a playful tug that forced the changing bird's head downwards. His great hooping antlers tipped down towards the couch while he huffed out softly and braced his legs out a little bit as the heavy red boned shaft pulled backwards and teased just beneath the base of his forming tail.

His hands moved out to try and grip the edges of the couch as his finger tips started to change. The carefully manicured claws began to thicken and grow broader. He watched as his hands grew larger, heavier as the fur thickened to replace the feathers. His eyes were snapped open wide as his drunken mind tried to make sense of what he was seeing, but he couldn't, it refused. Not when his body was throbbing in time with his heart beat and he became more aware of the slender boned tip that brushed down lightly right along his exposed pink pucker. It rubbed upwards lightly, a teasing caress that made him whimper out and dig his changed fingers down against the couch when the hand on his cock trailed upwards to caress his own rousing length.

He didn't get much time to brace himself. He only felt the warm furred weight of his friend on his back as his legs were spread open a bit wider. He could feel the muscles changing, the bones thickening growing longer and more powerful. He even felt the loss of feeling in his toes as he was pushed forward against the couch, but his fear was being lost in the feel of the powerful above him. The great hips rolled forwards and the tip suddenly pushed forward. He let out a startled bark, not an avian cry, but a rough cervine sound as the glistening cock tip drove itself into his body. He braced his legs a bit more firmly as inch after glistening inch of the shaft plunged into him. It pulled and caressed along his smooth passage with a sudden rock that made him push his chest against the couch.

Blitzen reached forward and hooked right along the underside of his halter so his head was pulled backwards. The other buck's antlers clattered with his own so that his head was knocked slightly. A hot dribble of precum spilled into his passage as he started to clench around the girth eagerly. He arched his back up and let out a ragged cry as his cloven hooves suddenly pushed against the ground and braced himself. His padded nostrils flared wide as he rolled his hips forward to grind against the hand that wrapped around his cock and massaged all the way up towards his tip. The change slowly completed itself, but it left him shaking, overly warm and roused as the large furred hips rubbed against his own as every last thick inch of the reindeer's shaft plunged inside of him.

He pushed backwards against the thrusts as Blitzen drew backwards a few inches and then launched himself forward again. A short hard movement that rattled him and made him push his ass up into the air and lean forward. The bells on Blitzen's harness rubbed against his back as the powerful buck drove himself forward and the heavy orbs clapped right up against the former birds. His tail was pinned up in the air as he parted his lips and let out a harsh cry. His ears folded flat down to either side of his head and his tip dribbled out a stream of slippery precum that oozed out over the palm of the broad hand. His body was larger, a bit more muscular and every part felt alive in sensations that rolled through his mind.

He pushed back so that he was driving back against the larger buck. The tugging on his halter forced his head back and the blunt muzzle captured his own in a kiss that entwined their tongue as the thickened tip pushed deep enough he could feel the thick slippery precum pushing ever deeper. He writhed in the bucks grip as each thrust forced him closer and closer towards his peak. He tried to brace himself, tried to hold back, but the hand that gripped his cock pumped in time with the strokes of the hips that hit against him. He was left shaking as he arched his back and flattened his ears down against his head. His cries were muffled against the other reindeer's muzzle as his heavy orbs started to draw up between his legs.

The weight pressed more firmly against his back, the hand on his halter finally released him to wrap around his waist and pulled him back. His cloven hooves clattered against the ground as Blitzen drove himself with a series of short hard strokes. The thickest portion of the base kept his taut anal ring stretched open wide, almost too wide. He pulled his lips away from his friends and cried out raggedly as his cock pulsed in Blitzen's palm. His hips trembled slightly as the first hot thick rush of seed erupted out of his cock and splashed up against his chest. It coated the fingers as his hips shuddered and rocked back and forth as he pushed through the milking fingers. His tight passage clamped down and wrapped around the boned girth as the large buck threw his weight forward in a powerful buck that nearly knocked him off his hooves.

Blitzen let out a baritone bugle, loud and long, as the heavy orbs bumped against his own. The cock started to thicken and rubbed along his passage as he was left trembling as the buck was pushed over the edge. The first hot spill of cum erupted into his body in a thick wave that was flung deep into his body. Rope after rope was spilled into him while the pulses wrapped around the boned girth. He pushed himself backwards until the sheath was snugged up tight against his splayed passage. His breath was ragged as he dropped his head down and splayed his ears to either side. The world was spinning around him as he felt each pulse, each throb, and each shift of the girth inside of him. He whimpered out softly when the hips gave a slow pull backwards and then pushed forward again so he rocked on his hooves.

"Welcome.. to the team..." Blitzen panted in his ear.