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--1

"So, what's your plan for tonight?"

"I dunno," Mallow cooed as he rolled a stocking up his leg. Latex at the top clung to his soft fur and kept it snugly in place, but a cuff of fur surrounded the outside of this band, hiding it from view. The stocking matched the one he already had on, and their tight, translucent material leaving no detail of his slender legs to the imagination. "Just the usual, I guess - could you help me with my collar?"

Mallow's co-worker was a deer, something they shared in common. He, however, was an elk, not a caribou like Mallow. To some degree, he was envious of the little reindeer; it being a week to Christmas, his species alone opened up a world of possibilities as far as lucrative work was concerned. "Sure," he agreed, and he stepped around behind the twinkish caribou, fastening his small collar in a quick motion.

"Thanks," the reindeer said, lowly and sweetly. He reached down and plucked at his arm warmers, practically identical to the stockings, though the white fur on the cuffs was considerably less puffy - not that this stopped it from tickling his armpits. Covering his slender chest and flat belly in no effective way was a burgundy, leather harness, matching his collar. Keeping his groin and bottom just barely decent was a g-string in a salmon pink shade, clinging to his round, taut bottom in the back, outlining his inoffensive genitals in the front. "Guess I'm all dressed up," he said with some uncertainty, turning to look at his profile, during which he wiggled the tuft of his tail.

The elk rubbed his own chin thoughtfully and smiled. "Looking good," he remarked.

Blushing and smiling coyly, Mallow looked back his way. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," the elk confirmed, showing just a hint of teeth in a lewd smile. "All kinds of people are gonna try to," he chuckled, "unwrap you, you know."

Mallow stuck his tongue out in a short raspberry. "Lame joke." After a pause, another moment of self-inspection, and just a hint of self-admiration, the caribou stroked along his own outer thigh and cooed, "Do you really think so, though?"

Resisting the urge to make a move on the little deer himself, the elk sat back on the single folding chair in the dressing room and nodded pointlessly. "Trust me. You better head on out, now, yeah?"

"Sure. Thanks for your help," the twink cooed, and he walked off to make his rounds.

The reindeer's hooves made a soft tap-tap with each step, a noise as reserved and cute as he was, but the elk wasn't paying any attention to that. He just watched Mallow's beautiful ass walk out of the room with a dreamy grin.

--2

Mallow didn't spend a lot, if any, free time in the clubs that he did seasonal work in. Just like anybody else, he enjoyed a good time (such as a few drinks and a nice lay), but he didn't go out of his way. Rather than regularly spending time partying in noisy clubs, he tended to get his fill of those experiences all at once in December - practically the month of the reindeer in the western world.

Shy and sweet, feminine yet not androgynous, his submissive demeanor and inoffensive appearance made him ideal for the kind of work the club required, which amounted to nothing more than waiter duties. That night was no exception.

Mallow stepped up to the bar, and he subtly lay across it, thus exposing the round curve of his bottom more completely. Ordinarily something he might do in the presence of a particularly handsome man, he did it now out of duty - and a quiet sense of pride in his own body. He nodded to the bartender - incidentally, his shift manager - with a small smile.

"One minute early," the bartender grinned, toothily. "I like that kind of punctuality." He was a tall and good-looking tiger, thick and muscular, the antithesis to the caribou. Mallow harbored a small crush for him, and yet the cat was straight; it was a bisexual club, after all. "Ready to get to work?"

"Mhm," the caribou cooed, his tuft of a tail wiggling. Off-limits or not, he still admired the tiger's body.

The tiger nodded, and from beneath the counter, he first produced a metal tray, flawlessly polished to a mirror sheen. Over the course of several minutes, he hand-mixed an assortment of complex drinks to cover its' surface with. "You'll take this," the tiger neatly said, peering over Mallow's head and then pointing off into the writhing mass of the club, "to that table."

Mallow turned and looked, then nodded to the tiger, picked up the tray with care, and walked off with it. He could, under the best of circumstances, balance the trays on his fingertips; he found it was almost impossible to do under pressure, though, and so he carried it in both hands and with careful, measured steps. These details didn't matter; he was seasonal eye candy, and he fit that purpose well.

As he delivered the drinks to a crowd of six (though he noted seven drinks on the tray), Mallow found himself complimented.

"Well, my," said a dark, black wolf with lecherous, yellow eyes, "you're a pretty thing, aren't you?"

The twink smiled, but he fidgeted and blushed; it was purely the way he behaved, there was no acting, but it always got the boys going. "If you think I am, thank you," he spoke, with a soft giggle underscoring his words.

Sipping his drink and smacking his lips in satisfaction, the wolf nodded and grinned. "I do... How much longer are you running drinks around?"

Even being bashful and coy, Mallow found the wolf's advance rather clumsy; he didn't take pleasure in rejecting anybody, but it made things easier in this case. "Actually, I just started - sorry."

The wolf shrugged, but nevertheless, he slipped a five dollar bill to the caribou; this spurred the others to tip him, despite having shown no interest in him. Without much (if any) shame, he tucked these into the groin of his g-string and walked back to the bar, the tray under his arm.

On his way back to the bar, Mallow took a small order along the way, and later, he brought that party its' drinks, and then served a few more tables at the bartender's orders. His night was going smoothly, predictably, and profitably - if not a little bit dull.

Boredom always seeped into Mallow's work nights; it never affected him too terribly, but it did make him ponder things a little bit more than usual. Something that struck him in one of these moments of thought, just as he departed with another tray of drinks, was the fact that he hadn't been sent into the back rooms even once.

The "party dens" were little more than large, decadent bedrooms where bachelor parties were usually booked, and which celebrities would generally hog for themselves. It was a very popular club, to that end, and Mallow couldn't think of a single night when the back rooms hadn't been in use. And so, when his ten minute break came, the caribou decided to investigate.

--3

Three whole seconds of stunned admiration stopped Mallow cold; standing in front of the hall to the back rooms were two of the most enormous goons he'd ever seen. Each was well over six feet tall, with legs as dense as tree trunks, with arms thicker than the caribou's torso - an exaggeration, but a small one. One was a stallion of unremarkable coloration and shape. The other was implacable, but from the square shape of his muzzle, his small, round ears, and his fluffy tail, Mallow guessed he was some bear hybrid. They both wore black denim jeans, and black t-shirts clung to their upper bodies, logos emblazoned across the front, but obscured by their folded arms.

"What do you want?" the horse asked in no friendly way.

"Um, uh," Mallow squeaked, and then he scraped a hoof on the floor, "what's going on back there?" He gave them a charming smile, but it gained him no traction with the goons.

"Private party," the bear-something grunted, sounding like a caveman.

Mallow nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. "I'm staff here," he said, very quietly, with a severe lack of confidence.

The horse planted his hands on his hips (Mallow saw that his shirt read "[b]KAHNSO[/b]" with "[b]& THE DEEP INCHES[/b]" beneath it), and he grunted in what could only be taken as annoyance. "So what?"

"So, uhhh," Mallow mumbled, hooking a thumb toward the bar, "I should get back to work now." And so he walked back to the bar, feeling awkward and ashamed of his nosiness, yet the allure of knowing what was going on went from being an idle curiosity to an unbearable enigma.

--4

Mallow came up with a simple, elegant solution. He'd get in the legitimate way: by asking his manager.

"Hey," the deer said to the tiger, leaning over the bar again. He felt an uninvited (but not necessarily unwanted) paw on his rump, and he wiggled back into it, but it left just as quickly as it came. As a very sexy young thing, he was used to phantom gropes, and he no longer even bothered to look back unless they were particularly insistent.

The tiger acknowledged Mallow with a small wave, and he handed off a drink to one of the many patrons up by the bar. "I'll have some drinks for you to deliver in just a second."

"Okay," Mallow said easily. "But, um, hey," he added just a second later, "there's this party in one of the back rooms..."

"Ye-e-e-es?" the tiger asked, smiling coyly. "Astute of you to notice, Mallow."

Mallow stuck his tongue out at the tiger in a playful gesture of impudence.

The tiger sniggered and set down a tray. "It could just be your incredible subtlety in bringing it up, but I'm compelled to give you a reason to peek in there," he spoke, using the sardonic tones of a father.

"Thanks," the caribou grinned, his tail wiggling more than ever.

--5

With an large tray covered in expensive highball drinks, their value totaling more than he'd earn that week, Mallow eagerly but carefully tap-tapped back to the menacing bodyguards. "Hi," he cooed to their stone faces and deep-set eyes, "I need to get through."

The stallion leaned down and took a long, critical look at the drinks, then at Mallow. After a haughty snort, he stood up straight, stood to one side, and his bear-mix co-worker did the same. Together, they held open the doors to the back rooms. "All the way in the back," the horse growled. Mallow stepped through.

As the caribou walked, keeping the tray close, the sounds of the main club faded into a steady thud dulling with each step, soon completely overpowered by music and voices from the back. Unlike the energetic and dance-friendly beat up front, what he heard in the back was rock and roll; heavy riffs from electric guitars, drum snares, and menacing, charismatic vocals. The dance mixes of the club were something he'd gotten so used to that he tuned them out, but this new music caught his attention; unconsciously, he stepped to its' beat.

Toward the end of the hall, the double-doors leading into the last party den on the hall were ajar. Incidentally, this den was the largest and most luxuriant of them all, with a waterbed large enough for three or four, and a hot tub Mallow knew right away that whoever had booked this party was a serious high-roller, undoubtedly a celebrity - and when the caribou remembered seeing the name Kahnso, he rightly assumed that he knew who the celebrity was, at least in name.

No guards stood by the doors into the den, and so the caribou stepped right in without a problem. What he saw drew his lips into a pursed crease and widened his eyes, which were ordinarily a quarter closed in some semblance of coyness.

Lovely women abounded; Mallow saw only nines and tens wherever he looked, and despite his dubious sexuality, he couldn't help but notice these women. Also strewn about the room were other men, all wearing the same uniform-like tees as the goons, yet none of these fellows seemed to be bodyguards. Given how they flirted with the girls and took drinks from the tray as Mallow reservedly walked further inside, it seemed to be that they were guests.

Toward the middle of the room, surrounded by a nest of couches (almost all of them occupied with guests), was a long, glass table, its' decor matching the dark, modern styling of the rest of the den and its' furniture. Here, trays identical to the one the caribou held sat, pocked with empty glasses - some truly empty, others sitting with slowly melting ice cubes inside. Mallow sat his tray in a spot close by, and he began to clean up, moving the empty glasses to one tray so he could stack them. But, before he made very much progress, a resonant, masculine voice (not unlike what Mallow heard from the music playing) cut through the chatter of the crowd like a rumble of thunder.

"Hey - deer girl!" it called. "Bring me my screwdriver!"

It took Mallow all of two seconds to realize that he was being addressed. Gender-play wasn't on his list of kinks, yet he understood how the mistake could be made. Feeling no indignation, he momentarily studied the tray, and then he grabbed the only screwdriver that he saw. It was enormous, easily an entire liter of mixed vodka, and he knew for a fact that the mixers served at the club were potent; there was a lot of alcohol in that drink.

With the drink in hand, the caribou turned on his hoof and looked for a waving hand or paw, some kind of beckoning. He saw exactly that from the waterbed, coming from the sole occupant, lying sideways on its' massive surface. The size of the bed threw Mallow off, but as he got closer to the source of the voice, he realized that he was looking at a giant.

Easily seven feet of muscular beauty lay upon the bed. The stud kept his head propped up on a palm, and silky, black locks of hair pooled all around his upper body. It was the cyan shade of his fur that stuck out most apparently to the reindeer after the man's size had sunken in, and shortly after that, he made note of the large, sabertooth fangs that protruded over the apparent fox's jowls. Intense, red irises studied the caribou, and then a lewd grin, toothy, but reserved in this regard, spread across the enormous creature's face. "You're not a girl," he said, and flatly.

"Sorry," Mallow instinctively replied, but not with submission - he sounded very distracted, and he idly rubbed the glass with his thumb. "Um, is your name Kahnso...?"

The fox's expression soured subtly, but the grin stayed alive in his eyes. "Yes - and you must be the guy who hasn't heard of me."

Finding himself grinning bashfully, Mallow fidgeted with his free hand, unnecessarily straightening the collar he wore. "I don't watch very many movies," he said with a quiet laugh, before adding, "or listen to much music."

Kahnso chuckled ruefully and then relaxed himself, lying flat on his back, but he supported his head on his folded arms instead of one of the many pillows close by. Every nuance of his form was laid bare.

Mallow clearly saw just how herculean the fox's musculature was, but also interesting to the caribou was the unusually-colored creature's attire. Kahnso wore a long loincloth, one made of studded leather, with archer's bands around his wrists. Mallow would have been a terrible liar to say he didn't like the fox's fashion sense.

"May I have my screwdriver, little reindeer?" Kahnso coolly asked, looking at the caribou with half-closed eyes.

Biting his lower lip, well aware of an emerging bulge in the groin of his g-string, Mallow nodded, and then he said, "Yeah, here you go."

Closing his eyes, Kahnso chuckled warmly. "You don't expect me to reach for it, do you? Bring it to me."

As if he'd only needed the invitation, Mallow knelt on the bed and carefully waddled his way closer. The turbulent surface of the waterbed was hardly an ideal thing to move on, however, and like a black hole, Kahnso's massive body sunk the bed in toward him - this became a serious problem when Mallow stumbled forward and fell. Though he caught himself with a hand on the sheets (and a sudden yelp), the drink didn't fare well. In a spectacular mess, the mixed vodka and orange juice splattered across Kahnso's broad chest, leaving his white fluff soaked.

Nobody seemed to notice what had happened besides Kahnso and Mallow. Blushing crimson, involuntarily grinning, but panicking behind it, Mallow looked like he felt: terrified.

Kahnso fluttered his eyelids in surprise, and then he looked down at his chest, humming thoughtfully. "Well," he finally said, "how am I supposed to drink that?"

Avoiding Kahnso's eyes, glancing to the mess he had just made, and then to the emptied glass, Mallow's ears splayed flat against his skull. "Aw, I'm sorry," he squeaked, facing the fox (who sat up at a lumbering pace) with a tight frown and a subtly quivering lower lip.

Kahnso collected some of the drink on a finger, and he licked it clean. "It's all right," he mumbled, yet not too convincingly. For a moment, he stared at Mallow, his expression growing frightfully stern before cracking into a grin. "Well, help me get cleaned up, Rudolph."

Mallow didn't even acknowledge the name. He was too busy blushing in ripe embarrassment. He twisted on a knee and made to scoot his way off the sloshing bed.

Kahnso had other plans for the reindeer. With a paw that was barely concealing lewd intentions, he grabbed the caribou's bottom, and then he hooked his fingers in the back of his g-string. It pulled snug as Mallow made for the edge of the bed, and it rode up sharply upon his crotch, stopping him cold and with a squeak. "Where do you think you're going?" Kahnso rumbled (in that moment, Mallow became completely certain it was his voice he heard in the music). He released the g-string, allowing it to snap against the boy's behind, and then he teased the outline of the reindeer's scrotum with a tickle through the soft, thin material.

The big fox's playfulness was surprising to Mallow, but not as much as it was to usual fans of the rocker's music, where his heterosexuality was elevated to god-like status. Blushing a shade of red most appropriate for his Christmas uniform, the small deer turned around again, and he met Kahnso's leering, lewd gaze with the tiniest of smiles. "I was, um," he giggled, "didn't you want a towel?"

"Who said anything about a towel, babe?" Kahnso grinned, rubbing under the deer's chin. "I'm sure I paid good money for that drink at some point." In a strong paw, he clutched one of Mallow's antlers, and he negotiated the twink's head and body (ignoring the blushing and wincing) until he pressed the boy's nose into his wet chest fluff. "Somebody might as well enjoy it."

Mallow wasn't remarkably bright, but he could take a hint. Not a second after Kahnso unhanded his antler, the deer set to grooming the fox's chest, removing the mixed liquor with deep laps into the fur, punctuated with suckles now and again.

In nosing into the fox's body so insistently, the reindeer not only smelled the wasted vodka, but also the tod's musk. Though Kahnso smelled well-bathed (and he was), the masculine stink of his body was so potent that it couldn't be completely removed. Even though it was subtle, especially buried under the vodka, Mallow picked it up and acted on it subconsciously, adding fuel to the fire of his arousal, getting him rock-hard in that g-string of his. Absently, he closed his eyes; his laps became deeper, more hungry and intimate. His small hands rubbed over Kahnso's largely booze-stained chest in absolute reverence, and the tuft of his tail wiggled and wagged happily.

Having his body worshiped like an idol was common for Kahnso, but it was wrong to call him jaded to it. Mallow's licks, grooms, and sexually-charged touches were cathartic to a deeply-set interest of his, one very rarely expressed: boys. Almost always on the clock to be unfathomably straight, Kahnso's interest in women was strong, bordering on absolute, but a creature exposed to so much physical loving was bound to have curiosities and dark desires. The caribou signified relief from a pent-up desire to have his way with an effeminate, pliable man.

Bearing a coy smile framed by menacing fangs, Kahnso slid a meaty paw down the deer's back, over dreamy fluff ruffled around the harness bands, its' purpose to insulate against cold winters. His fingers almost shaking in anticipation, the rockstar slid them down the curve of the caribou's behind, underneath the g-string, and from there, down in between the boy's ass cheeks. Despite the fur on and in between Mallow's cheeks being no more luxuriant than what dressed the rest of his body, it seemed more appealing to Kahnso just for the taboo location.

Taking note of the reindeer's pause in his licking (punctuated with a gentle quake), Kahnso trailed his blunt, padless fingertip around the pink pucker hidden down in between those round cheeks. Adding to the sinful pleasures and the lewdness of the touch, the stud's body resonated with a growl, a sound of soft-spoken dominance, but more so, contentment. Cracking his smile into a very slight, but toothy grin, Kahnso eased the tip of his middle finger into the reindeer's tail hole, its' size thick enough to stretch and stimulate the twink nicely.

Mallow telegraphed his pleasure with the complete cessation of his work and a low, cooing moan, one followed by a gentle whimper, but reassured with a dull smile. "Ooh, that..." he mumbled, trailing off, yet the message was simple and clear: he liked what Kahnso was doing.

"Mhm," Kahnso chuckled out, sinking his finger in deeper and deeper at an agonizingly slow pace - but an arguably necessary one for how dry both his finger and the deer's behind both were. Nosing down into one of the boy's ears, Kahnso rumbled lewdly (spurring Mallow to shudder), and then he dryly asked, "Am I clean yet?"

Returning to his dutiful laps and suckles, Mallow ingested more and more of the soaked-in screwdriver; perhaps in compensation for his obedience, Kahnso wriggled his finger - by then halfway sunken - against the deer boy's tight anal walls. Left groaning and throbbing in his g-string, Mallow hungrily dragged his tongue across one of the rockstar's stiff, aroused nipples, and then he gave it a small suck, serving no purpose beyond simple teasing. Murring lowly, non-verbally asking for more teasing and tickling, the caribou nosed around the massive, broad wall of Kahnso's chest until he found the acrid smell of vodka again, and here, he started his grooming all over again. Though not entirely aware of it, he was earning himself a small buzz, and in this, he lavished that muscular body more and more.

Grinding his finger all the way into Mallow, seating his knuckle at the caribou's pucker, Kahnso fondly groped upon the boy's shoulder with his free paw and treated him to a low, content rumble. Though it was his chest which had the deer's undivided attention, his groin began competing for it; beneath his loincloth, Kahnso's sheath had grown steadily more plump in arousal, thanks in no small part to his exploration of the reindeer's behind, as well as that unabashed worship which the cleaning entailed. Beneath the leather curtain of the loincloth, his cylindrical sheath throbbed, growing thicker and thicker, and the first few inches of his knotted shaft began to emerge.

Made aware of Kahnso's emerging cock, Mallow spread his legs around the massive fox's waist. Even through his g-string and the rockstar's loincloth, he could feel that large, hot member as it throbbed. With an air of desperation, he ground into it, frotting through the layers of material, but feeling gratification all the same. By then, the lazy drool of his pre had made quite a dark stain on his skimpy underwear, and despite how soft the garment was, he longed to get out of it. In fact, as the buzz became more and more potent, he began to feel significantly overdressed in the fur cuffs and even the fishnet, but these items, he would leave on; they added to his appearance in ways that few pieces of clothing could. His bottoms, however, had to go.

--6

It startled Kahnso, but not too terribly, when Mallow squirmed upright and lay a hand upon the fox's wrist. Blushing a hot pink that was very apparent even underneath his fur, Mallow smiled impishly and palmed the rockstar's wrist and paw, the finger of which was still buried (however idly) in him. With his small, but eager erection throbbing in the g-string, he cooed to Kahnso, "Do you mind if I take this off...?" And to punctuate what this was, he pulled on the waistband of the underwear.

Smiling with a coy quality which narrowed his eyes to thoughtful slits, Kahnso eased his finger back, out of the caribou's tight tail hole (which, of course, made him groan endearingly), and then he coolly folded his unoccupied arms behind his head. "Go ahead, babe. Dying for more of that ass anyway." He flashed Mallow a grin so malicious as to be sexy.

The reindeer shot back with his own grin despite the growing intensity of his blush, and then he stood up, hooves on either side of the fox. The waterbed was just as wobbly as ever, but with a kind of dancer's grace, he slid down the g-string, and he flamingoed one leg, quickly slipping the garment down and off of it, quickly putting the leg down before he lost his tenuous balance. After letting the pink piece slide down to his ankle, he lifted that leg only slightly, as he shook it off. Unintentionally, he wound up hooking it on Kahnso's nose, and the sight made him cover his mouth and giggle; at the same time, he briskly knelt, pressing himself crotch-to-crotch with the fox again. "Sorry," he squeaked. Giggling as he was, it seemed insincere, yet it was cute.

Kahnso bit down on the g-string, pulled it into his mouth, and then spat it away. "S'all right," he said in a low chuckle, and with a roll of his eyes. Pushing himself to sit up and face the little caribou, Kahnso took inventory of the boy's exposed groin. He was certainly no match for the rockstar, but then again, few ever were. However, the reindeer's shaft was an enticing cyan color, like candy, and its' blunt tip oozed constantly with hot pre which diffused over the loincloth, on the lump of his own shaft.

Lacking in shyness, Kahnso reached down and squeezed the reindeer's cock, immediately spurring him to gasp, coo, and arch his spine, pushing his hips into the attention. Grinning in a purely wicked manner, the fox palmed and groped on Mallow's modest erection, caring little that it smeared his paw with the deer's sticky pre. The moans and gasps coming out of the boy's mouth were too cute to ignore, and he very much liked hearing them. Now intently jerking the twink off, Kahnso hooked his fingers into caribou's collar and pulled him closer; from this vantage point, he rumbled into an ear, "That's it, sing for me, babe." His tongue flitted into the cup of the ear, and then he ground his fang into the rim; Mallow gasped and whimpered in erotic bliss. "Feeling good, boy?"

"Ooh, yeah," Mallow whined, humping into Kahnso's paw. Down on his own thighs, his hands wrung and fidgeted with the fur cuffs of the stockings, and he chewed on his lip when he wasn't voicing his slutty pleasures. Punctuating his enjoyment of the act, his eyes were closed tightly, and behind the lids, they were rolled back.

The handjob was a temporary pleasure; Kahnso's rough pumping ended abruptly, yet it continued for a few seconds afterward in a lesser sense, since he kept rubbing his thumb over the blunt tip. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his expression even for the moment. Releasing the deer's collar, he instead stroked down the boy's harnessed chest in mild affection.

A soft, cooing whine escaped the deer's lips, and the tuft of his tail wiggled and wagged. Without realizing it, he had torn his stockings a little bit. "Uh, nothing," he mumbled, hard-pressed to look Kahnso in his eyes, instead looking at the far more lewd sight of his bulging loincloth.

"That's what I figured," Kahnso said in a low, throaty chuckle, which resonated in the caribou's chest for its' low pitch. He released the deer boy's shaft completely, then, and ran his knuckles up the small male's fluffy body, lifting them slightly to get over the bands of the harness. He stopped at the deer's throat, lifted his chin to force him into eye contact, and then slid two fingers - both of them covered in pre - into the reindeer's mouth.

The oral stimulation alone made Mallow blush and shiver; the taste of his own penis (something he could work into his mouth with a little effort) only added to the appeal. Exhibiting tentative sexuality, he suckled softly on the fingers, replacing pre with saliva, and in much greater volumes. In response, Kahnso depressed his tongue and wiggled his strong fingers down against it; it made Mallow melt, and he rolled his eyes back and closed them all over again.

"You like having something to suck on, huh," Kahnso grinned, speaking so lowly and absently that he didn't seem to be addressing Mallow. Then, in a voice that clearly was, he said, "I got a candy cane you can eat, kid."

Mallow didn't seem to acknowledge Kahnso with the fox's fingers in his mouth, but his attention returned in full force when the stud slid them free. He was entirely pliable to Kahnso's manipulation, and this became especially evident when he let the fox take hold of his hips and pull him closer, while lying back on the waterbed. After a little effort from Kahnso, and much complicity from Mallow, the caribou was left half-straddling the rockstar's neck - his knees were on the fox's shoulders, but his light weight was apparently inconsequential to Kahnso.

Of more immediate important to Mallow was the fact that, with a bit of stretching, his lips were close to that throbbing, gratifying bulge, now larger than ever, tenting the loincloth with its' horrific size. Grinning without realizing it, his tail tuft wiggling, he pulled the heavy loincloth aside, exposing the canine flesh beneath. Over a foot of red-hued, knotted cock greeted him, its' entire surface slick with both pre, and the natural moisture from inside of its' sheath.

Kahnso's meat was enormous and without flaws; a perfect cock for a perfect stud. Mallow was awed by the size more than anything else; he would, with a little pressure, admit that he had been a great many men over the years, but Kahnso was easily among the largest - even in a class consisting of stallions and dragons. In trembling fingers, he took hold of its' length, and he hungrily wrapped his lips around the tip. His small mouth wasn't at all accommodating to the tod's size, but his eager suckling and lapping made up for the size difference. As skilfully as he could, he passionately suckled upon those few inches he could fit, and he palmed the rest in his soft hands, which occasionally made trips lower to squeeze the knot and balls.

The caribou wasn't the only one with an oral fixation, but the taboo pleasure of what Kahnso did startled Mallow, staggering the caribou's work, making it difficult; he pushed his long snout in between the fine, round cheeks of the deer's bottom, and he slobbered across the boy's pucker. The first lick was but a queer, new pleasure to the caribou, and resulted in only a break in one of his sucks, compensated for with a sharp squeeze on the bulbous knot. Another testing lap covered much more ground, as Kahnso dragged his massive tongue up from the back of the reindeer's fluff-furred balls and along his smooth taint, ending with much protraction on that quivering tail hole again; his entire tongue, from the back inches to the tip, slowly dragged along that puckered flesh and made the twink entirely abandon his blowjob to moan and whine.

It was such a strange, new pleasure to Mallow, something he might not have agreed to in prior discussion, but an act he found himself loving all the same. Too flustered to keep sucking dick (which was saying a lot), he hotly nuzzled into the throbbing flesh instead, his small hands rubbing and squeezing here and there, seeking comfort from that massive cock. Eager for more tongue, he ground his behind back into the rockstar's snout, cooing at the feel of that cold nose beneath his tail, the edges of the menacing fangs grinding against his cheeks. The most supreme pleasure, however, and of course, was the tongue.

Kahnso didn't know that it was the reindeer's first rimjob, but it wouldn't have changed his technique in the least; he intently tickled the pucker with the blunt tip of his tongue, then nosed against it, kissed it, and gave it another tightly-focused lick, putting his entire tongue to work. He played the reindeer by ear, listening to his wavering moans and coos, using them to discern what to do harder and what not to do at all; as it turned out, Mallow seemed to want more of everything, and that was what he got. Licks, nuzzles, kisses, grinds of his fangs, palming paws on his round ass cheeks - Kahnso gave the little reindeer every pleasure he could think of.

As was often the case when he gave oral sex, however, Kahnso quickly found himself wanting more; that development would be just fine with the whimpering, eager caribou.

--6

With suddenness to be expected from a rockstar, Kahnso - after a nip on the caribou's cotton tail - lifted the boy up and off of his chest, setting him aside; Mallow was reluctant to have his face taken away from the stud's cock (and have the stud's face away from his behind), but he guessed something better was coming.

Confirming Mallow's suspicions, Kahnso moved up to his knees, and after a small fight with the hip buckle that kept his loincloth on tight, he shed his single garment and loomed nude and menacing over his prey. Leaning down, rumbling with lewd intentions, Kahnso kissed the reindeer on the lips, first shallowly, and then in a much more domineering manner by shoving his tongue deep into the twink's mouth. Like his fingers and his cock had filled that mouth, so too did his tongue, leaving no room for the boy to even think, but giving him pleasure all the same, for he arched his small body and cooed warmly.

As he explored the caribou's maw, Kahnso squeezed his own member, and the pre it disgorged left a large stain in the sheets. When he scooted closer, bending his large, formidable body to maintain the kiss, his dribbling cock instead left its' mark on the reindeer's thigh, making a mess of the stockings which nobody seemed to have any compassion for. His free paw, the massive, meaty thing that it was, took hold of much of Mallow's upper body, holding him under the armpit, idly molesting his slender form, but all the while, the most lewd and domineering of molestations was his tongue slathering the boy's mouth.

Drawn fully into Kahnso's overbearing sexuality, Mallow returned the touches eagerly and fondly, alternating between stroking over the tod's long snout and through the locks of his hair, which hung and pooled around their kissing faces. Everything he did, every little sound and gesture, spoke volumes of his wanting.

Kahnso was listening to all of the deer boy's cues, and finally, able to stand no more teasing, he ended the kiss. It didn't end quite as easily as that, however; like an unrolled fire hose, he had to work to withdraw its' length from the caribou's mouth, who still enjoyed suckling upon it, and who emitted a desperate little whine at its' sudden absence. As if to comfort the reindeer, Kahnso petted over his harness-clad chest, but then he rolled the twink over, and - with both paws on those fine hips - he lifted his Christmas treat up to his hands and knees, a position Mallow easily took to and offered himself in.

Sitting back on his knees behind the caribou, Kahnso savored the sight of Mallow's prostrate ass for exactly four seconds, while a lewd grin completely bisected his face. "Fuck, you have a nice ass," he bluntly growled, both paws taking hold of the perfectly-formed cheeks, perusing their curves, taking inventory of the perfect amount of muscle and fat which they were carved from. He then parted them, exposing the pink pucker within; resisting the urge for more tongue-borne sexual theatrics, he took hold of his iron-hard cock (keeping one cheek pulled far to the side with his other paw), and he guided his red rocket in between the warm cleft of the reindeer's rump cheeks.

It was a long-awaited moment of gratification for both the fox and the reindeer with Kahnso's wet, pointed tip pressed against the pucker of Mallow's tail hole. Kahnso paused for only a second, and then, after switching his grip from the deer's bottom to his hip, he pushed forward, his manhood wedging the caribou open.

Mallow grimaced, clenching his eyes and pinning down his ears; he gripped the sheets, his knees shook, and his tail hole, so utterly defied and stretched opened, quivered helplessly around Kahnso's massive endowment. But it felt incredible. The little deer could be quite a size queen at times, and the rockstar fulfilled that desire very well. Despite the pain, his sky-blue member throbbed between his legs, splattering on the bed with drops of pre.

Those drops were as nothing compared to the steady leaking of Kahnso's shaft inside of the caribou; that cock-drool was as steady as it was viscous, and it smeared along the twink's tight anal walls, providing much-needed lubrication. Even with Kahnso's brisk entry, he had buried only a few inches in the boy, coming up to the widest point of his shaft, knot not included.

With both of his paws on Mallow's hips, Kahnso tightened his body, and he looked down to the penetration; the sight of his enormous cock disappearing into the caribou's body was simply unreal, and witnessing it always brought a grin to his face; that occasion wasn't any exception. "How you liking my cock, baby?" he sneered, strong hands palming the deer boy's hips.

"It's big," Mallow whined, perhaps unnecessarily, but it was something Kahnso liked hearing anyway. Quaking in pain and pleasure, with no particular sensation yet in dominance, he buried his face in the sheets and emitted a low, muffled groan.

Such an aversion to his size was hardly a new thing to Kahnso, who spent most of getting laid just trying to stuff his endowment in partners several feet shorter than himself. Reassuring himself that his partners always came around to like it, he just focused on the task at hand, which was burying his bone, with that bulbous gland to follow when the time was right. With a combination of pulling the twink's pelvis back and easing his own forward, he continued to sink his member inch by inch, beyond the threshold of the reindeer's tail hole and into that hot body. When his knot finally pressed up to the well-stretched flesh of the deer's tail hole, Kahnso let out a long, low growl, rife with contentment.

Far to the opposite in dominance, Mallow emitted a sound not unlike a whimper, but it was sexually blissful. The finest point of any massive penetration was the fullness, that almost impossible feeling of having his body stuffed with something so hard and large. And he could feel so much from it; Kahnso's pulse was evident to him from the throbbing alone, an intimacy toys could never provide. Of course, there was also the fact that Mallow just loved being stuffed by very large men.

"Hey, babe?" Kahnso murred, leaning down low.

"Uh huh?" Mallow shuddered, just as Kahnso nibbled upon his scruff, close to the collar.

"You want a breather?" A grin. "Or you want me to get after it?"

Mallow thought about it for an entire five seconds. The pain was already starting to pass, and all he really felt was that sweet fullness, the dominion of Kahnso's body eclipsing his own. He also guessed, by that point, that others were watching - but that didn't concern him. Only the big, sabertooth stud did. "I wanna be screwed," the caribou answered, his words soft, but - with Kahnso so close - clear to the rockstar.

Kahnso's answer was in actions, not words, and that was exactly what Mallow had hoped for. After straightening out his enormous body, planting his knees in a wide stance for as much traction as he could get on that squishy bed, he tightened his fingers around the boy's hips, and he began to pull back. This exit was considerably less painful for the little twink, whose body had already adjusted well to the stud's girth, but it was pleasure to Kahnso all the same, and he announced this with a long, low moan and a tight, almost unnoticeable grin.

When just the pointed tip of his shaft was behind the deer boy's accommodating tail hole, Kahnso pushed himself all the way back inside, this re-entry much more brisk than the first penetration had been.

Mallow winced and hissed in pain, but it was mild, and tolerable in light of that wonderfully full feeling. Any and all hissing and groaning ceased when the rockstar's knot again kissed up to the deer's stretched entrance, the pressure and heat of the bulbous flesh an amazing sensation and a nasty threat... Or a promise, depending on how he looked at. To Mallow, it was a little bit of both.

Pulling his hips back yet again, and then wedging his manhood back in after that, Kahnso worked himself into a steady rhythm. Just on the merit of his size, he didn't particularly need speed to please his partners, and the issue of stamina was purely on their shoulders.

Lending weight to that point, Mallow was huffing and shuddering; despite grinding back into Kahnso's knot when the opportunity presented itself, he was obviously burning through his energy very quickly. It didn't matter to him at that moment, however - just like before, nothing had changed. All he wanted was Kahnso's dick, and that was what he was getting.

For a man of his size, Kahnso moved with surprising grace, his body shifting and grinding quite fluidly, packing his shaft deep inside of the caribou boy. Somewhat tempering his lust and his virile performance, his fingers squeezed and rubbed all around those delicate hips, and the round cheeks close by when given the infrequent chance to do so. He enjoyed Mallow's body very much, both inside and out, and his throbbing member and languid touches made both admirations apparent. "Doing all right down there, Rudolph?" he asked, speaking through a soft huff, one which underlined an increase of speed in his work.

Again, Mallow ignored the name, and he nodded, his antlers cutely bobbing. "Uh huh!" he said with a gasp, his small and effeminate body quaking in bliss. It was hardly an articulate thought, but Mallow couldn't help but acknowledge just how good it felt. Kahnso was an excellent lay, size aside, but that certainly did bias his opinion of the stud. Hands trembling, he reached down with the right one, and he grabbed at his member, only to have it swatted away.

Whether out of benevolence or an urge to stay in control, Kahnso took hold of Mallow's modest, blue member himself and began to pump it, this pace much quicker and more domineering than his assfucking. It was immensely pleasurable to the reindeer, who cooed and groaned, nuzzling fondly into the sheets. "Rgh, shit," Kahnso huffed, unhanding Mallow's hip and planting that paw down on the bed, leaning over and eclipsing the reindeer. "I think I'm gonna jizz soon, babe..."

Mallow acknowledged this first with a nod, and then, in a voice stricken with nearly orgasmic pleasure, "Knot me first!"

Kahnso grinned widely, and his thrusting, once leaving that fat knot out of the equation, instead began to ram the swollen flesh forward, pounding it against the caribou's quivering, gaped asshole without mercy. "You sure about that?" he asked in a haggard growl, yet from his actions, it was clear that only one answer would be accepted.

Fortunately, Mallow - in between gasps and whines brought on by the knot-pounding - answered, "Y-yes!"

Gripping the sheets roughly in one paw, Mallow's penis just as tightly in the other, Kahnso threw his formidable weight into every buck, slapping his knot against that tail hole, intent on seeing if the little reindeer could really take it all. With each thrust of his hips, his heavy balls swung up and slapped against Mallow's own, just another splash of dominance in what was already a very lewd cocktail. Amidst his own snarling, drowning out Mallow's fervent gasping, whimpering, and inarticulate pillow talk, Kahnso smashed his knot against that perfect cervine bottom over and over until the swollen gland at last won. It pushed against the caribou's tail hole with all the force of a punching fist, but its' rounded, smooth surface was infinitely more loving, and - with a noisy shluck! sound - wedged its' way inside, and left Kahnso firmly "tied" with the deer boy.

Mallow grimaced enough to show his teeth in their entirety, but with his face buried in the sheets, nobody was subjected to such an unbecoming expression. He whimpered something into the bed (whether it was an obscenity, a blasphemy, or something else entirely was unknown), and then, in the fox's gripping, pumping paw, he came like he'd never came before. Rope after rope of sticky white semen shot forth from his blunt tip, spearing into Kahnso's fingers, oozing out in between them, and leaving the rockstar's paw admirably smeared with jism.

Kahnso acknowledged the caribou's orgasm as he teetered over the brink and into his own. With every inch of his manhood buried in the adorable twink, being massaged and warmed by that snug anal passage, Kahnso felt an incredible tingle thunder through his body, starting and ending at his tired loins. Groaning, and then roaring in overwhelming pleasure, Kahnso planted both paws down on the bed, and he rocketed his massive wad deep into the caribou, the load filling him so hard and so fast that to the deer, it felt like a jet inside of him. Throughout this enormous orgasm (which Mallow especially enjoyed in his afterglow), Kahnso's domineering sounds tapered off into something more placid and gentle; adding to the effect, he stroked over the reindeer's harnessed body and planted kisses all around the top of his head.

"Christ," he growled, huffing on Mallow's head, stroking over the caribou's naked stomach, smearing what remained of the boy's own load there.

"Mmmmmm," the reindeer cooed, resting his cheek on the sheets, his tongue flopped out of his mouth; around it, his muzzle itself was plastered with a content, dopey grin.

"Thanks a lot, kid," Kahnso murred, rolling to his side, keeping Mallow close, pulling the deer into a spoon; around them, members of the party looked, but nobody seemed terribly surprised, and already, they were going back to their business.

"No problem," Mallow giggled.

Kahnso chuckled, and he kissed the caribou between the antlers. "One problem, baby."

"Huh?"

The rockstar softly tugged at his knotted cock, making his cocksock deer gasp, and then he brushed his thumb over one of the boy's nipples. "How are you gonna get me another screwdriver?"