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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Two creatures were stirring, neither a mouse.

The stockings that hung did rattle and shake,

Upstairs Rita feared, "By a burglar the safety of home did break!"

She grabbed the bat from beside the bed,

Visions of cranial home runs dancing in her head.

And she tiptoed downstairs, quiet as a cat,

That robber would be sorry, she was sure of that.

When turning the corner she gave a loud yell,

Her guest hit the ceiling, hung there, then fell.

Open wide went her eyes, taking in his form,

Bells, straps, and fur were no home invader's norm!

The lights on the tree gave way to his heart,

Rita could not up the chimney make him depart.

"Don't shoot," he pleaded, hands reaching for the sky,

"A reindeer-man," she gasped, "But upon you can I ride?"

With a little smirk and a glint in his eye,

He bowed down low and then sprung forward, spry!

"My sweet madam," said he, "The best rides I give,

To all those who ask for a frisky way to live."

"But won't I transform?" she asked, suddenly afraid.

"Sprout antlers, knicker, whinny, and neigh?"

He only laughed her troubles away, giving a kiss.

"You won't experience anything," he promised, "except for pure bliss."

Together their lips came, and then did their tongues,

And slowly both descended to the rugs.

Their passion grew hot as their hands grew bold,

Her bathrobe flew off, revealing bare breasts and panties of gold.

His arms to her sides, he softly laid her down,

And spread her legs wide before going to town.

She gasped and moaned, head turning to and fro,

As her cervine lover used his teeth to unveil the treasure below.

Away went the garment and all was made bare,

The stag was most eager to put his tongue there.

Her cries deepening and lengthening, Rita was going mad

From his thorough plumbing, it was an experience to be had!

He lapped at her folds that glistened with honey,

Tasting a treat beyond the call of money.

She thrashed and she groaned as he made her feel light,

Her eyes rolling up until they were white.

The first orgasm gone, he pulled his head away;

He had still his most important card to play.

Soothing brown eyes calmed her fearful green ones,

And she knew there was no danger, only great fun.

"But wait!" she said, putting a hand to his firm chest,

"Won't I transform, mutate, and change like the rest?

Grow hooves, a muzzle, antlers, and fur across my chest?"

But he only laughed again and said,

"The randy folks who say that aren't right in the head."

She then wrapped her legs around him tight, eager for more,

And he scooched a bit closer, knocking at her door.

With a fierce grunt he blew that door down,

And she cried out in passion a majestic sound.

Bucking his hips, he then went to work,

Leaving no wall unrubbed, for he was no jerk.

Rita moaned and twisted, gasped and spasmed:

Sex with a reindeer was a pleasure-filled chasm!

His pace did increase, and he knew very soon

That his human lover would receive a great boon.

"More! More!" she moaned, her tits in his face,

"I'm going mad from the feelings in my secret place!"

He pounded and thrust as sweat rolled from his brow,

His climax was coming, it wasn't long now.

"Brace yourself!" he grunted, burying deep, deep inside.

His mighty cock loosed it load; it was the end of her ride.

Gushing and flowing, surging and seeping,

There was no spot of hers that escaped his penile weeping.

Fuller and fuller 'til she was ready to burst,

Of her sexual appetite, he'd slaked all her thirst.

Into his embrace she did then collapse,

Softly asking if his place could be found on a map.

He laid her on the rug without saying a word,

And seconds later her soft snoring was heard.

With a tip of his head, he bid her goodbye,

And squirmed up the chimney and into the sky.

But one thing was missing, the eggnog to his rum:

He should have put it straight up her bum.

_ The End. _