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AURORA BOREALIS

Part Two

Part Seven of Reindeer Games:

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Several long, pleasure-filled minutes of loving treatment passed, as Blitzen and Muffy put their muzzles to their best use on the todd and tiny reindeer stag, before finally Donder stroked the back of Muffy's head with one massive hand, and then slowly eased her back as she let her fingers slip out of their tight hidey-hole. Blitzen glanced back at Donder, as did Reggie, and she soon ceased her own ministrations to his tailhole, knowing instinctively that it was now time for the females to have their turn.

"Donder," said Blitzen as she sat upon the edge of the bed, glancing over at the other couple, "why not show Muffy dear what that big tongue of yours can do in a small sex like hers."

Donder grinned at his mate, then scooped Muffy easily into his strong arms, as she gave a surprised, excited squeal.

"Sure thing, Blitzen," said the big tiny cervine, setting the snowy white vixen down in a large, overstuffed chair not far from the bed and setting her ankles upon his shoulders. He grinned up at her before his eyes turned down to look with great appreciation at her flushed, pink sex. "Mmm," said Donder with interest. "Looks like you were enjoying teasing me, Muffy. Let's see how you fare under similar treatment."

Muffy opened her muzzle to give a ready retort, but Donder's muzzle covered hers, silencing her British dry humor in the attempt. As his tongue invaded her willing muzzle, sparring with the vixen's, Donder's large hands roamed across her back, stroking the thick, rich fur of the arctic vixen with eager enjoyment. One hand soon wrapped around the base of her tail, stroking it outward and tilting it just barely upward, which sent tingles of pleasure shooting up Muffy's spine, making her moan in deep appreciation into Donder's mouth.

Letting his kisses trail down Muffy's muzzle, Donder started to nibble his way down her smooth throat, making the vixen pant and wriggle with excitement at Donder's dexterous herbivore lips. He paused his downward grazing for only a time at her breasts, though, making sure to give each full, firm orb a careful once-over, his broad, slightly rough tongue circling her crinkled aureoles, and then raking across her perked pink nipples. Donder really wasn't a serious breast man, but Muffy obviously enjoyed his work, for she cooed delightedly, and arched her back to thrust her tits into his attentions, wriggling in the chair as she started to get the seat quite moist with her juices. Donder's nostrils flared as he scented her arousal, and he leaned back a little to give Muffy a teasing arch of his eyebrow.

"Looks like you could use a little bit of lovin' down here, Miss Muffy," said the big buck amiably, his hands going to her silken-furred thighs and easily parting them. Muffy panted for a few moments before managing a weak smile.

"I fear that I seem to have lost some control over my legs," answered the gorgeous Artic Fox vixen. "You're probably right, though: some careful attentions to my lower parts will probably do me a world of good."

"Anything to help out a friend," chuckled Donder, his muzzle soon descending to the wet pink treasures lying exposed between Muffy's willingly spread legs.

As a host of loud slurping sounds from Donder, matched only by the loud moans and squeals of pleasure from Muffy, filled the room, Blitzen climbed onto the bed on all fours, flicking her tail up to give Reggie a good view of her pink parts, even as she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and full of desire as she wriggled her bottom teasingly. Not one to keep a lady waiting, Reggie's gentle, black-furred hands closed on Blitzen's heart-shaped rump, squeezing the firm buttocks, and then stroking the soft white fur framing the tiny reindeer's hairless pussy and tailhole. The fur around the former was already wetted down flat against her thighs, the sheer quantity of juices showing how truly eager she really was. And as Reggie lowered his head downward, until his muzzle was hardly a whisker's span away from Blitzen's steaming sex, his hot breath teasing her with the promise of what was to come, she lowered her front, leaning upon her folded arms even as she looked back over her shoulder, trying to see what it was that the eager young todd was going to do to her next, and frustrated as she found that her own booty was in the way.

"Please," said Blitzen, the word almost a whimper of need as she tried (and failed) to catch the eye of the todd that was abusing her in such a delightful manner. And when she felt the blunt claws of his paws combing through the satin fuzz of her white rump cheeks, she really did whimper, his hot breath and light touch something she wasn't used to at all. Donder was a vigorous lover, and he knew how to make a doe, especially Blitzen, bugle with delight. But Reggie was all about finesse, and he was putting all his skill to work as he gently parted the inner lips of the powerfully-built tiny reindeer's labia, his tongue darting out to flicker and tease across the very sensitive, nameless pink places between her labia, catching little bits of her flesh between his lips and sucking them into his muzzle, every so often shifting his attention to the throbbing erect nub of her clitoris and the opening to her sweetness.

"Jiminy Christmas," gasped Blitzen breathlessly as the British Arctic fox nibbled his way out along her thighs, then almost immediately returned to her moist heat, his slender tongue and delicate muzzle tormenting her, finding her ticklish places, and yet never quite scratching the itches that he started. Soon the large tiny reindeer was gripping the bedsheets, panting hard with her eyes squeezed shut, her head and breasts pressed hard against the mattress to drive her quivering hiney back against Reggie's gadfly tongue, trying to get him to relieve the aching heat that was making her lose her mind with lust. But then his fingers took the place of his tongue, stroking across her inner spaces with just enough strength with keep her at the edge, while his muzzle traveled upward, across the little crease of fur-covered skin between her legs, on the way up to her tight pink tailhole. Blitzen's eyes popped open wide as Reggie began to flicker his tongue across that seldom-touched rosette, and was about to object, if only it didn't feel so very good.

"No need to hurry this, Blitzen," said Reggie in a whisper just loud enough to let the timbre of his husky, sexy voice through, each word sending a puff of teasing warm air across her needy parts. "I want this moment to be . . . memorable. You haven't had much attention to your tailhole, I see."

"It hurts when Donder tries," said Blitzen in a very small voice, knowing what was coming next, and not sure she wanted to stop it. "He's just too big."

"Well," said Reggie, and Blitzen could hear the big, eager foxy smile in his voice, "perhaps my size will fit you a little better, hmm?"

"I'll let you try, just once," said Blitzen, swallowing and bracing herself for what she knew would follow. "Just . . . try to be gentle."

"I'll do a lot more than try, Miss Blitzen," said Reggie as he bent his head forward once more, his tongue starting to gradually circle inward. Blitzen was at a point now where she'd been teased for so long and so hard that she simply couldn't muster up enough strength to tense up. Even when she felt the slender vulpine tongue starting to apply a gentle, steady pressure to her tailhole, she still couldn't seem to bring herself to react, except for the occasional spasm that would shake her body as she felt the long, dexterous fingers of one of Reggie's hands lightly stroking the hood to her clitty, while his other hand rested on one rump cheek, parting it just that little extra beyond what her current position already allowed, making his work just that much easier. And as Reggie's tongue started to open her up, entering her clean rear passage with smooth, gentle patience, his fingers left her clitty, leaving only the thumb to keep her interest, while the fingers began to stroke her vaginal opening, then slid inside her soaked channel, sending all sorts of little shocks through Blitzen's body.

"When I enter you up here, Miss Blitzen," said Reggie as he pulled back his tongue for just a moment, "my fingers are going to start on your Graphenberg spot. Just to give you fair warning."

Blitzen didn't know what to say to this except for a little whimper of need and slight nervousness, her juices flowing just as copiously as they had at the start, her body's way of saying that she was ready for breeding. She was completely at the mercy of this slender Arctic fox, and she welcomed the loss of control, giving herself over to his whims of pleasure and love-making.

Donder, meanwhile, had glanced over once in a while to check on his wife, and the moment he heard what Reggie intended to do, his cock began to throb in a very needy way. He found anal sex to be so kinky, but he seldom got to indulge his fantasy, mostly because of his large size, though also because he tended to be a little too eager when that fantasy got fulfilled, and never seemed to take quite enough time for foreplay and lubrication. Still, he loved watching, and the thought of what Reggie was doing to his wife spurred him on to greater efforts, as he drove his broad, slightly rough tongue forward, deep into Muffy's soaking wet channel, his fingers stroking the swelteringly hot pinkness on either side of her vixen tightness as she sat in the massive chair by the bed, her legs still draped over the massive tiny reindeer's broad shoulders, the dainty footpads flexing and calves pressing down and arching upward with every shuddering jolt of pleasure that the big stag sent through her body with his tongue and fingers.

"Yeah, hon, that's it!" exclaimed the Arctic fox vixen as she gripped Donder's antlers, watching him through eyes that were little more than lusty slits. "That's the way to . . . oh!"

Donder loved the way Muffy's eyes suddenly grew wide, her mouth making a perfect 'O' as he curled his big tongue up and back. He felt the slight roughness of her G-spot under his tongue, and plastered his tongue against that achingly sensitive place, pressing into it as he stroked his tongue up and down, sending a world of stimulation shuddering through the vixen's slender body. Her husband might have had a lot more finesse than Donder, but Donder knew exactly what he had to offer, and exactly how to use it to its best advantage. And where Reggie could tickle, tease and stroke his tongue, Donder's big oral muscle could assault, batter, and stimulate without mercy, his larger size allowing him to reach places and apply more pleasure-giving pressure than Muffy had ever felt before in her life, even from their sleigh-pulling stallion.

"Great Scott!" exclaimed Muffy as her knuckles went white on Donder's antlers. Her legs wrapped around his head, trying desperately to pull him in as deeply as possible. Donder was strong enough to escape the deathgrip of this vixen in heat if he wanted, something not many males could say, so tightly did she grip in the throes of her passion. But there really wasn't a point, since he was exactly where he wanted to be. His lungs could hold a lot of air, and Muffy was making it that much easier to drive himself forward, even deeper into her cloying sweet wetness, his tongue wriggling like a python as he plowed forward again and again, until Muffy's whole world was consumed in pleasure, leaving no room for anything but the motions of that massive tongue touching all the unknown places deep within her body.

Donder closed his eyes as Muffy's legs closed around his head, his last sight that of Muffy's face, her head thrown back, her long blonde headhair (a leftover of her human heritage) settled like a halo about her face, her eyes closed and muzzle open, the dainty pink tongue lolling out as she tried to give voice to her pleasures and passions, but wasn't able to do so, the pleasure so great that it silenced her one feeble attempt to cry out into a whimpering, needful gasp for air, which soon became a small and needy-sounding host of little noises, none of them quite enough to express all that she felt. But Donder knew already roughly what she was going through, having learned it from Blitzen's descriptions and firsthand from his few homoerotic encounters with Prancer (with Blitzen there to supervise, of course), and he intended to push her to the limits of her capacity for pleasure and a little bit beyond.

Donder carefully avoided applying too much direct pressure to Muffy's G-spot as he quested inward with his tongue, though he really couldn't help but rub a bit of the slightly rough upper surface of his thick organ against the tender dimpling of flesh on the upper surface of her vaginal channel. This was enough to keep Muffy on the edge, her cries and struggles of passion making her wriggle in a most erotic manner against Donder's muzzle, serving as sufficient fuel for thought to keep him rock hard and ready for action. It was in the pursuit of this action that Donder yielded up his explorations of the vixen's feminine depths, and arched his tongue back once more, tilting his muzzle upward so that he could lash his tongue up and down, back and forth, curling it around the needy little spot of pleasure, brushing it with the sides of his tongue, pulling the perfectly-smooth back of his tongue along its length before licking upward with the raspy surface of the upper part of his tongue. And it all paid off. Suddenly Muffy gave a girlish squeal, and then screamed loud enough to drown out the wet, luscious sounds coming from Donder's oral treatments of her sex, her whole body tensing up. Donder had to squeeze his eyes tightly shut as his whole face was covered in the spray of Muffy's juices as she began to come hard and fast. His strong hands cupped her tight bum as he stood up, and this only caused Muffy to press harder against his muzzle, sending even more jolts of pleasure through her, tensing her body like a coiled spring, making her sob at the intensity of it, the intensity of pleasure forcing tears from the corners of her eyes even as it forced another shuddering explosion of her juices from her quivering quim.

Even as the wriggling, squealing bundle of tasty vixen-flesh in his arms shivered, quivered and kept on coming again and again, Donder made his way around the bed, lifting one hand to wipe off enough of her juices so that he was able to see his way over the furry thighs clasped so tightly around his head, and carefully stepped up onto the clean sheets on the other side of the massive soft surface parallel to his wife and her vulpine lover, being sure to face the opposite direction from Blitzen and Reggie, letting them get a better view of his side of the action, just as it gave him a better look at what they were about. He laid Muffy's gasping, shuddering body down on the bed, his muzzle still firmly pressed into her foxhole as she kept her thighs arched around his head, her slender hands still holding his thick antlers as tightly as a youngster's hands on the reins of a sleigh for the first time. Donder's eyes strayed back to the show now unfolding with his wife and Reggie, a little smirk playing on the side of his broad muzzle as he gave his wife a knowing wink before he plowed forward once more, making Muffy scream again as she quivered in pleasure that exceeded her ability to control.

"You have an incredible body," said Reggie softly in Blitzen's ear after his tongue slid smoothly from the doe's tailhole. "It's obvious you've worked very hard to get yourself in peak condition."

His fingers were back on her clitoral hood, making little circles that were driving her wild, making her squirm despite her unconscious determination to resist the pleasure he was bringing her for as long as she could, to try and draw it out. But he was having none of that, and all Blitzen could do was hold on and hope for the best.

"You should be proud of a body like yours." And now he was dipping a finger into her wetted-down tailhole, even as two fingers slid easily into her well-lubricated sex.

"But despite all that strength, you're still at my mercy." Now a second finger had joined the first in her tailhole, the other three had left her clitoris to plunge in and out of her dripping wetness, while the forefinger and thumb on the other hand now rubbed and rolled the erect mini-penis of her pleasure-bud between them, sending harsh shocks of raw pleasure juttering through her body.

"You have no idea how much of a turn-on that is." He gyrated his fingers in her tailhole as he bent forward to lick the small of Blitzen's back, then slid them out, along with the fingers in her quivering, needy femininity.

"I think you're ready now."

Blitzen swallowed at that, and spread her knees a little farther apart, hoping that this would make the entry into her tailhole a little easier. It hadn't hurt when Reggie had slid in the second finger, but she still remembered the unfortunate incident that had accompanied her first anal attempt with Donder, and remained a little leery.

Donder somehow managed to pry Muffy's thighs apart just enough to watch as Reggie placed one hand on Blitzen's uplifted rump, his other stroking his bright red cock, keeping it aimed straight and true toward the almost untouched ring of the tiny reindeer doe's tailhole. He'd positioned himself and Muffy so that their lower regions were just even with the upper regions of Blitzen and Reggie, and visa-versa, letting him see exactly what was happening, and thus letting him keep pace. Ignoring Muffy's whimpering protests, the massive tiny reindeer pulled his muzzle back with a loud, wet slurp of the hypersensitized vixen's juices, then pressed on her thighs until her knees were resting on the mattress, her legs curved like the wings of a butterfly.

"Hang on, Muffy," said Donder in his sexy deep voice, catching the eyes of the trembling arctic fox vixen, then holding them just long enough for her to realize what was about to happen, "this is gonna be a wild ride."

Reggie watched as Donder lined up his massive cock with Muffy's puffy pink lower lips, loving the needy, worried expression on her face, one she always had when she was about to "ride" their horse, and one which was mirrored on Blitzen's own face as she looked over her shoulder at the snowy-furred fox. Blitzen started to open her mouth, words already starting to form, to express her fears, to try and talk herself out of what she was about to let Reggie do to her, but he just reached forward and touched her lips with one finger, letting her smell the wetness of her essence on them, and that was all it took to silence her into acceptance. Her eyes turned then to Muffy's body, about to be penetrated by her mate's massive cock, the sight more than enough eye candy to help keep her mind occupied. That Reggie's prior treatments had also tired her out at the same time they worked her up didn't hurt either.

As one the two males pressed the throbbing tips of their members to the wet and needy pink parts of their respective partners, their firm rumps tensing as their hips began to slide forward, gently easing their way into new territory. The two females gasped in time as they were slowly, carefully filled up, soon feeling stretched so full by their lovers' slow, gentle inward thrust. Blitzen squeezed her eyes shut as Reggie's fingers did indeed slide into her body, finding her G-spot almost immediately, and yet somehow still carrying on his teasing touch, never quite letting her get enough stimulation to go over the edge, even as his hips kept moving, slow and steady, filling up her tight bottom with every in-out thrust. Muffy also closed her eyes, her open mouth suddenly covered by Donder's muzzle, his tongue catching her own, both of them wrestling together as Donder kept pumping his cock in and out, up and down, churning it from side to side until Muffy's body was driven right back to the edge of ecstasy, then held suspended there by Donder's steady pace of thrusting.

Snowdrop was close to screaming again, frustrated sexual need driving her nearly mad, her decorum long ago forgotten with the onrush of her desperate desire to have Cupid spear her on the end of his short, thick penis.

"Need cock," the tiny reindeer schoolmarm managed with a concerted effort, her hind legs kicking uselessly in the air as she lay on her back, her slender ankles held firmly together by one of Cupid's hands while his other held his cock steady, tormenting her to the last, driving her beyond the ability of her rational mind to resist her animal mating instincts. "Please. I'll do anything."

"I know you will," said Cupid with his mysterious smile, rubbing his cock up and down Snowdrop's aching, soaking wet sex. But just when she felt the head of the organ of her release slip into her needy quim, Cupid would pull back once more, leaving her gasping and whimpering and wriggling in desperation. After this was repeated twice more, Snowdrop was very close to sobbing with desperation.

"Hmm," Cupid mused with a naughty twinkle in his dark eyes. "With all that squirming and begging I'd almost believe that you really needed my cock in you right now, Snowdrop." He released his cock and reached up with his now-free hand to straighten the albino doe's glasses on her face, then loosened the scarf around her neck, letting her breathe a little easier. He slid the sheer silk from Snowdrop's neck, then tossed it with unerring aim onto the chair where his own clothing now lay strewn. Her head came up, her eyes wide and pleading, and his face descended to meet hers, their muzzles meeting in a kiss that would have melted permafrost.

As they kissed, Cupid hooked his arms beneath Snowdrop's hind legs, tilting them upward and back until her ankles were brushing her heaving chest. In the same movement, Cupid made certain that his hips followed the backward course of the nonanthro doe's legs, until his needy cock was pressed against the gates to her equally needy sex. Cupid broke their kiss then and leaned back, gyrating a little to let Snowdrop feel his penis stroking through the short fur just above her sex. The tiny reindeer schoolmarm's eyes lowered to where the object of her release lay, her eyes wide, her mouth open and sides heaving as she took in air like one who'd been drowning only moments before. Then a look of utter shock and fulfillment crossed the wide-eyed doe as her pupils dilated fully. This was accompanied by the slow, wet, luscious sound of a throbbing length of buck meat being pushed with agonizing languor into a desperately needy doe's pussy.

Cupid's dark eyes remained inscrutable as he watched Snowdrop's head fall back onto the pillows that lay strewn about his sleeping area, her back arching upward as her forelegs flailed at the ceiling as though she were trying to tread water. His smile was unflinching as he hilted himself inside of her, then pulled back with the same slowness he'd used to thrust in. His casual thrusting continued as he pressed his cream-furred pubis against the inverted sex of the thrashing, desperate doe, holding her down with ease, his long training over his years on Santa's team making him much stronger than Snowdrop, even when she was like this, heedless of anything but her long-sought pleasure. Then, driving himself almost brutally to the hilt, making Snowdrop cry out as another, lesser orgasm shook her petite quadruped body, Cupid ground his hips hard against Snowdrop's soaking sex, churning his cock around inside of her until she was already starting to climb upward toward her next climax. Then, as swiftly as he'd thrust inward last time, Cupid jerked his cock out, his precum oozing a little onto Snowdrop's soft bellyfur before he straddled her chest. In a moment Cupid's hands had caught Snowdrop's sensitive ears, pulling her head forward, sinking his cock dominantly into her pretty muzzle even as he took especial care not to injure the sweet tiny reindeer doe by pulling too hard.

"I'm going to cum in your muzzle, Snowdrop," said Cupid in his usual, calm voice as he arched his hips forward, filling Snowdrop's muzzle until the fur of his balls brushed the bottom of her chin, and then sliding back until just the head was left between her lips, leaking his honey chestnut-flavored precum onto her tongue. "And I'm going to cum on your face, too, because somehow I know that you'll look even prettier with a pearl necklace, if such a thing is possible."

Snowdrop moved her mouth, trying to say something, but Cupid just moved his hips forward again, distracting her attention between speech and trying to suckle on the tasty male-meat in her muzzle, leading to the end result of a muffled, pleasure-filled noise that made little sense but carried its meaning perfectly: Snowdrop was willing to do whatever Cupid wanted, just so long as he took care of her needs, too. She was too turned-on to resist whatever depraved acts he might want to commit upon her, and the normally shy and retiring schoolmarm was looking forward to it all. The more depraved and perverted, the better!

Cupid smiled then, the expression slowly extending across his muzzle until he looked almost wolfish. As he continued to slide forward and back, enjoying the erotic sensation of Snowdrop's soft chestfur stroking the tender spot at the junction of his legs, even more powerful sensations raced through him as Snowdrop began to suckle on his pistoning cock. She wasn't the most experienced muzzle Cupid had ever had, certainly, but her untouchable status as a schoolmarm, and the eager, earnest expression on her face as she did her very best to please him made the experience a delight that the dark-eyed buck would remember for a long time to come. Her lack of experience just meant that this was something she did for only a very few, and Cupid was one of that select number, a thought which sent as much of an erotic thrill through him as her hot muzzle squeezing around his thrusting cock did.

His hips never stopping their thrusting, even as the first tremors of pleasure that would build to his orgasm began to throb through Cupid's body, Cupid bent over and easily captured one of Snowdrop's large, slightly floppy ears between his lips. She shivered as he began a slow, sensuous nibbling at the tip (which was just about all he could reach from where he was positioned) before sliding his tongue into the extra-fine fur that lined the inner, pink parts. This sent an even more powerful shiver through Snowdrop's body, as well as a helpless moan of need, all of which translated directly into more pleasure for Cupid as every little movement of her body was telegraphed straight into his throbbing length pressed deep between Snowdrop's lips.

"You like this, don't you, Snowdrop?" Cupid asked as his cock slid back until only the seeping glans was still inside the doe's muzzle, his inscrutable smile still in place, utterly confident and absolutely in control.

"You like being slutty." And with that his needy, candy-flavored length slid back in, even as a thin trail of drool escaped the side of Snowdrop's muzzle as she worked to accommodate Cupid's cock.

"All day you decry and denounce all the general naughtiness that runs rampant among your students." This time the full in-out thrust was a little faster, the slurping sound of Snowdrop's suckling less pronounced.

"But secretly you love everything you publicly speak out against." Snowdrop moaned needily around Cupid's cock, looking up at him with eyes that begged him to stop abusing her, and to keep going at the same time.

"Well, Miss Snowdrop, you're all alone in an adult buck's room." Three quicker thrusts followed.

"Scandalous to even be here, don't you think?" Another long, drawn-out thrust, giving Snowdrop time to move her tongue against the underside, milking out more of Cupid's tasty precum.

"And yet you're here, sucking like a cheap streetwalker on the penis of said adult male." Cupid paused, resting one hand on Snowdrop's head as he let her move her muzzle about on his cock, allowing her time to be creative in pleasuring him.

"It makes you feel very slutty, doesn't it, Miss Snowdrop?" He bent and nibbled the tip of her other ear, drawing back and thrusting forward steadily now as he talked, putting his words in time to the thrusts, creating an erotic rhythm that Snowdrop matched eagerly with her bobbing muzzle.

"What would your students think, hmm, seeing their beloved teacher behaving in such a way? Why I think they'd be shocked." He chuckled. "Then they'd join in. All of them. Plodder, and Blaze, and even Skyclimber. And that's just who would have you first. There's a lot more of them old enough to know what to do with a doe in need, and most of them are just outside this room, ready to glance in at any moment."

Snowdrop's eyes squeezed shut at the images brought to her by Cupid's words, a clear picture of her sandwiched between Blaze and Plodder, the handsome buck with the white stripe from which he took his name lying on his back beneath her while the larger and incredibly well-hung male who'd nearly bred her against her will had his way with her at last, both of them crammed tightly inside her smooth pink honey pot, stretching it wider than she thought was really possible, at the same time that Skyclimber - a doe of all things! Was there no end to the depravity? - licked eagerly at the older doe's little pink nipples, making them perk with arousal and need.

Suddenly the pretty schoolmarm's eyes popped open as she realized that the feeling coming from her nipples was much more real than it should have been. A quick glance revealed that one of Cupid's hands was still resting on her head, where it should be. But the other one had slid back along her soft white bellyfur, stroking the warm firmness beneath, until it reached her exposed teats and began to stroke their four sensitive nubs, circling them one by one and then giving a light pinch at the very tip, just hard enough to make her gasp with the feeling. Snowdrop's eyes then grew wide as she realized that Cupid's naughty hand wasn't stopping there, but was instead sliding further down, between her legs, towards the sopping wet jewel of her female secrets.

"Mmm!" Snowdrop tried to exclaim around the thick maleness filling up her muzzle, kicking her hind legs in futile resistance, but Cupid's hand between her ears just held her steady until her feeble struggling ceased, as his hips kept up their constant thrusting.

"Just take it, Miss Snowdrop," said Cupid, still cool as a summer sausage, addressing her properly even as he rutted her mouth. "You want to taste my cum in your mouth, don't you?"

"Mmm," whimpered Snowdrop, nodding her head a little, mindful not to hurt the tasty maleness she was still obediently suckling upon. She was enjoying herself too much to stop now, and they both knew it, however much she might feign reluctance or resistance. The sweet moisture that even now was dripping into her tail from her sex was a solemn witness to this fact.

"I could just keep doing this for a very long time, Snowdrop," said Cupid, his eyes narrowing as he began to speed up his thrusts, his nostrils flaring wide. "I'm trained for endurance, and not just in running and flying. But we don't have days, or even hours. So you'll get your treat soon enough, just you wait."

Snowdrop was shocked and horrified to find herself salivating even more at the thought of guzzling the dark-eyed buck's potent reindeercum. But the taste of his precum was sweet, and so intoxicating there had to be some magic involved. She gave a muffled squeal as her sex was finally invaded by Cupid's probing fingers, her back arching upward as he deftly manipulated her, playing Snowdrop's nerve endings like a finely-tuned instrument in the hands of a master musician, stroking the pink parts around her soaking wet vagina until they glistened redly with the most intense arousal, her slightly inset clitoris, typical of tiny reindeer, throbbing at full extension from its little hood like a precious pearl clutched tightly in the grip of an oyster. At first Cupid carefully avoided touching this needy little mini-penis, his thrusting hips getting steadily rougher and more erratic as he rubbed his fingers on either side of Snowdrop's dripping slit, making her moan and wriggle despite all her convictions that she wouldn't do so, that she'd be strong. But then the dark-eyed buck's fingers slid upward, dragging out the motion with agonizing slowness, letting Snowdrop realize fully what was about to happen, and letting her know that there was nothing she could do to stop it as the first warning bursts of sweet pre-ejaculate began to flood her muzzle. Then, just as Cupid's fingers finally settled over her hyper-sensitive clitoris, quickly settling into a brisk rubbing that sent a host of near-electrical shocks through Snowdrop's nervous system, the snowy-furred doe hollowed out her cheeks, sucking hard and fast as she bobbed her head, giving as good as she got in her eagerness to drain this sweet tormentor dry.

Cupid gave a soft groan, his butt tightening as pleasure shot through his system, and pushed his hand downward, until he was grinding the base of his palm against Snowdrop's clitty, his fingers curling inward to invade her clenching slit, finding out all her secret places of pleasure so easily, and laying their frayed nerve endings bare until Snowdrop finally cried out, almost screaming around Cupid's suddenly-pulsing cock! She retained only just enough presence of mind to swallow as her muzzle was flooded with Cupid's cum, the sticky sweet taste driving her mad along with the plunging fingers in her soaking sex and the grinding palm pressing against her pulsing pearl.

For several long moments the room was filled with the sounds of Cupid huffing loudly as he finished emptying his first load of the evening into Snowdrop's pretty muzzle, the slurping and pleasured moaning sounds of Snowdrop eagerly swallowing every drop, and the startlingly loud squishing noises that came from where Cupid's hand was still stroking and rubbing Snowdrop's tender pink parts, making her almost sob with the intensity of pleasure that pulsed through her body whether she willed it or no. And then, finally, the moments passed, and the two lovers came to themselves.

"That was fun for a first go," said Cupid with a smirk and a wink as he slid his hips back, letting his shrinking member slip from between Snowdrop's lips. Snowdrop blinked several times at this, stunned into silence for a time by the orgasms that had just shuddered through her body.

"F-first go?" she whispered, sounding both frightened and eager at the same time.

"Oh, yes," said Cupid as he stepped off of Snowdrop's chest, then crawled around until he was between her legs, admiring the sticky mess his fingers had made with her copious juices. "First of all, you need to be cleaned, dripping juices all over like that. Second, I'm looking forward to cumming in your sweet little cunny. And third, there's a special surprise waiting for us all tonight, and I want to be buried to the hilt inside of you when it comes."

"Surprise?" Snowdrop managed to get out after several tries, her voice not responding quite as well as it normally did. "What kind of . . .?"

"You'll see," said Cupid with a mysterious smile as his muzzle descended between Snowdrop's uplifted legs, his tongue sliding out to start lapping across the soft fur of her rump, cleaning off the extensive wetness that had gotten everywhere when she'd cum only moments before.

Snowdrop was utterly unable to make any coherent sounds after that first question as Cupid began his next oral assault. All she could do was writhe on the soft comforter, thrashing her small antlers against the pillows upon which she rested her head as he made certain to clean up every last drop of her juices, sending tingles of intense sexual anticipation through her with every rasp of his slightly rough, broad reindeer tongue. She squirmed as he licked all over her smooth-furred rump, even dipping beneath her little tailstub and into her tight little pink tailhole for a moment, making her thrill at this forbidden contact. Then his tongue began to get to work on Snowdrop's inner thighs, his lips nibbling the sensitive inner sides of her hocks, then moving gradually downward until he was slurping his way noisily around her once-again drenched sex. The albino doe gave a shrill cry of pleasure as Cupid's broad tongue made a slow, drawn-out swipe up and over her wetness, then plunged in with his talented, greedy muzzle that nibbled and licked at her poor little pink places until she was beside herself with pleasure-dazed delirium. His hands with their long, slender fingers wrapped around her ankles, and Snowdrop's belly heaved with gasping anticipation as she waited for him to plunge into her achingly tight, long-neglected pussy. But instead Cupid just smiled, then rolled the snowy-furred doe onto her side.

"Get your rump up in the air, Miss Snowdrop," Cupid said in a kind but nevertheless commanding voice. "I want to breed you in proper tiny reindeer fashion."

Snowdrop couldn't move fast enough as she scrambled about, hoisting her bottom up while Cupid got to his feet, grasping a pillow between her forelegs and propping her head upon it, ready to bite the soft cushion if the pleasure became too much for her to bear without screaming, as she somehow knew it soon would become.

"My, but you're so very tight, Miss Snowdrop," said Cupid teasingly, one hand probing gently at her female opening while the other stroked his member to full hardness, coating it down with his own dripping juices. "Obviously you don't get bred often enough. I shall have to correct this oversight, and be certain to repeat it very, very often in the future."

Snowdrop's tail jerked skyward the moment she felt Cupid's hand sliding beneath it. She could only moan in response to his words, hoping and praying that he would do as he said, and breed her roughly, filling up her needy places to the brim with his potent tiny reindeercum. It had been so long since she'd felt like this, and she was so needy for that feeling again that it was starting to hurt.

"Please don't tease me!" Snowdrop gasped out, her voice a desperate sob as she felt Cupid's fat cockhead rubbing against her soaking pink slit, wriggling her cute, smoothly rounded bottom upward, trying to press her sex back against the tormenting organ even as her juices flowed copiously down her thighs, making a steadily growing wet spot on the comforter. "Please, I beg you: I need your cock! I'll do anything . . ."

"As you wish," said Cupid with his usual inscrutable smile. His hips tensed for a moment, and then his cock surged forward, parting the gates of the quadrupedal tiny reindeer's sweet female treasures and plunging deep, deep inside.

Snowdrop squealed, biting into the pillow to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs in ecstatic release, cumming almost instantly for the first of what would be many, many times as she was filled up to the brim by Cupid's cock, just as she wished. Cupid, for his part, actually winced a little, showing some genuine emotion as Snowdrop's achingly tight pink pussy clenched down around his throbbing member. It felt almost as though Snowdrop's cunny was going to cut him in half, so tight was her little pussy. He could see how much he stretched her open with his relatively short but quite thick cock, and he relished the sight of how her pussy clutched so tightly at his member as he drew slowly back, only to drive himself back in to the hilt, his balls slapping noisily against her clitty and making her cry out once more as another wave of orgasm swept over her.

"Miss Snowdrop," said Cupid, his normally calm voice showing signs of strain, "you really need to get mated more often. But don't worry: I have exactly what you need right . . . here!"

And with that Cupid began to pound mercilessly away at the snowy white tiny reindeer's tight little bottom, loud liquid noises filling the room along with the passionate cries of two highly aroused tiny reindeer rutting like the animals they were with everything they had to give.

SMACK!

"Forty-huh-four," Blaze managed to gasp out. He'd cum twice in the intervening time since the start of his spanking. It blew his mind as much as it blew his cock how much he'd enjoyed what should have been a punishment. After all, weren't punishments supposed to hurt?

SMACK!

"Forty-five," and with this harsh whisper, Blaze realized that it did kind of hurt. But the throbbing in his poor abused backside just seemed to make the sensitivity of his whole body go on edge, especially in his cock. And every open-handed slap to his upturned rump just made his cock slide through the wonderful smooth fingers of his tormentor. The young buck had cum twice while in Prancer's gentle clutches. The first time had snuck up on him before he realized what was happening. The second time he'd fought it with all the willpower his young life could afford. But Prancer would have none of that, and paused just long enough in his spanking to slip a finger into Blaze's tailhole to tickle his prostate. That was all it took, and Blaze went into orgasmic convulsions for long minutes, draining his balls dry, until Prancer finally let him stop cumming by withdrawing the invading finger. But that had been almost a dozen hard ones ago, and Blaze found that he was erect again, his cock rubbing between Prancer's expert fingers, which were as soft and smooth as a girl's.

SMACK!

"Forty-six," Blaze breathed out with a deep sigh of relief, his whole body going as limp as a dishrag on the sheets of the bed as the punishment reached its conclusion.

"And one to grow on," said Prancer with his usual bubbly voice, bringing his startlingly strong hand down on Blaze's butt with a loud final SMACK! that made the poor abused buck squeal like a cumming doe.

Prancer paused for a long moment, admiring his handiwork while the formerly macho buck bully, still bent over the edge of the bed with his firm rump up in the air, sobbed quietly with the realization of his utter domination washing over him, making his cheeks flush with rage and shame. The flaming gay buck couldn't help but give an appreciative whistle at Blaze's bright pink bottom, the glow of his burning buttocks coming through the thick white fur of his reindeer rump. Prancer also couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the firmly muscled rump, making Blaze whine and wriggle cutely as his sensitized bottom sent strange tingles up his spine and down into his cock.

"Y-you used me!" Blaze suddenly blurted out, his eyes conveying all the hurt of this injustice as he looked up at Prancer. "You're making me into a faggot!"

"I'm not done using you yet, cutie," said Prancer sweetly. "And honestly, if you're homosexual, I'm just the one who brought that fact to your attention. It would probably explain why you're so keen on hurting people: all that inner conflict, with you trying to prove that you're a tough guy all the time, while secretly you need a good hard cock up your tailhole, certainly seems to me like a way to make for a really frustrated lifestyle. Lying to oneself always does that kind of thing to a guy. Trust me: I know. Oh, and don't use the word 'faggot,' please. It brings back painful memories of an unfortunate incident in England that I'd really rather forget."

As Prancer said this last, his eyes briefly drifted to a woodcut of a handsome human male on his picture-filled wall. Blaze used these precious seconds to try and squirm out of the padded cuffs holding his arms behind his back. But the bonds were too well-made for even the strong young buck to get anywhere, and before long he felt Prancer's arm encircling his waist, pulling him up onto the bed.

Positioning Blaze on all fours, with his face on the pillows and his rump up in the air, making the abused buck feel very exposed indeed, Prancer began to gently stroke the frightened young male's back, rubbing gently at his tensed muscles to help the poor boy calm down.

"Relax, Blaze," said Prancer in a soothing voice, bending down to nuzzle the helpless male's cheek affectionately. "You're much too tense. This is a party, after all, and you really need to try and enjoy yourself."

"I'm not a faggot!" sobbed Blaze, turning his head away from Prancer, trying to hide the tears that were flowing down his handsome face. "I'm not! I'm not!"

Prancer just smiled and nodded in understanding, knowing full-well what the poor boy was going through, having gone through it himself so many years ago, before he'd been chosen to become part of Santa's sleigh team. He bent his head a little more forward and easily caught Blaze's ear between his soft lips, nibbling the tender organ for a moment before sliding his tongue into the floppy tube of flesh, making Blaze gasp in unwanted pleasure.

"D-don't do that!" snapped the boy buck, his wide eyes turning to look at Prancer at last, fear and repressed, intense need reflected in his gaze. Then, timidly: "Please?"

"I'm really sorry, Blaze," said Prancer, his hand stroking Blaze's back like he might a cat. "But you've still got some serious issues that need resolving, and I'm going to have to do some deep extraction work before you're really fit to interact with people again. Right now you're so wound up, you might do something that you and a lot of other people'd regret later."

Blaze was going to respond hotly to this, but all that came out was a gasp as Prancer expertly rubbed the spot just above his tail, one of the loci where all the nerve endings of his spine met. It felt really good having somebody rub him there, and before he knew it Blaze was hiking his bottom up even more, his tail flicking up as high as he could get it, exposing his tight, pink, virgin tailhole to Prancer's lustful, appraising eyes.

"Oh, yeah," Prancer hissed softly as he wetted his lips in anticipation. "Real wound up." His gentle hand wrapped around Blaze's throbbing erection once more, giving it a squeeze and making the poor buck whimper, burying his face in the pillow to avoid looking at Prancer. "And so very, very tense. Hey, Blaze," Prancer addressed the buck he was disciplining, even as he moved behind the young male, letting him admire the stud-buck's cute, firmly rounded rump even better as he took one hand from stroking Blaze's back so that he could stroke his own needy, dripping erection, "take a look at the bedposts. I think you'll like what you see."

At first Blaze didn't do anything, so desperately was he trying to trying to deny the pleasure and the strange, unavoidable feelings Prancer was sending through his body. But finally curiosity and horniness, both powerful forces in the life of a young male of any species, won out, and he lifted his head from the pillows to look where Prancer had indicated. Almost immediately his eyes grew wide with a mixture of shock, fear, and arousal, though strangely enough arousal seemed to be winning out. On each of the four bedposts, cunningly situated so as to be easily ignored unless someone really wanted to see what was in them, were several mirrors. Each mirror was positioned carefully to allow an excellent view of almost all the events taking place on the bed, depending on which mirror upon which the eye fixed. Presently the mirror that Blaze was looking at gave a picture-perfect view of his upturned rump, the tail arched as high as he could get it, his temptingly tight tailhole nestled in virgin innocence like a pink star between the soft white fur of his rumpcheeks. He could also see Prancer's startlingly large erection as the more experienced tiny reindeer stroked his cock, getting it slick with peppermint-scented lubricant and his own copious precum.

"No!" sobbed Blaze, trying desperately to wriggle his bottom out from under Prancer's gaze, or maybe to lower his tail. Of course, since Prancer was still stroking the base of Blaze's tail, the latter wasn't an option, and the former effort just put on an erotic show for the older buck that made him all the more eager to sink himself into Blaze's untouched little tailhole. "Don't do this to me, you faggot! You can't!"

"Says who?" replied Prancer mildly, releasing his cock to pick up the bottle of lube and dribble a generous amount right above the little stub of Blaze's reindeer's tail. He set down the bottle on the floor next to the bed, then began to gently work the lube in with his slender fingers, making Blaze gasp and then begin to moan in arousal, despite all his protestations, his cock throbbing so hard it was starting to hurt. "You're lucky I'm not a spiteful person, by the way: I might have left off the lube to get back at you for still using the word 'faggot.'"

"Oh no, no, no . . ." Blaze began babbling to himself, near hysteria as he sobbed in frustration at his helplessness, his unfair (to his mind) treatment by a member of Santa's own team, and - worst of all - at how much he was enjoying everything that had happened and anticipating what was about to happen. He whimpered pitifully as Prancer carefully worked two fingers into his tailhole and began to move them around inside, stretching him out slowly and gently, while at the same time tormenting Blaze's much-abused prostate, requiring an act of supreme will on Blaze's part to keep from cumming at the intense sensations this sent tingling through his whole body. But Prancer seemed without pity, or perhaps this show of reluctance was just turning him on even more, as was most likely the case judging from the intensity of his minty-fresh erection.

"Keep those eyes open, Blaze," said Prancer, his voice a little husky as he slid his fingers out of the buck's bottom, taking his erection in hand to guide it forward. "I don't want you to miss a moment of the action."

Blaze couldn't help but obey, his eyes glued with unwavering, horrified fascination on the mirrored bedposts as he watched Prancer's long, thick reindeer cock move toward his exposed, vulnerable virgin tailhole, knowing there was nothing that could save him now, and not sure he'd have accepted the help even if there was. He winced a little as he felt and saw the fat, dripping tip of the dominating buck's cock pressing against his rear passage, gasping a little at how easily it began to part his well-lubed tailhole, stretching his prepped little bottom open and sending sensations that were so erotic they began to make his whole body tremble with need. Blaze finally broke down inside, admitting that whatever else he might do or say, he needed this. What was more, he wanted it, too. Prancer knew this. The slender, girlish-figured buck knew very well that he had Blaze exactly where he wanted him, and that all it would take was a little more pressure, and the well-muscled jock buck would lose his anal virginity, and love it, too. It was exactly for this reason that Prancer pulled back, drawing a desperate, pleading sob from Blaze before he could think to stifle it.

"You know," said Prancer as he quickly undid the cuffs holding Blaze's wrists behind his back, letting the buck's hands fall freely to the bed, "this seems too much like rape for my tastes. A young buck, all tied up, enjoying himself despite all his desires to the contrary as an older, more experienced male humps him for the first time: hot scenario, probably lots of fun to watch, but not my sort of deal."

Prancer slid easily around Blaze on the bed, cupping a hand beneath the buck's chin and lifting him up as he seated himself in front of the handsome tiny reindeer. Blaze just looked at Prancer with his mouth open, utterly unable to comprehend what was going on. His whole body felt like it was on fire with desperate arousal, his cock throbbed with painful need, and even his tailhole ached for something long and thick to stretch it open wide, plundering its virgin depths to the fullest. Blaze was the very picture of an unfulfilled, needy buck who would do anything for satisfaction. And despite all this, Prancer wasn't humping him!

"What . . .?" Blaze tried to get out, but Prancer kissed him then, his tongue sliding easily into the other buck's. Blaze returned the kiss without thinking, hungrily, desperate for any contact that let him rub his cock against his lover's soft fur as his tongue wrestled against Prancer's. Prancer was actually taller than Blaze, something he hadn't really noticed before when the other buck was on his knees, and kissing up into the other male's muzzle made Blaze feel so submissive it was driving him crazy with lust. And when Prancer's hands began to roam over his naked fur, Blaze nearly screamed with desperation, his back arching, his whole body trembling like a mare in heat.

"So needy," said Prancer softly, pulling back from the kiss to take a look at the buck whose will he'd so lovingly broken in order to remake him in a better mold. "Lie back, Blaze: I'm gonna make you feel really good."

Blaze obediently leaned back, his eyes growing wide as the heartthrob buck bent and easily took Blaze's prominent erection to the roots in his muzzle. Prancer pushed on Blaze's chest until the younger male was lying down, then turned and threw a slender leg over Blaze's chest, straddling him. Through all of this Prancer somehow managed to keep his muzzle firmly wrapped around Blaze's needy pink cock, sending unbelievable sensations through the buck's body while all the time not quite giving him enough stimulation to finally find release.

Letting his head fall back as his back arched once more, Blaze looked up just in time to have a drop of Prancer's thick, heady precum fall onto his cheek. Flicking his long tongue out to collect the offending droplet, and finding the taste not at all disagreeable, Blaze admired the other buck's cock for a moment, taking in the details of its throbbing veins full of rich heartblood, its smooth pink surface, the bulbous, human-like swelling at the end, and the plump balls that hung down just beneath the needy length. Then, giving in to the impulse, Blaze lifted his head just as Prancer's hips slid down, taking the older buck's peppermint-flavored cock deep into his muzzle, stopping just short of the point past which his gag reflex would kick in. He thrust his hips upward in time to Prancer moving his hips down, filling each others' muzzles to the brim. Blaze couldn't help but begin to drool heavily at this time, the thought of another male's cock in his mouth, giving that male the same kind of pleasure he was used to receiving, making his whole body seem to come alive with aroused excitement.

Prancer moaned in a very pleased fashion at this new level of pleasure, enjoying the erotic feeling of having an eager young buck sucking on a cock - his cock! - for the very first time. What Blaze lacked in experience he more than made up for with enthusiasm, and deflowering a virgin muzzle made Prancer's imagination go crazy. Grabbing Blaze's hips, Prancer easily reversed their positions, putting himself on bottom and Blaze on top, making sure never to miss a beat with his sucking muzzle, though Blaze had to pause for a moment as he adjusted to avoid choking on Prancer's stiff male meat. This new positioning made it all-too-easy for Prancer to reach up and grab Blaze's firm, tight bottom and plump balls. Squeezing the firm seed sacs gently between the fingers of one hand, stroking them with infinite care and ever-so-lightly brushing the tips of his black fingernails from the very back to the very front, Prancer soon made certain that Blaze's testicles were well stimulated, coaxing more seed from them for the time when Prancer finally let the boy buck blow his top, prolonging the pleasure of that final burst to the utmost. Blaze seemed to catch onto this idea, and reached down with his own hands to copy the motions of Prancer's fingers with the older male's own balls. With his other hand Blaze stroked the portion of Prancer's slick length that he couldn't quite fit into his muzzle, sending a very satisfying little jolt through Prancer's body every time Blaze's palm bumped lightly against the base of his empty sheath at the end of every downstroke.

At the same time he was working on Blaze's balls, Prancer's other hand was hardly idle in its stimulation of Blaze's firm rump. Just the tiniest amount of light scritching at the base of Blaze's spine had the young buck's tail flicking up once more, exposing himself utterly to Prancer's view. Taking a moment to admire that view, Prancer gently stroked the boy's upturned bottom, running his fingers lovingly through the thick, soft white fur, making Blaze moan around the length of hot reindeer meat in his muzzle. His naughty fingers sliding inward, Prancer began to rub his fingers in a little circle around Blaze's slick pink tailhole, making the younger male start to relax the muscles of his rear passage even more. Slipping his forefinger easily into Blaze's well-lubed tailhole got a soft grunt from the boy buck, and a second finger plunging in and out a few times before sliding deep in to rub directly against the young male's prostate made Blaze's back arch in ecstasy, his whole body consumed with sensual pleasure.

A glance back into one of the mirrors on the rear bedposts gave Prancer a good picture of Blaze's face, and the sight made Prancer smile around the tasty reindeercock in his mouth. Blaze's eyes was nursing steadily on Prancer's big cock, looking for all the world like a fawn at his mother's teat, his eyelids with their long, snowcatching eyelashes almost closed as though he were fighting a losing battle with sleep - probably not far from the truth as Prancer thought about it, considering the situation. Sex took a lot out of a body, and if even half of what Prancer had heard about Blaze was true, the young buck just wasn't used to marathon-length bouts of sex like this one. Prancer got the feeling that as soon as Blaze came, he wouldn't be awake for more than a few seconds afterwards. Maybe long enough for a goodnight kiss, but that was all he could hope for. Thus, the older buck would have to make that orgasm count for everything. This was as much about helping Blaze be a better person as it was about sex, and Prancer didn't want to leave the job partially done.

Tasting the first heady spurts of sperm-rich precum that signaled the rise in passion that would soon become a full-fledged orgasm, Prancer carefully slowed down his sucking, easing the pressure of his muzzle back until he was certain that he could release the tasty reindeercock from his lips without making Blaze pop. With a little reluctance, Prancer opened his mouth and let Blaze's cock bob beneath his firm belly, causing the younger buck's eyes to open in surprise, drawing a deeply pleading whimper from his snowy-furred throat as he continued to suckle eagerly on Prancer's own cock, hoping that somehow this would entice Prancer to bring back the pleasure he'd been giving to Blaze before his sudden removal.

"I think you're ready to be deflowered now, Blaze," said Prancer, carefully extracting himself from Blaze's mouth, a little string of precum-laced saliva connecting the tip of his cock to the buck's lips for a moment after the younger male reluctantly relaxed the suction of his suckling. Prancer somehow got the feeling that if he hadn't explained the reason behind his withdrawal, Blaze probably wouldn't have let go with his muzzle at all.

Slipping nimbly out from under Blaze just as he slipped his fingers from the boy's greedy tailhole, Prancer got onto his knees and moved behind the eager young buck, whose tail remained hiked high and out of the way, leaving himself willingly exposed to Prancer's attentions. He was not to be kept waiting long, for only a moment later he felt the more experienced buck's gentle hands gripping his rumpcheeks, caressing them, squeezing them, parting them, opening him up for Prancer's pleasure, and for his own. Blaze had to look into the mirror on the bedpost, his attention rapt and unwavering as he saw Prancer's short, slender muzzle come into view, his long tongue extending to flick across the perfect rosette of his clean little tailhole, now a little red from the gentle stretching Prancer had already performed on him. Before long Blaze's head lowered to the bed, his rump thrusting high in the air as Prancer's tongue penetrated him, sending all sorts of wonderful sensations tingling through his body as the long oral muscle massaged the young buck's insides, sending him into worlds of pleasure he hadn't thought were possible. He had to grab a pillow when one of Prancer's hands began to fondle his dangling balls once more, squeezing the soft cushion tightly in his arms, but his eyes never left the reflection of his final moments of anal virginity, not wanting to miss a single event.

Pausing for a long moment to let them both catch their breaths, Prancer slipped his tongue back and straightened up, his erection proud and prominent, slick with the remnants of the lubricant and from Blaze's oral attentions. Cupping his cock lightly in one hand, Prancer rested the other on Blaze's rump to hold the other male steady as he guided himself forward until the thick, flared glans of his cock was resting in the very dead center of the young male's virgin tailhole.

"I want to mate with you, Blaze," said Prancer in a voice that had finally lost its bubbliness, and instead was quite serious. "But I'm not going to do it without your permission. That other stuff was fun, but I don't want to take anything away from you that you aren't ready to give up."

Blaze lifted his head slowly from the pillow, looking over his shoulder at the slender male who'd punished him, dominated him, almost raped him, then caused him to suck cock like a female while Prancer did the same to him, and made him love every moment of it, from start to finish.

"You're giving me the choice now?" said Blaze incredulously, shaking his head a little. "After all that you've done to me? What else am I supposed to say after all of that? My cock's so hard it hurts and I'm more aroused than I've ever been in my whole life. I'm so turned on I can hardly think straight, and I'm sure if you push me much farther I'm going straight to la-la land. And now you're giving me the choice of whether to let you keep going?"

Prancer grinned, and Blaze returned the grin.

"I guess it is kind of an odd moment to pick for this," said Prancer with a chuckle. "But before I was just loosening you up to the idea, letting you get into the mood so your initial prejudices wouldn't get in the way. Now you've felt what it's like, you can make your decision from an informed perspective."

"Y-you talk too much," Blaze forced out, even as he wriggled his bottom invitingly, smiling over his shoulder at the taller male and thrusting out his hips a little more, pressing back until he felt his tailhole starting to part around Prancer's cock. "Hump me like a doe, Prancer. You're right: this is what I need."

Prancer smiled, then leaned forward over the younger male, until his muzzle rested gently on Blaze's shoulder. Blaze stretched his head back farther, and their muzzles met in a passionate kiss, their tongues sliding against each other for several long moments before they parted. Blaze rested his head on the pillow in his arms, his eyes eagerly fixed on the mirror that showed his hiney, and what Prancer was doing to it. Prancer took a firm grip on Blaze's hips, his jaw tightening a little as he tensed his body with momentous pause. Then, as both bucks shared a long, slow exhalation, Prancer thrust forward, his cock sinking easily to the hilt in Blaze's smooth pink tailhole, deflowering the buck at last.

"Oh yeah," gasped Blaze, burying his muzzle in the pillow while his eyes stayed fixed on the mirror. "Do me hard!"

Prancer was more than happy to comply.