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It was Christmas Eve and I was supposed to have been back ages ago. My GPS was busted at some point, no doubt thanks to the clumsy hands I would soon be eagerly abandoning. The best I managed was use brief glimpses of sunlight to guide myself northish. Every part of me ached from the temperature or starvation. If I didn't receive that last minute gift I have no doubt I would have been much worse off than I am now.

All hope of finding any sort of safety had faded. I was moments away from flopping down and taking a nap on a twelve inch mattress of snow. I knew at that point the blizzard would provide a blanket in minutes if not seconds. I would finally get some honest to god rest for the first time in weeks.

It was then that I spotted the red light in the distance. I ran through the strengthening blizzard with ease. When I realized that the light too was approaching fast a touch of fear rose up in me. I stopped and watched as it came closer. I was more afraid of hypothermia now than facing the strange sort of person who can see through blizzards. Though, if I'm being honest, the opportunities this meeting ended up giving me I could imagine abandoning a vacation in Hawaii for the very same gift.

A warmth rose up in my heart which I couldn't begin to explain. I began to move forward again, walking this time instead of running. A welcome calm replaced the storm as if to reward my newfound courage. By the time I could see him I'd even say the weather was pleasant. The old song came flooding back to me and I chuckled a bit.

Naturally my first assumption was hypothermia, but I stood there, still freezing half to death, in front of Rudolf the red nosed reindeer. I fell to my knees and my chuckle turned in to a brief a somewhat solemn laugh. Tugging at my gloves I pressed my unclothed hand to the snow. It felt real. It was all real. I looked back at Rudolf, he seemed apologetic as he stood nearer to me. At that moment I knew I was saved, but that the price for my safety would be a lofty one for most. Frankly I consider it a blessing. I was dying and there wasn't enough time to take me anywhere warm even at the speed of flying reindeer. So he put that red nose to work turning me into one instead.

Regret and determination covered his nose-lit face. Speaking fell by the wayside, where we were going we wouldn't need words. I could practically feel the audible crunches of hoof on snow as he got closer. There was a well earned arrogance to his canter. Looking down over me as I knelt before him he must have known I wanted what he had to offer. The smirk and nod I made towards him probably helped clue him in as well. His nose began to glow brighter. It was nearly blinding when he touched it to my own.

I let out a content sigh as the magic washed over me. The cold was all but banished as I felt the changes taking place. When I opened my eyes the light from Rudolf's nose was dim. This was also my first view of what a proper snout looks like in the first person. My smirk widened to a grin on either side of my expanding face. I could feel the fur sprouting all over underneath my thick clothes. Rudolf marched around to my back, he nipped at my changing waistline and got a hold of my heavy overcoat. Finally in his frustration and for lack of time he put those dextrous horns to use tugging off the thick jacket that trapped my now soon to be behooved form.

My upper body was finally set free of that mixed fabric mess. That's when I got to see my hooves for the first time. My forearms were just finishing up their changes and I could feel my boots getting more and more loose with each passing second. I pulled myself up from the kneel and kicked them off with ease. As my legs and forelegs changed and I put on much of the necessary mass I could feel my pants revealing that delightful to raise tail to the cool fresh air.

All it took was my pants falling down around my changed ankles for me to find out just how quick Rudolf of all the team was for welcoming a new member to the herd. With a sudden change in weight it soon became clear that I was mounted. I let out a very inhuman bellow, and he matched it with his own. His was much more dominant than my own, but given the situation that mismatch of cries was appropriate for the positions we both occupied then. As our cries of prepassion tapered off I looked back to him as best I could. He was smiling at me. I could feel myself raising that new tail of mine into the proper flying and team building position I would come to practice so often over the next few months.

Rudolf welcomed me to the team with a bestial grace. Lunging over me further I could feel as his smooth furred belly slid atop my rump with a well practiced fastidiousness. He was already nibbling at my growing horns, teasing the last of my changes, as I felt the numbing pleasure that naturally came from being hilted so soon after changing form. I could have been the millionth buck mounted that night and I still would have felt like I was getting special attention from that delightful prick. I could feel him sitting there, nary a thrust in sight, as his balls rested up against my own for a moment. I bellowed again and clenched at his length maleness. I was quite earnestly begging for a thrust. Something. Anything really.

Rudolf gave my brow a lick. It was a congratulations on his part to me. I was all reindeer now, and every inch of my rump was practically form fitted to that cock of his. He was waiting for that final moment to show me what he was able to dish out, and what I would no doubt be both capable and willing to take. My slender sex was harder than it had ever been before, and I was quick to add a few drops of whiteness to the already blanketed landscape. If I could speak then I would have begged and pleaded for it, but he just stood over me, balls deep, teasing me mercilessly with nibbles to my ears. Even the sound of his excited breaths drew me in. I'm embarrassed to admit it but I had fallen in love before Rudolf's second thrust.

As the revelation first donned on me it seemed like that wonderful buck was rewarding me for my mental proclamation. I could feel his weight shifting above me. His shaft slipped half out and I got a real sense of how long he was compared to my own changed member. I closed my eyes and braced myself like the imminently fuckable buck he had allowed me to become. He bit down, let out a rough breath against my neck, and drove forward with the kind of power and skill that allows mammals to fly. His cock was more than welcome in my pressed filled rump. He made himself at home right up next to my rear me more times than I could count.

Grunting and lewd slapping noises, punctuated by the occasional lusty bellow or moan, seemed to carry a lot farther than I would have liked in the calming weather. At first anyway. It was all I wanted to hear at all at that point in my life, and the concept of some hunter or hiker wandering in on our escapades filled me with just a touch of anxiety that Rudolf more than succeeded at chasing away with a few quickened thrusts. Every facet of his mounting enthralled me. From the musky stench of his crotch pressed tightly to my by then well used rump, to the feel of his hastening breaths flowing over the fur of my thickened neck, and finally the ever so wonderful feeling of being filled and filled again and again by that picturesquely masculine reindeer. I wasn't just a flying reindeer anymore. I was his flying reindeer. And I loved every minute of it.

All the while he still pounded away. There was pain of course, more than I'd care to admit, but every bit of it was worth it to have him inside me so completely. He pressed my tail back so far I couldn't lower it for days, though that early on in my new life I might just not have tried lowering it in all that time. I'm honestly not sure. What I was sure was him. Rudolf, in all his domineering glory, had thrust himself into the forefront of my mind. I began to define myself as not just a deer or buck, but as his easily and eagerly mountable friend and partner. Without any of the added perks that come from being on the most famous slay team in the world I still would crawl under that finely toned deer body in a heartbeat. Hell, I'll probably be doing just that after I finish sharing my story.

I felt like a doe in heat the way he claimed me. At this point his thrusting had picked up strength and speed thanks to a liberal spurting of pre that managed to spill out onto my thigh. I reeked of his minty cum. The moment I realized just how nice his seed happened to smell and feel inside me I made it a mission of mine to give it a thorough tasting over my no doubt long career. I would like to point out that this mission was an astounding success, and it's rewards were as delicious as they were numerously bestowed upon my, if I'm being frank, exceptionally skillful throat. I'm actually planning on making it a point to beat out my first year's record of number of buck's sucked off two fold. So wish me luck there. While the tastes of the rest of the team aren't quite as nice as Rudolf's I was quick to acquire an appreciation for the more natural flavor as well. Wait, where was I? Sorry, tendency to ramble and what not.

I was underneath the team leader taking it like it was meant to be. He was by far the most famous reindeer of them all, but somehow the thought of the others hadn't even crossed my mind. I suppose I was a little distracted turning my head as far as the new neck would allow to watch Rudolf plow away at me from what was, in my opinion, the best possible angle to watch such an act happen. As the others walked out into the clearing I could just barely smell them over the minty musk my mate had graciously provided.

Dance, Prancer, all of the rest of them watched with smiled on their faces. They were glad to have more help pulling the sleight tomorrow on the surface of things sure. Who wouldn't be? But as they watched Rudolf give it to me like it was the last day on earth they could tell firsthand they had another eager to present slut in their stables. I let out another cervine cry as if to thank Rudolf and the team for such an opportunity. He rewarded me with another nibble to the base of my horns and somehow quickened his pace even more. My hind legs were off the ground now, thanks in part to both my innate levitation abilities and his own forceful pounding away at my sweet spot.

I shook my head. It was all so much to take in. The insatiable need to have Rudolf become a permanent resident atop my rear was crowding out any other thoughts. So too were my new and visibly aroused companions surrounded our welcome to the herd ceremony though, and it didn't take me long to realize they too would become future residents of that soon to be oft mounted backside. Most of all however was the minty cum coated cock callously careening countless times deeply into my new body. Finally I climaxed. It was just too much pleasure to announce with a cry or a moan. All I could do was shudder and thank Rudolf that my flying abilities kicked on before my legs could give out. I flailed my new hooved feet exhaustively as my balls emptied themselves onto my belly fur and the snow. It felt like hours as I was introduced to just how many minutes long a Reindeer can find himself in the midst of a climax. Two and a half minutes of the most intense orgasm of my life convinced me that I wouldn't mind the lack of thumbs much at all.

That smug red nosed bastard can still read me like he could back then. The moment I started to lose myself was the exact time he decided to go all out as per my new body's wish. Feeling me clench at him tighter and tighter he showed me just what an experienced flier was capable of. Holding on tight with those ruggedly handsome forelegs of his he must have hilted and rehilted himself entirely a good three dozen times in the span of twenty seconds. Spurt after spurt of his seed filled me up. If the pre managed to leak out before I knew full well that he was going to end up making a mess of me. I was never so glad to be right in all my life. I was blushing so bright I felt as though I'd be able to take his job. It rushed from my backside and washed back over that wonderful set of equipment with a surprising force. I could sense that both our inner thighs were drenched with his cum and we were both reveling in every second of it.

Still all I could do was kick and shudder beneath him as he emptied the last of himself into my tailhole. I looked back and felt myself falling for him all over again as we both relaxed enough to touch down in a less cum covered patch of snow. The last of his seed spilled ouf o me as he pulled out. I felt nearly naked without that buck atop my back, and if I'm being honest that feeling still holds true today.

As a result I became a fast favorite of the team, which is mostly composed of males as dominant as Rudolf with the occasional switch like Dancer or Prancer to help relieve stress from time to time when either one is in the mood for a little tail raising fun. That's one couple I gotta say I'm a little jealous of, watching them make out with one another while they both get fucked is simply the cutest thing I've seen since moving to the North Pole.

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Sorry...got a little excited there. Anyway, you can tell the big man upstairs I'm quite content where I am now. Frankly your job working at his constant beck and call as an elf seems far less enjoyable. Having one day off is much more miserable sounding than having one day on like me. You won't hate me if I cut the story short will you? I've got a double date with Dancer and Prancer and they both said they've been wanting to try something new with me. You can watch if you want to, I can't blame you.