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December 16th. The cold night air was alive with gently falling snow as a young snow-jacket clad man in his early twenties walked from one wooden building to another. Nick Claus headed to the stables of his father's workshop at the North Pole. He'd been told by Dasher, one of his father's eight (nine on occasion if one counts Rudolph) magic, ageless reindeer cows, to come to her stable after he had finished his shift of Christmas preparation for the night. She mentioned something about “relieving some pent up stress" and “helping him feel better"... whatever that meant. But who was Nick to turn down that offer? He had been feeling rather crummy the past few weeks due to extra shifts and the rush of getting things ready for Christmas, so maybe this meeting with Dasher would do him some good. What was the worst that could happen?

A few short moments later, Nick entered the main stable building, the inside air warm and inviting. Dirt and hay were trod upon beneath his feet as he walked past the reindeers' stables: Blitzen, Cupid, Vixen, among others. They were all empty, as the reindeer had been preparing for Christmas, too. But Dasher had taken it upon herself to take a small break for the time being. Nick walked up to her stable door, seeing the antlered brown and white reindeer laying down on the far side of her stall. She was distinguished by the lighting bolt-shaped markings below her golden eyes. Her lips curled into a welcoming smile as she rose to her cloven hooves.

“Hey, Nick," she said as the human opened her stall door and entered, sitting down on a bale of hay. “Glad you could make it."

“Hi, Dasher," said Nick. “So what is it you wanted to see me about?" Dasher smiled even wider as she chuckled silently to herself.

“Nick," said the reindeer as she got up and walked towards the human. “I know the holiday season always makes you stressed out. All that counting and checking and filing and all that must really do a number on you." Nick slumped back against the wall of the stall with a heavy sigh.

“Yep," said Nick. “That they do. So before you mentioned relieving all this stress. What did you have in mind? Like a comforting talk or a massage or something?" It was then that Dasher's expression turned a lot more… suggestive, with half-closed eyes and a sultry smile.

“I was thinking of something far more… intimate," purred Dasher. Instantly Nick began to panic a small bit as his heart rate sped up and he broke into a sweat. “Have you ever… been with a girl before?"

“Well, I-I mean a c-couple times," stammered Nick, fear beginning to creep up his spine. “But it wasn't meant to be. Just what are you implying?"

“My God, you're a dense one, aren't you? I'm going to help you ease up a bit by sexually servicing you. There, I spelled it out for you, happy?"

“Well, maybe happy isn't the right word," said Nick. “More like anxious."

“See, this is exactly what I'm talking about," said Dasher as she got closer to nuzzle the young man. “Relax. I just want to make you feel better. Hell, your dad used to do this with all of us when he was your age."

“Really?" asked Nick incredulously.

“Yeah, so don't think I'm doing this behind his back. If anything he'd be a bit proud of you." The idea of his father being proud of him getting freaky with one of his own magic reindeer didn't exactly have its desired effect on Nick. But if this was how it was going to be, then fuck it. Maybe this unorthodox form of therapy would actually work.

“Okay, why not?" said Nick with a shrug.

“Perfect," said Dasher with a perk of her ears and a wiggle of her tail. “So what is it you want first? This is all about you." Nick began to think, both about his service and the ramifications of what he was about to do. There was no going back now. But if his dad used to do it in his day with no harm done, what was the harm in this?

“I'm thinking a blowjob." said Nick finally.

“Just a blowjob?" asked Dasher with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression. “You could have soooo much more, you know."

“Just a blowjob for now. Starting off small, you know?"

“Whatever you say," said Dasher. “You think you could lower your pants and underwear?"

“Sure." said Nick. At first felt a bit apprehensive, but fought it back and lowered his lower garments to his knees. Dasher looked down at his groin to observe his flaccid penis only to widen her eyes and let out a small gasp.

“What is it?" asked Nick.

“Nothing's wrong, it's just… you didn't tell me you were so big! No offense to your old man, but yours may be bigger!"

“Thanks?" asked Nick, unsure if he should take her comparison of his penis size to his father's as a compliment. “So what NOW!!!"

Dasher's tongue had caused his outburst as it's warm, wet, and flat surface ran up from the tip to the base. The taste and smell had already caused her to revert to a more primal, lustful state. And if anything, the single lick only confirmed it: he was indeed bigger.

“Holy fuck," sighed Nick, grabbing hold of the hay bale he was sat upon. “This is fucking amazing." Dasher smiled as she continued licking his cock, watching it grow more and more hard. She looked up at Nick, loving how his cute face contorted with exquisite pleasure. In almost no time, Nick's penis was at full hardness, throbbing with need.

“Told you you'd feel better," said Dasher with a smirk. “I'm going to put it in my mouth, okay? Just tell me if you want me to speed up or slow down or whatever, alright?"

“Alright." said Nick, leaning his head back. Why in the everloving hell didn't he do this sooner?!

Dasher took the tip of Nick's cock in her mouth and twirled her tongue around it, causing the human to moan out loud in bliss.

“Fuck!" moaned Nick as he tensed. If her licking was amazing, then this was tenfold that. It only increased when Dasher began to slowly work more of the cock into her muzzle. She looked up at Nick, once again enjoying the look on his face. Santa had grown a bit… pudgy and wrinkled with age, but Nick was the splitting attractive image of his father when he was his age. Dasher soon fit the whole cock in her muzzle, moaning around it as she began to suck and bob her head. Nick moaned yet again as bliss took over his entire being, his cock held tight in a warm, wet embrace. Dasher smiled at the sound, knowing how well her plan to help him was working. Her tongue pushed his cock up into the roof of her mouth, rubbing it against the ribbed surface and increasing the stimulation even more.

“Dasher!" shouted Nick, looking down at the reindeer as he grasped the sides of her head in each of his hands. “I'm gonna cum! I want to do it inside, can I move your head?" Dasher gave a wink as her mouth was rather preoccupied.

In an instant, Dasher was taken by surprise as he began to thrust her head and his cock simultaneously. The rigid flesh went deeper than before, and lewd slurping and slapping sounds sounded from the force of Nick's thrusts. Nick looked Dasher in the eyes as his release grew ever closer. All nervousness he previously had was gone, instead replaced by a burning desire for pleasure. An intense pressure built up in his loins, as did a pulsing throbbing. He stroked the reindeer on her head and behind her ears as additional thanks for pleasuring him the way she was. At last, his dam burst, sending surge after surge of cum shooting into Dasher's mouth. She eagerly gulped it all down, savoring the musky taste and thick consistency. It'd been years since she'd had a good taste of cum, and needless to say, she was satisfied… for now, at least.

Dasher pulled off Nick with a gasp for air as the human fell back and slumped on the hay bale. She smiled and licked her lips clean of any stray semen.

“So? How do you feel?" asked Dasher with a smirk.

“Fucking amazing," panted Nick. “Any chance we could do this again sometime?"

“I've got an even better offer: you get to spend a session with each of us each night until Christmas Eve. Sound like a plan?"

“Fuck yeah!" exclaimed Nick as he rose, feeling renewed at the thought of more sexy shenanigans with the other members of the team.

“Good. I'll tell the girls tomorrow. For now, you go along and go to bed or whatever it is you normally do at this time."

“Yes, ma'am," said Nick in a faux-military manner as he exited the stall. “Thank you for this, Dasher. I really needed this."

“You're welcome, Nick. And thank you for being the first great piece of man meat in a while. See you later."

“See you." said Nick with a smile as he turned and headed for the stable doors. Something told him this was going to be one hell of a series of nights.