Julia Daring Excerpt: Season's Breedings
Story by ComfortableCreatures on SoFurry
Apparently saying I would take a break from writing was a lie. I really wanted to do something Christmas themed and I wanted to make it short. I bounced ideas around for a couple days and wrote this in the last couple hours.
All while thinking I wouldn't get it done, be too busy on Christmas day and it would just be yet another half finished draft in my folder of stories. Then I got it done!
This is NOT Julia Daring 2 (but it is canon) that is still coming out... eventually!
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Deep in the north there is a being who seems to exist only to bring cheer and presents to those who have been kind to others that year. Some believe this being to be a religious spirit, others believe he is an eccentric mage. But all the most powerful mages, many bitter at not receiving his gifts, have tried to capture him, none have succeeded.
By all accounts he is a jolly fat human in a red coat, pulled in a sled by a massive deer. Supposedly he lived in the farthest, coldest reaches of the north.
While fellow humans were far from my type, if he is some kind of deity or spirit then I needed to satisfy my curiosity and an expedition was funded.
We spent days trekking across the frigid north, just when we were about to reach our limit and give up, I suddenly lost track of my group and found myself outside of a quaint series of buildings. A log cabin, a stable and a large building to the back that seemed to be some kind of workshop, judging from the old tools and raw materials littering the outside.
Seeking shelter I entered the log cabin and that is when I realized where I was. Sitting by the fire was the man himself, adorned in his red coat and sporting the friendliest smile I had ever seen, partially obscured by his bushy white beard.
I began to strip immediately, explaining my line of research. He stopped me though, calling me out by name, not Julia Daring, or any of my aliases I use when working with those who might not approve of my proclivities, but my real name. He even inquired as to how some of my children were doing, by name as well. Children who only me, my trusted staff, their fathers and their siblings even know exist. This was definitely him.
He explained that he was happily married and that his wife was in the kitchen, making a big meal for him before he left later tonight to begin his yuletide tradition. He told me some mysteries will just have to remain just that, mysteries and that I should take solace in that I tried my best.
Then he laughed, a laugh that seemed to warm me to my very core, he told me I would not leave empty handed however, that I would receive a gift far more to my liking than a night with him.
With a wave of his hand, I was gone. It took but a moment to realize I had been transported to the stables. My clothes were gone, I was laying face down on a padded block, my legs and arms bound to the sides of it.
All around me were other stalls, each with a massive female deer inside. It was plainly obvious, these stalls contained the doe’s that belonged to the stag that pulled his sled, by the smell, it was breeding season for them and from my position on a breeding stand… I was next.
The stag entered, he was huge, bigger than the females, bigger than a horse. His head drooped low, a smile curving over his muzzle. There was an intelligence behind his eyes, though he did not, or could not speak. To his credit, I didn’t speak either, we both knew what the other wanted and he wasted no time in giving me my gift. He mounted me, his size putting the centaurs to shame and knocking the wind out of me as he clambered onto me.
The mating was rough, it was fast and it was brutal. I had expected it to be like being under the centaurs once again, but it was different in so many ways. The thrusts were rhythmic rather than sporadic, a fast but consistent pace. Aside from that, his cock was larger and spread me nearly to my limits. His stamina was far more impressive too, not cumming until I had reached my climax at least a dozen times. On top of that, if it could even be believed, he was even rougher than the centaurs. He knew exactly how I liked it and didn’t hold back a little.
When it was over, I knew intrinsically that his seed would take root, the perfect gift for the girl who breeds with everything. The gift however was not over, when the jolly fat man entered the barn, he explained he would take me with him tonight and drop me off at home. He didn’t bother explaining how though, as red leather straps covered in bells magically animated, pulling me from the breeding stand and binding me to the bottom of his deer, my mouth wrapped around his member as my legs and arms were wrapped around his torso. The deer’s every movement after that would drive his member further into or back out of my mouth. I did my best that night to work his shaft with my tongue, trying to pay the orgasms he gave me back. I was rewarded several times for these efforts, my belly full of deer sperm by the time I was returned to my home…
Conclusion: While the spirit of giving himself remains a mystery, the deer he employs certainly is capable of breeding humans, as my twin sons attest to. However, only those deemed worthy of such a gift will ever find his workshop in the frozen north...