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Begun on:

?, ?, ?2013/?Sunday, ?December 20, ?2015

Story By:

Hid Ras Fallar, A,K,A, Fallar Rasyre.

Holiday Deer Games.

!!!WARNING DISCLAIMER!!! :

Read at your own discretion.

This story contains sexual interactions, between a human, non-humans (Anthro's), a male and herms, and possibly other things too numberious to list. The author takes no responsibility for, personal enjoyment that may/may not cause or result in damages to personal property in form of a happily and/or enjoyably caused and/or generated sticky mess(es) from either over excitement or relief of said "Excitement" on or upon yourself, others, or personal properties.

If you are not bothered by or like the aforementioned, listed things, then I've just one final word to say to all you furry/scaly/smooth skinned, horny lil sicko's...

Enjoy!

>^.^<

Prologue:

A unexpected siting...

Dammit, alone and having deal listening to all this bullshit of "Happy Holidays" or "Merry Christmas!" and all that junk. Never mind it's hardly anything but for me!! The man huffed and scowling, sat back in his recliner, having repositioned it. He didn't notice however, the clock suddenly going on the fritz. What he _DID _however notice... Was the sudden, if subtle, sound of bells.

A mere moment before movement caught his eye and he looked, only to stare at what he saw... Santa and his reindeer, coming to land on his neighbor's rooftop.

* * *

As insane as it was, improbable and impossible, there they were. A harsh pinch assured himself that he WAS NOT, imagining this event. He stared, watching the wizened but happy elf scamper about his yearly task, neither appearently aware or noticing the human watching from the adjacent house. As the elf vanishes into the chimney for his usual deed, the team caught his attention.

He's left staring, at eight pairs of heads, eyes equally focused... Upon him. He shivered and watches the small creatures, he almost swore how they behaved together was like they were talking to each other, but that was crazy! ...Well, he thought briefly, crazier then Santa Claus being real.

Alan is left to watch for the better part of five minutes, before the elf returned from the chimney, got back in and with that, took off again. Leaving the man to stare and blink, asking to himself aloud, "Did that just fucking happen......?"

Chapter One.

Choosing to discount it and chalk it up as some sort of strange, foreign and weird hallucination with an unknown source. Alan settled in for sleep, casting repeated glances at the other rooftop, where the snowfall was rapidly covering the evidence of that mythical entities appearence.

Unnoticed by him, his chimney downstairs was glowing briefly, then returned to normal. A single and brief tingling of a delicate bell followed.

The next morning he got up and grumbles, making his way downstairs and sighed, stretching to crack his back. the complexion the man owned could be for several ethinic groups. But, his origin was a mixture of Islander and what in other places might be called Afrikcan.

As he made his way for his coffeemaker, he failed in his usual morning grogginess, to notice the eight pairs of eyes following him out of sight. Several near silent snickers, giggles and rumbles followed. Alan sighed and then retrieved his favorite mug and poured a cup of the stuff he filled his machine with yesterday.

As he raises the cup for his mouth he pauses, frowning as a sluggish thought trickles through his brain. Shrugging as he sipped his coffee, mulling over the thought of what was bothering him. He then notices a pretty bow left upon his counter, partially undone and... Eight bowls in his sink?

"What the sam fa..." He blinks and took a hearty swig of coffee before approuching his sink and looking at the contents. He didn't have any bowls like these, festively adorned and rather nicely so he had to admit. He then heard a brief and muffled tinkle of metal.

"Shh, shh, shh!" soft laughter was made as the human came back into his living room, wearing little more than a tan pair boxers and a muscle shirt, his rousing mind rapidly working up, he then leapt with fright and screamed in startlement, as eight happy voices chorused loudly and gaily, "MERRY CHRISTMAS, ALAN LIVEWELL!!!"

***

Alan shrieked in alarm, whipping around and tripping over his rug, sending him tumbling over his couch and right into a suddenly open pair of thick and fuzzy arms. 'Nice muscles...' He had time think, before he landed with a muffled, "Oomph!" that was mirroed by what he landed on, accompanying a giggle. He then yanked his head up with a gasp for air, blinking as he realized his head had been smothered by a prominently bountiful and plump bosom of white and golden brown. His gaze then travels upwards, until he finds himself slack jawed and staring at the owner of the breasts that smothered him, and eight more similar cervid figures, smiling brightly upon him.

"Guh, Whua, Gurr...?" He mumbled unintelligibly, much to the eight strangers continued mirth. "Don't do so well in the mornings, eh, Mister Livewell?" The smallest and most petite one giggled, earning a admonishing goose by another, which she mock yelped about, before wiggling her bottom. The taller saying in loving admonishment, "Oh, hush, Vixy. Your no better!"

The man stares as the group shared the laughter of teasing the littlest one as she pouts and says grumpily, "Hey! I cannot help it that eight months isn't enough down time!" The one holding Alan sniggered and says back to her, "You get all the down time you need, under the rest of us!" That comment provoked a bewildered, "'Under the rest of us'?" That brought several their attentions back to him. The biggest one chuckles and places a hand on the two beside her, while the one under him rolled her hips to the suggestion of, "Hey, Dancer, give him a l'il notice, since he seems a little dazzled to have noticed it yet."

Alan's rather startled to feel the heavy bulge of what he thought should been a feminine crotch. His brain fully woke up about then, and finally noted the most notably shared trait of these-he was suddenly aware now-reindeer. Every single one, from the largest, to the smallest, were all, quite plainly and blatantly, hermaphrodites. This fact makes him blanch a bit, as he glances back and then at the one-Dancer, was it?-holding him, bats hir eyes coquettishly.

Alan squeaks softly, before coughing and clearing his throat, with a notable edge of panic. "C-can you leggo of me, please?" The others gave various sounds of disappointment, while Dancer pouts at him, but complies. "You don't want your Christmas presents, Mister Livewell?" He scowls immediately and snapped at them, "Stop calling me that! My name is Alan or Lan! _MISTER _Livewell, was my father." The group gave a soft, 'Ooo!' in unison, making him grumble.

He then blinks as the group laughs and then they crowded around him, making him blush as they began introducing themselves one after another. "Hiya, I'm Dancer." "I'm Dashing, 'sup, cutie!" "I'm Vix, the-" A chorused and laughed group comment interrupted, "The lovely slut of the herd!" which causes the poor herm-doe to blush heavily and step back. The introductions resumed, "I'm Prancer, don't mind the size, I'm the stud of the group!" "You wish, thats Blizt's claim! Hiya! I'm Cupid, heeey, my eyes are up here! those are my nuts!" "I'm Dona and this my twin Comely." The pair kissed the dazed human's cheeks. The last and the obviously biggest of the group, the aforementioned Blizt chuckles and shook his hand softly. "And, again, since SOMEONE already introduced me ahead of the line... I'm Blizted." The group then laughed and said in unison, "And we're here to stay with you, for the rest of the year!"

***

Alan sat, looking at the group of hermy reindeer, whom sat in various positions and places, ears all focused solely upon him, while he muled this all over, going on for ten minutes now.

He finally cleared his throat and said, cautiously, "Sooo... All this, because I SAW you and err... Santa, delivering presents?" Two of them were being particularly distracting... One fondling her (Was that Dancer, or Dona?) big breasts, while another was lazily stroking-that has to be Cupid-their fat sheath. Blizted chuckles and said lazily, tending to be the spokesdeer for the group. "Yup. Billions of happy folks, only about three hundred close calls. You were the lucky fella out. Why? Unhappy?" Blizt smiled, tilting hir head, leaning forward and 'accidentally' groping Vix's breasts.

Alan's cheek and brow twitched, coughing as he looks up at the ceiling to avoid the variously distracting and rather... intriguing displays. He was firmly straight, although, he had... experimented a couple times. Once or twice during his latter school years, and a third time immediately after college. None those times had been particularly entertaining or exciting.

He then cleared his throat and said, "Could you lot, stop doing... 'that' while we're talking?" Their came various sounds of displeasure and disappointment, including a pair of, "Spoilsport!" that surely came out the twins. He chuckles and counted to fifteen, then looks back down, the group having complied, although with much pouting at him. "So... I'm not saying I'm NOT happy with this, err, unanticipated gift. But, well... What am I gunna do with all of you? My place is only so big, ya know?" They looked around at each other, before saying, "Take turns and shifts?"

The group leaned into each other and murmur and whisper, considering and planning together. Then straighten and they all grinned at him. "Heeey, Lan... How'dya feel about Orgies?"

To Be Continued! (Sorryyy! X3)