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Part of the Team

Part One of "Reindeer Games"

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

A warm, rosy glow settled over the snowy landing strip as the flight came in for a landing. The craft was a little wobbly in the descent, as one member of the flight crew was quite new to the job, but aside from a slightly greater bump than normal at the touchdown, the final landing was almost flawless. A moment later the red-suited pilot hopped out and began to inspect his craft. Several green-suited ground crew personnel soon joined the portly pilot, and they joined in a thorough post-flight inspection, making sure that all that needed fixing would be in perfect working order before the next flight. After all, a flying sleigh is much more complicated than most people know, and Santa Claus had always been a perfectionist. That was one of the reasons why he got his job.

During this time, which seemed to take longer than normal on this night, the flight crew, consisting of nine tiny reindeer, began to chat amongst themselves. They had little else to do while standing in the chill of the frozen north, and it helped to pass the time. Besides, there was a new member on the team, who happened to be the cause of the pleasant reddish light that suffused the area, and this was one of the few times the other reindeer got to talk to him during their time spent together. Most of the time the flight crew had to be perfectly still to avoid alerting the eyes and ears of the many watchful children of the world, and during flight it was generally best to concentrate on the job than on talk, or one could quickly become winded or have an accident.

"Good job, Rudy," said Dancer, a lithe female tiny reindeer with petite hooves and antlers, giving an encouraging nudge to the young buck's haunches. "That's a lot better than what happened the first time I was on the team."

"Thanks," replied Rudolph, his smile beaming almost as brightly as the light from his shiny red nose. "But if I did good, it's because everybody was helping me. I didn't think I'd make it past Greenland, let alone all the way around the world. That's a long flight."

"Longest I know, but you did really good," said Dasher, as slim and fit as a lead tiny reindeer should be. He was pitching in his own compliment, just as a proper lead reindeer ought. "You also took the changing thing a lot better than I ever did. That's the bad part for me. You oughta be real proud."

Dasher was a highly-strung individual, with incredible motivation and focus upon his tasks. That was what got him in the lead position of the flight crew, earning him a place among the ranks of the unaging eight tiny reindeer. But immortal or not, Dasher would probably have had a heart attack or an ulcer if it weren't for Dancer. The slender doe always seemed to know how to calm the type A personality team leader down before he had a breakdown.

Dasher especially hated having to take on different forms as the flight crew passed through different parts of the world. This transformation trend started because of the changes in the Santa Claus legend that had taken place over the years. As an embodiment of what the world thought of the holiday season, poor Santa and all of his tiny reindeer had to endure sudden alterations in shape and mannerisms as they entered parts of the world with their own unique legends regarding jolly old Saint Nick. In Louisiana the preferred shape for the nine tiny reindeer was that of an alligator, while in Africa, they had to endure the indignity of becoming camels. Fortunately most of these forms didn't fly, or no coaxing or threat from Dancer, however choice, would have been able to get Dasher to go through with it. The thought of being seen in a shape beside the one in which he was born, while flying in a most ungainly manner across the night sky, was enough to give the poor team leader nightmares.

"Yeah," agreed Rudolph, glancing shyly over his shoulder at the two leaders of the other tiny reindeer. "That was kinda rough. But it was all the flying that almost got me. I didn't know it was such hard work, even with rests on rooftops while Santa works. My nose almost gave out after all the high-wattage I had to put out during the flight."

"The boss is always watching out for those sorts of things," said Vixen in her sweet, sensuous voice, leaning her head in seeming casualness on Dasher's rump, much to the consternation of the high-strung tiny reindeer. "He'd have stopped if you needed a layover, so you did real well for your first time."

"Oh yeah," laughed Prancer in his high-pitched, prissy voice. "Vixen had to have three stops on her first flight, and on the second too. After that the big guy put her in endurance training over the rest of the year." The bouncy tiny reindeer buck leaned forward and rested his head on Dasher's rump as well, right next to Vixen, making Dasher blush even more furiously than before. "You did good, kid. It'll be fun having you on the team next year, and lots of fun having you in some of our 'reindeer games,' especially the ones we're having at our party tonight."

"Party?" asked Rudolph, craning his head to look at Prancer, completely oblivious to the fact that the effeminate tiny reindeer was checking him out. "We get a party too?"

"Oh yeah, sweets," said Vixen, giving a sigh as she also checked out the red-nosed tiny reindeer. "It's usually tiny reindeer only, but sometimes a few elves, snow people, yetis, or local critters like polar bears get in as well. A ton of the tiny reindeer in the North Pole community come to our Christmas party. We get started a little before midnight. Of course, before that, most of us," and at this she shot a pointed look at Prancer, "spend the day resting up after the flight."

"Actually, the big party is the best time for you to get to know us more personally," said Dancer with her usual calming smile, "since you never got much chance before that. As you know, we eight don't hang out much with the other tiny reindeer around the North Pole. Santa's policy, I'm afraid. It's to keep us looking 'legendary,' or something like that, so we stay out of the papers and keep a good reputation. I guess he wants us to act our age." Dancer giggled lightly, then looked at Rudolph sympathetically. "If we'd known about some of the stuff you had to go through while growing up, I'm sure we'd have done something to help. Cupid does public relations, so I'm surprised he didn't find out about all the hazing you endured. But that's all in the past now," she threw onto the end, forestalling Rudolph as he opened his mouth to say that it was all right and he didn't mind or something similarly false-sounding. "Right now we're going to need to give ourselves a rest."

With this Dancer sent a pointed glance toward Prancer and Vixen, who both returned naughty smiles, but removed their heads from the upper part of poor Dasher's posterior, much to the tense tiny reindeer's relief.

"I heard my name," said a quiet, masculine voice from near the back of the flight crew's line. "My ears are burning with gossip, and someone's not sharing."

"I'll tell you later," Dancer called back, just moments before Santa Claus turned from his work on the sleigh with the elves to face the team.

"You did good," said the red-suited man with a big smile. Despite all the hype from the numerous advertisements in which his name and various trademarked paraphernalia were used, Santa Claus was actually a quiet, retiring individual who was generally happier in his workshop, driving his sleigh, or playing with the many children who regarded him as the ultimate grandparent than in front of large groups. "You've all worked hard, and we did it in record time, despite the delays due to bad weather at the start of the trip." He smiled at Rudolph, who looked as though he was about to spontaneously combust, so happy was he at this recognition. "I want to welcome Rudolph to the team. This was his virgin flight, and he did magnificently. If there are no objections from the rest of the flight crew, I intend to make Rudolph a regular. He'll become immortal sometime during the next day or so, just as soon as the Powers That Be answer my request for more help, and the magic around here takes hold. When that happens, well, you'll all know it. I hope everybody makes Rudolph feel at home, since we're all going to have to live with him for a long time to come."

The large, white-bearded man smiled at his team, and raised his arms slightly.

"You're the best team I've ever known. I look forward to next year, and hope you all have fun over your break. After New Year's, though, I expect you to get back to work at double time. Merry Christmas, and happy holidays."

With that, Santa Claus turned and walked toward his little house alongside the workshop and spacious living quarters for the North Pole staff. Mrs. Claus was waiting, and Santa was never one to go against the wishes of his wife.

The moment the boss had left, the green-clad elves went to work, unbuckling the bell-bedecked harness that held the nine tiny reindeer in place. Rudolph trotted forward a few steps as the jingling leather straps fell away, and shook himself before having a nice, long stretch.

"I ache all over," said the new member of the flight crew, turning around to face the rest of his team.

"It gets better," said Comet, giving the female elf unbuckling him a saucy wink, making her blush and hurry her work so she could get to Donder. "You're just a bit out of it because you didn't train properly. Not that this is all that surprising, since not many reindeer, tiny or otherwise, can fly. You must've been in great shape before just to manage going all the way in one shot with only a few sore muscles. This year I'll be sure to help you get in the best flying trim for the next season. I'm not this team's fitness trainer for nothing. Even got a degree in the subject and everything."

"Really?" asked Rudolph with the wide, trusting eyes tiny reindeer are so famous for.

"Oh yeah, sport," Comet assured the young buck. "If you like, I can show you my diploma back at my room and . . ."

"Let's get a shower first," said a deep, slightly gruff voice from behind Comet, cutting him off. The muscular buck, who could have been described as a 'pretty boy' among tiny reindeer, with perfectly-sculpted muscles and a youthful, handsome face, turned to go nose-to-nose with the one who had interrupted him.

"If you don't mind, Donder," began Comet, "I was wanting to show Rudolph some of the, uh, bigger stuff in my room. I mean, we've got several hours, right?"

"Later," said Donder, shaking his head, which implied that 'later' probably meant 'not while I have anything to say about it.' Since Donder was almost the size of a normal reindeer and built like a linebacker, Comet scowled, but decided not to argue the point.

"Yeah," said the jock-buck with a big grin as he turned back to Rudolph. "A shower sounds great. C'mon, let's get going, and we'll show you the best part about being in the North Pole."

When Rudolph nosed the swinging doors leading into the reindeer quarters open, he was a little surprised. What he saw was not the spaciously-appointed and well kept stable he had heard of and seen on numerous television specials. Instead, the doors led into a small vestibule, with benches along each side, and pegs and cubbyholes lining the walls, filled with clothing of various sorts. At the far end of the room was a door with a large brass knob. This perplexed the poor luminous-nosed reindeer so much that he paused in the doorway until Dancer gave him a nudge to get him moving again.

"I don't understand," said Rudolph, gesturing with his nose toward the door knob. "How're we supposed to get that open? Does an elf or someone get it for us? I mean, these hooves aren't really made for opening door knobs, you know."

"No, we get it ourselves," replied Dancer, walking around Rudolph now that he was out of the doorway, and pausing by one of the benches. "Just watch once everybody gets in, and you'll get your answers soon enough."

The other reindeer filed in, Comet joking loudly with Prancer and Vixen about subjects of a most ribald nature. Getting a short earful of the naughty conversation, which involved an Eskimo's daughter, a polar bear, and a well-endowed penguin, Rudolph began to blush furiously, and his nose quickly lit up the room with a pleasant Christmas tree glow.

"Hey," said Blitzen, a statuesque and somewhat motherly reindeer doe almost as large as Donder, poking Comet with an antler. "We've got virgin ears here."

"I bet that's not the only part of him that's a virgin," snickered Vixen under her breath, which, much to her delight, made Rudolph blush even more deeply, until the room no longer needed its electric bulb for illumination. "And I guess that confirms it. Don't know how, really, cute guy like him . . ."

"Okay people," said Dasher, striking a commanding pose at the head of the room, right in front of the door, "Great job out there. Let's do one more change for the night, and then we can get down to our normal post-flight routines and call it a day."

With that, Dasher closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, before Rudolph's amazed eyes, the lead buck slowly changed, his body shifting into something beyond the shape of a tiny reindeer. When the change was complete, the red-nosed reindeer would only stare in shock. On all fours in front of him was Dasher, but not the Dasher he had known from just moments before. His head, face, and antlers were still the same as before, the muzzle looking more like that of a whitetail deer than a reindeer, with the black padded nose of a smaller deer instead of broad reindeer nostrils (which explained how Rudolph's nose could glow red). He was also still roughly the size of a human, just as the tiny reindeer subspecies ought to be, instead of the roughly elk-size of a normal reindeer. But now he also had many of the same characteristics of a human. His back legs were still unguligrade, with the delicate hoof on the end, but his rear end had changed shape, until it had more of the musculature of a human backside. His chest had filled in, as had his shoulders, while his hips had grown narrow. And what was most shocking, where Dasher's front hooves had been were now a pair of human-like hands, with black-nailed fingers. Dasher now looked much as he would have had he been born with a human's torso instead of a reindeer's. A momentary curiosity gripped Rudolph as he wondered how complete the change had been in Dasher's lower quarters, but he turned away instantly as the lead reindeer stood up, blushing in his nose and cheeks just as furiously as ever.

"I . . . how . . . what?" stammered Rudolph as he looked around, seeing much to his amazement that the others had undergone the same change.

"You can do this too," said Blitzen, standing up from where she had been crouching on the floor after her change, walking up to Rudolph and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "All the advantages of a human's body, without having to worry about getting cold wearing only skin. Now just relax, and I'll see about getting you into your new shape. It's just like all the other changes we went through on the flight, remember?"

The truth was, Rudolph was having a hard time remembering his own name at that moment. Directly in front of his eyes was Blitzen's belly button. The motherly reindeer might have been large-boned, but she was very beautiful in her statuesque way, and this was causing poor Rudolph some serious distractions. The thought that if he looked up he would see the breasts of a female fully exposed to his view, and if he looked down he would see a sight he had only begun to dream about, made the fire-nosed buck's muscles all lock up. As a reindeer, of course, such thoughts weren't a problem outside of the rutting season. But for some reason looking at Blitzen in a humanoid form made him start to think like a human. And since he was only a little past the starting point of his reproductive life, that made him roughly as horny as a repressed teenager on Viagra.

"I'm not, I mean I can't, I mean . . ."

"Close your eyes," said Dancer, putting her hands on Rudolph's lower back and gently massaging his tensed muscles, just as Blitzen did the same with his shoulders. "Just relax, like Blitzed said."

Rudolph closed his eyes, and let the hands of Dancer on his lower back and Blitzen's on his upper body soothe him in ways he didn't know were possible. Hands really did have some uses, and Rudolph quickly warmed to the idea of having them. This, it seemed, was all it took for the change to happen, for the next moment Rudolph realized that he was holding Blitzen's ankles in his newfound hands, sighing deeply as her fingers delved deeply into his muscle tissue.

"There, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" said Blitzen soothingly as she carefully helped Rudolph to his feet, which were a little wobbly as he got used to walking on just two instead of four. It was actually by focusing on the task of walking that Rudolph managed to get some clothes on without an embarrassing incident, as he quickly discovered (much to his relief) that his male parts hadn't changed much, and his white-furred sheath was still in its proper place, though vertical instead of horizontal. Had they been anything more humanly exposed, Rudolph didn't want to think about the amount of very sensitive and moderately awakened flesh that would have greeted the attractive does around him.

"See?" said Prancer, elbowing Vixen with a grin as they openly ogled the young buck as he dressed. "Changing really does make us get even better looking. Well, him, at least."

"It certainly boosts our interest in each other, that's for sure," agreed Vixen, licking her lips.

Under the very interested stares of all eight of his new teammates, Rudolph found himself very happy to squeeze into a pair of tight denim shorts that were probably Prancer's, and a wide t-shirt with the word "Donder" printed across the front. The shirt was probably meant to leave the midriff exposed on the buff reindeer, which made it come down to just the right length on Rudolph's trimly muscled frame, though he found that it still tended to slip a little around his shoulders.

"Well, uh," said Dasher, clearing his throat to get everyone's attention on him instead of the handsome young reindeer blushing furiously in the middle of the room, "I guess that's that. Good job everyone, and I'll see you in ten in the showers."

With that, the lead reindeer, now dressed in sensible knee-length white shorts and a neatly-kept white t-shirt with his name printed across the chest, turned and opened the inner door and walked in. The others soon filed after him, with Rudolph near the back of the line, just in front of Donder and Blitzen, who hovered nearby protectively, as though daring the others to try anything on the newbie.

The room before the red-nosed reindeer's eyes was still quite unexpected, though after going through the changing room, he wasn't really sure what to expect anymore. A warm fire crackled cheerily in the hearth against the far wall of the wood-paneled walls, while a large picture window with double-paned glass, to help keep out the cold, filled up the far wall opposite the fireplace, looking out on the light of the aurora borealis near the top of the world. Comfortable-looking chairs and sofas with overstuffed cushions lay around in no particular order, waiting for use. All in all, the room looked something like the lounge of a ski resort, except much more comfortable, with the lived-in feel of a home with many occupants.

Dasher glanced back at the reindeer, each now dressed in older clothes appropriate for wear after a heavy workout, then focused on Rudolph.

"Bedrooms down those halls," he said, pointing to two of the several corridors leading away from the lounge, "with bathrooms inside each bedroom. Your bedroom will be down that way just as soon as you turn immortal. Don't ask me how, it's just the way things work around here. Through that door," continued Dasher, pointing to a solid oak door, "is the gym, sauna, and shower areas. We've got an indoor track, as well as the one out by the landing strip, so that's where you'll spend a lot of time between runs. That's the quick tour. There's not much point in telling you the rest until you get a room of your own if the Powers That Be approve your joining, as I think they will." This last was added the instant after a look of absolute miserableness crossed Rudolph's features, a look which faded, though it didn't quite vanish, at the lead reindeer's vote of confidence. "For the time being, I think Donder and Blitzen wouldn't mind taking you to their room while they gather their things for our post-flight cool down."

"It would be our pleasure," said Blitzen with a warm smile, putting a large but gentle hand on Rudolph's shoulder. Donder gave a grunt and nodded in acknowledgment of his mate's statement, then walked toward the rightmost hallway, Blitzen and Rudolph just a few steps behind. Rudolph's eyes widened a little as he noticed how far apart the doors had been spaced, making the corridor quite long indeed.

"How big is this place?" he asked, whispering in his uncertainty of the situation.

Blitzen almost laughed, while Donder glanced over his shoulder with the tiniest of smiles.

"As big as it needs to be, hon," replied the matronly doe, patting Rudolph's shoulder as they reached the end of the corridor. "One nice part about these rooms is, their doors don't open unless it's you, or someone who's supposed to be in your room."

Donder reached for the large brass knob and pushed the door open, the brightly-polished hinges not making a sound. He stepped inside and gave a slight bow, holding out his arm to welcome his mate and guest inside.

"Welcome to our home," said the big buck, giving Rudolph his best friendly smile, reserved only for good little children, wanted guests, and his mate. "Our home is yours."

Rudolph stepped inside, his wide eyes getting just a bit bigger as he took in the tableau around him. The room was huge, with a massive hideaway bed/couch against the far wall, and several comfortable chairs of the sort back in the lounge sitting in a neatly-arranged semicircle facing the couch. A love seat sat against the wall to the right of the door, partially obscured from direct line of sigh by a bookcase between it and the couch, and a wide-screen television between it and the door. The walls were a rough wood finish, much like the inside of a log cabin, making the whole place look warm and cozy in a rugged sort of way, and had shelves for nick-knacks, books and videotapes, as well as many pictures of children from around the world, ranging from woodcuts to full-color photographs, and a few of non-anthropomorphic reindeer that Rudolph supposed were relatives or friends, including a recent one of the entire team in quadruped form, including himself, taken just before takeoff roughly twenty-four hours ago. Glancing around the rest of the room, Rudolph could easily see that there were no doors to the bedroom and bathroom, only empty doorways. Blitzen noticed him looking at this with puzzlement and smiled.

"We don't believe in closed doors around here," said the sweet-faced doe, giving her mate a smile, which he returned. "If we need to have our own time, as I suppose everybody does, we get out of the house for a bit. But when we're in our home, we do everything we can to be together. That's what home is all about, for us at least." Then she started to walk forward, toward the bathroom, taking Rudolph's hand as she went.

"We'd better get you a towel and some liquid soap for the cool down," she said in explanation, letting Rudolph's hand go at the entrance to the bathroom while she bustled about for a moment, and then returned with the desired items. "We'll be having a team shower after a quick run on the indoor track," she explained, handing Rudolph his towel and soap. "It's a team tradition, Comet's idea, I think. Just something he picked up from the traditions of teams of athletes across the world, and something we started doing not long after he joined our team." She laughed lightly. "Back in those days it really helped to have someone there to pour water over you, before we had faucets, and I've always found it a lot easier to have someone else wash my back." Blitzen then winked at Donder. "My hubby always liked washing my back about as much as I liked washing his, so it was only a matter of time before we tied the knot."

"That was the polar bear we let in," grumbled Donder good-naturedly as he reached around his mate to grab his own towel and soap. "Dern bears have knots bigger'n a Saint Bernard's."

Rudolph got a blank look at this reference, and Blitzen turned a bright red.

"Bears have knots?" asked Rudolph quizzically, tilting his head to one side. "I didn't know they could tie ribbon. Aren't their paws too big and cumsy?"

"Um, maybe we should join the others," said Blitzen quickly, turning their red-nosed guest toward the door. "We can get undressed from these natty old things in the locker room after our run."

Donder gave a chuckle at his mate's consternation, but nodded in agreement. Bing the big brother of the team, the big buck wouldn't have made a naughty reference like that unless he was sure the naive young buck wouldn't get it. But it really tickled him to see Blitzen blush, so when they were in the safety of their home, he'd let his stern demeanor slip from time to time.

"C'mon," said Donder, gesturing to Rudolph as he walked out in front of his mate and the younger buck. "The last run's to work out the kinks. If my mate doesn't object, I'll even give you a rub-down after the shower, just to make sure those muscles of yours don't cramp up."

Rudolph was a little uncertain of himself, especially after hearing the longest and friendliest sstatement he'd ever heard coming from the normally stonefaced buck. But with Blitzen's hand resting gently on his arm, he let himself be led off, shutting the door as he walked back down the corridor.

Rudolph gaped in utter amazement. The gymnasium in front of him was absolutely massive, the largest building he had ever been inside in his life. Not that his was saying much considering that most reindeer spend their lives outdoors, but it was nevertheless a very large building. The center of the gymnasium was taken up by a large swimming pool, though this was almost impossible to tell if it weren't for the signs on the walls telling a body this. Currently the pool was covered by a thick and rough rubber surface, giving lots of traction for whatever sports or activities might be done on its surface. Around the central area was a well-kept track of the same sort used by the Olympics. At the far end of the room opposite from the entryway, Rudolph could see a large sign saying "Weight Room," with an arrow, and another that said "Sauna / Shower," with another arrow, with alcoves leading out of sight just beyond these arrows. On the track itself was Comet, his firm black-spandex clad rump high in the air and bare chest close to the ground as he slowly stretched down to touch first one and then the other of his hoofed feet. Despite himself, Rudolph swallowed, then turned hastily away. Not that this helped much, since Vixen was nearby in her own white shirt and yellow shorts, doing her own very bouncy version of jumping jacks. Comet's spandex was quite a bit more distracting than the simple white t-shirts and green shorts worn by Donder and Blitzen, and Rudolph found himself very relieved to see Dancer and Dasher walking up behind him, Cupid right behind, all of them dressed in similar attire to that of the mated couple. Dancer's shorts were blue, while Cupid's were red, and all of their shirts had their names printed neatly across the front, but other than that there was little difference.

"I see you still insist on that nonstandard attire," said Dasher irritably as he walked up to Comet, who straightened up to face the lead reindeer.

"Santa said it was cool," replied Comet, folding his arms over his muscular chest. "What's your problem?"

Dasher began to open his mouth, but Dancer glanced around just then, and then giggled as she motioned with her head toward the last of the tiny reindeer to come into the track room. Dasher and Comet both turned, and completely forgot their argument as their eyes fixed in disbelief at Prancer.

"What?" asked the queer deer as he minced in, adjusting the heart-shaped hot pink shades perched on his muzzle. "Doesn't this convey enough Christmas spirit? I can go back and change into something even better."

The tiny reindeer was clad from neck to toe in skin-tight red and white candy-striped spandex. Printed across the white sections of his jumpsuit were the words "LET ME BE YOUR CANDY CANE" in bright glow-in-the-dark green fluorescence. The tail peaking out the back of the jumpsuit seemed to wriggle with a life of its own, just like the tight cervine bottom it was attached to.

"No, it's just fine," said Dancer quickly, just barely holding back her laughter. She then turned to Dasher. "I guess we better get started, huh?"

Dasher frowned, but took a deep breath and turned back to Comet.

"I guess we're as ready as we'll ever be," said the lead buck with a sigh. "Start us off, if you please."

Comet nodded quickly, pulling a pair of dark glasses from the waistband of his shorts and putting them on as he stepped onto the starting line on the track.

"Everybody on your mark and give me two laps," barked the fit reindeer, shifting his weight provocatively from side to side in his tight spandex shorts as everybody complied quietly. "Go!"

Rudolph found the laps to be harder than he thought they'd be, his reserves already almost played out after the long flight, forcing him to a careful, more relaxed pace than the sound barrier-breaking speeds of the flight earlier that evening. What made the run even harder, though, were the attractive, sweating reindeer all around him, each of them seeming only a little bit less tired than himself, with a single exception. Prancer was that exception, staying in front of the group the entire time. He was matched only by Comet and Dasher, who put all their will into staying even with the obviously not-straight buck, despite their tiredness. Rudolph quickly realized that Prancer could have gone even faster, his reserves of energy seemingly limitless, but he was letting the two aggressive males keep up and also showing off to everyone behind him. This last was quite apparent from the constant wriggle to the male's hips, an open invitation for some post-flight fun to anyone who cared to ask. For some reason, Rudolph actually found himself watching Prancer's tight candy-striped butt with more than a little interest, but quickly forced himself to look away. Of course this just made him look at Dancer, who kept level with him the whole way. She was beautiful in a way that made Rudolph's heart catch, running with supreme grace at her own pace, which happened to coincide with his own, more a dream than the real-life lovers Prancer and Vixen promised to be with every thinly-veiled nuance and shake of the hips. Cupid was running alongside Dancer, his sweetly handsome face and shyly-dipping eyelashes making him somehow effeminate, but in an honest, masculine way, nothing like the loud come-on of Prancer's behavior. He was whispering something to the doe, and she was responding in kind, both of them glancing at Rudolph every so often, even as they struggled to keep running with the sweat flowing in rivulets down their faces, matting their fur to their skin. Donder and Blitzen ran together near the back, pacing each other but neither of them outstripping their partner. And at the back, panting heavily, was Vixen, looking a bit less attractive than usual as she panted and sweated heavily in crossing over the finish line.

"I hate those laps," wheezed the doe with looks that could have made her a supermodel in the human world. "And I hate running!"

"It's for the kids, dear," said Blitzen, coming to a leisurely stop with her mate and turning back to give Vixen a pat on the back. "Come on, it's over now, and we've got a whole year before we do it again."

"Not under that slave driver, we don't," growled Vixen in a full temper, forgetting to wheeze as she pointed at Comet. "He'll drive me until I can't walk anymore. And then he'll make me work some more."

"If you'd just put some more effort into it . . ." began Comet, rolling his eyes at Vixen's accusations, but she stormed off to the showers before he could finish. He glanced at Dasher, and the lead buck returned the look, before both bucks shrugged, their earlier quarrel forgotten in their agreement on the incomprehensibility of women the world over.

"Okay people, that's it," said Dasher, looking around. "Time to hit the showers."

Rudolph allowed himself to be drawn along by Donder and Blitzen as they made their way to the shower room, trailing along behind the others. The young buck was a little bit nervous as he stepped into the slightly dimmer lights of the unisex locker room, but a reassuring pat on the back from Donder made him feel secure enough to go through with whatever was going to happen next. This resolve faded rather quickly, however, when the first thing he saw once he looked away from Donder was Vixen, stripped down to nothing but a pair of red silk bikini panties. Rudolph's eyes immediately snapped shut once this fact fully registered, and he allowed Donder and Blitzen to continue to guide him to a bench, the mated pair exchanging silent smiles, though they restrained themselves from laughing.

"It's all right," said Blitzen, touching the young buck on the shoulder. "It's nothing you won't see quite a bit of for the duration of your stay with us. You're a part of the team now, so you'd better get used to our company, because we're now your best friends by default."

"Well, it's just, you know . . ." stammered Rudolph, which drew a titter from Vixen as she suddenly realized the effect she was having on poor Rudolph.

"Let me," said the shapely doe, sashaying over to the seated tiny reindeer with a million-dollar smile on her pretty face. She slipped a single finger under Rudolph's chin and tilted his face up toward hers, then bent and kissed Rudolph's handsome muzzle right on the lips!

Rudolph's eyes snapped open right away and he started to try to move away, especially when he realized that the full, white-furred breasts of a very attractive doe were pressing against his chest, but Vixen held him gently but firmly until he got over his moment of stark panic and gradually quieted. He even started to return the gesture a little, though clumsily, as it was something very new to him. Then Vixen broke the kiss and gave Rudolph a big smile.

"How was that?" she asked sweetly, stepping back and coyly covering her white-furred bosom.

Rudolph tried to answer, but all that came out was a sound something like "Gagahuu," which as far as anyone could tell was not an actual word, though it did convey his feelings well enough to be understood. Vixen giggled at this, then bent and slid her panties down her long legs, instantly drawing a wolf whistle from Comet, and a stunned, wide-eyed and slack-jawed gaze from Rudolph. She responded to Comet's whistle by flicking up her soft white tail, showing off her bottom and small pink slit to best effect, and then turning her head and blowing a kiss. With that, Vixen straightened up and walked to the entrance to the large shower areas.

"You'd better hurry and get undressed," said Vixen over her shoulder, pausing at the entranceway for a moment to look at Rudolph. "We wouldn't want the hot water to run out, now would we?"

With that she stepped around the doorway to the showers, and out of Rudolph's sight, giving a last teasing flick of her tail as she went.

Rudolph promptly stood up and reached for his shirt, his eyes still glued on where Vixen had last stood. But as he struggled to get the shirt Donder had lent him over his antlers, bending over with the cloth blocking his vision, the young buck felt someone, someone male, step up behind him. For a moment, feeling what was obviously the unclothed nether parts of another buck pressed right up against his still-clothed bottom, Rudolph froze, unsure what to do. But the next moment a pair of deft hands lifted the shirt from off his antlers and folded it neatly to be placed on the bench he had just occupied. Turning in a flash, Rudolph came nose to nose with Prancer, who wore a pleasant but rather seductive smile.

"What's she got that I don't got?" asked the slender buck with a laugh in his voice, and not a stich of clothing on his body. "Aside from the obvious, of course."

"Uh . . ."

Before the young tiny reindeer could process this question, Prancer bent forward and kissed Rudolph right on the end of his shiny red nose.

Rudolph found himself unable to respond, his voice completely locked up as Prancer turned and walked out after Vixen, his hips working in a way that made Rudolph feel very strange indeed. Comet gave a snort of amusement at Rudolph's situation, then walked into the shower room after Prancer, his perfectly-sculpted body naked except for a small black towel around his middle, a prominent buldge showing in the front.

"I . . . that's . . . what . . . ?" stammered the red-nosed reindeer.

"Relax, Rudolph," said Donder, giving the younger male another reassuring pat on the back. "If you'll hold still for a moment, I think Dancer'd like to help you out of those shorts."

Rudolph 's body locked up again the moment the big reindeer said that, his eyes turning to watch as the dreamy doe, her own clothes long since discarded and tucked away in a cubbyhole, walked up to him and looked up at his face, a soft smile on her achingly sweet face. She put a small hand on his chest and nuzzled him gently under the chin when she found the poor buck was trembling.

"It's okay," said Dancer, her voice like balm to a troubled heart. "Just tell me if you want me to stop."

Rudolph didn't know what Dancer meant by that, but his eyes got even wider than they had been as the perfect, pertly nude doe knelt in front of him and put her hands on the waistline of the tight jeans shorts Prancer had leant him. Holding perfectly still, except for a slight tremble of excitement and nervousness, Rudolph watched with anticipation and a little trepidation as Dancer unbuttoned the shorts, pulled down the zipper, and slid them smoothly down his legs. He moved his hooves just enough for her to get the shorts off, and she neatly folded them and put them on the bench just behind Rudolph before turning to give the treasures exposed to her view a more thorough inspection.

"What are you going to . . . ?"

Once again Rudulph's words were cut off as Dancer reached up and cupped his white-furred scrotum in a gentle hand. Unable to do anything but watch, Rudolph realized that his member was standing at full erection, and his nose glowed brightly as he realized that Dancer was looking at it carefully with a pleased smile on her face.

"It glows," said Dancer, looking up at Rudolph. "Just like your nose."

Rudolph looked down in embarrassment, squinting a little at the shining member presented for the four deer left in the locker room. He discovered, with a little shock, that while his sheath hadn't changed, its contents had. For starters, he was quite a bit thicker than he'd been as a quadruped, though his already considerable length hadn't changed in the slightest. But aside from this his entire length, while still the uniform translucent red it had been before his change, was now capped with a mushroom-shaped head, like that of a circumcised human penis.

Trying to say something, anything to assuage his embarrassment, Rudolph was silenced as Dancer bent forward and gave his erect, glowing penis a kiss right on the very tip. She then knelt and kissed each of his plump balls, running her tongue lovingly over the soft fur covering them, savoring Rudolph's heady, masculine flavor, the cervine part of her mind telling her that this was a healthy male in desperate need of relief.

"You taste good," said Dancer as she looked up at Rudolph with heavy-lidded eyes.

Rudolph tried to respond, but the only sound that came out was a soft moan as Dancer's hand released his scrotum and instead wrapped around his member, which was pulsing with the same inner light Rudolph had seen so many times when he'd masturbated himself, no doe or buck around the North Pole ever being willing to provide him with the time of day, let alone a chance to mate.

The sweet-faced doe closed her eyes as she bent forward and licked the head of Rudolph's cock, then slid her hand away so that she could begin using her dextrous lips to nibble her way down one side of his long penis. Her hand returned to his full scrotum, stroking it gently, while her other hand reached around give his white-furred bottom a squeeze, making Rudolph whimper a little as his hands instinctively grabbed onto her antlers for support, his eyes fixed on the sweet-faced doe ministering to his aching male parts. Meanwhile, Dancer began nibbling her way up the other side of his cock, until she reached the very tip. Opening her mouth to take a breath, and then letting it out over the young buck's needy member, Dancer leaned forward and let the plump, sweet-tasting tip of Rudolph's cock rest on her tongue, his male juices seeping onto her tastebuds for her to savor. But while Rudolph tasted wonderful, for unlike many other species, tiny reindeer juices are sweet to the taste, Dancer wanted to do a lot more than just enjoy his flavor.

Rudolph's eyes crossed as Dancer's lips wrapped tightly around the head of his throbbing member, his mouth gaping open as waves of pleasure shot up his spine, making his tail snap upward and stay that way, showing off his pert bottom. Dancer slowly moved forward, gripping Rudolph's hips with both her hands as his entire length slipped between her lips. The young buck couldn't believe the intensely erotic feeling he got at seeing Dancer's achingly beautiful face against his groin, his full balls pressed against her chin. He almost laughed when he saw her hollowed-out cheeks glowing pink with the light from his cock, like a kid sucking on the bulb of a flashlight, but the pleasure was too much for him to do more than smile.

An expression of pure, peaceful contentment coupled with loving concentration settled over the doe's face as she began to work on the delicious length of reindeer meat in her muzzle, suckling in a way that nearly drove Rudolph out of his mind as her tongue rippled along the underside of his length. He tasted quite different from any other male she'd ever had before, his precum intoxicating like a well aged and subtle wine, his smooth length warmer than any normal penis could be. Rudolph shifted his weight between his legs, his head falling back on his shoulders as the mind-blowing pleasure washed over him, making him tremble and moan as he clenched his hands on Dancer's antlers, letting her know just how good it felt.

Dancer felt a warm, aroused glow settle into her body as she pleased Rudolph, pulling him in close as she began to bob her head forward and back, making delightfully erotic slurping noises as she fellated the young buck. Her hands left his hips to pinch her erect pink nipples, rolling the hard nubs between her fingers as she felt herself getting incredibly wet in preparation for what she hoped would soon happen. The red-nosed and -cocked tiny reindeer's glowing member seemed to infuse her with its light, filling her with the pleasant, relaxing warmth of a romantic evening by a Christmas fireplace. The more she suckled and licked along Rudolph's nicely-sized length, paying special attention to the extra-sensitive head, the brighter it glowed, and the more powerful the sensation of needful warmth settled into her body, driving her to quickly-increasing heights of comf\orting pleasure without even having to be touched.

"It's . . . I'm close, Dancer," whispered Rudolph urgently, his almost-closed eyes centered on her as she suckled his member. This was more pleasure than he'd ever experienced in his young life, and it was a bit too much for his virgin body to hold out for very long. Sensing this, Dancer slowed her ministrations to his needy member, then let the slickened penis slip from her muzzle.

"Then why don't you cool down a little?" said Dancer with a heartstopping smile up at Rudolph's handsome face. "In the meantime, you can return the favor."

With that, Dancer lay back on the floor in front of Rudolph, holding herself up with her arms so that she could watch him, her legs bent and spread to allow him free access to her inviting pink slit. Rudolph was panting from the sudden reduction in pleasure, his eyes slowly coming back into focus as he tried to reorient himself, when Dancer's words finally clicked in his head, bringing him to a realization of what she wanted him to do.

His breath catching in his throat as he looked at Dancer, caught by her naked beauty, Rudolph forced himself to act, climbing on all fours in front of her, then crawling forward until his hands rested on either side of Dancer's flat stomach.

"I . . . I've never done this before," said Rudolph shyly, his bright nose obscuring the blush on his face.

"Just do what seems best," said Dancer reassuringly, touching Rudolph's cheek with one hand. "I'll tell you what I like."

Swallowing nervously, Rudolph reached up and cupped Dancer's breasts in his hands. He frantically tried to remember the different things he'd heard that humans did from the dirty talk of some of the fawns he'd known, when they were first discovering sex for themselves, then took one erect nipple between his finger and thumb, and gently pinched it.

"I like that," said Dancer with a smile, nodding to urge him on.

Rudolph shook his head to clear it, then bent forward to take the nipple into his mouth, making Dancer coo in a pleased fashion while he continued to squeeze the rest of her breast. He began to flick his tongue over the pert pink nub, his free hand closing around Dancer's other breast and gently squeezing and stroking the aroused flesh, before he exchanged breasts, repeating the work with his mouth and hands. His eyes closed as he worked, enjoying Dancer's pleased noises and the feel of one of her hands rubbing him right between his antlers to encourage him.

Feeling that Dancer might want something more, Rudolph lifted his head, pausing to admire the way her pert little aureoles had darkened and expanded in arousal, then to look at her pleasure-flushed face.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Dancer, breathing heavily as she carressed Rudolph's cheek affectionately. Rudolph smiled, his nose pulsing with his happiness at pleasing her.

"I'm going to see what venison tastes like," replied the young buck, scooting himself back slightly until his antlered head was between Dancer's legs.

Dancer watched with wide, excited eyes as Rudolph seemed to become engrossed in thought, inspecting her feminine treasures carefully. Eventually he leaned forward, glancing up at her to make sure it was all right, and rested his hands on her inner thighs. He leaned his firm, masculine chest on the cool floor, his knees tucked under himself, tilting his pert white-furred bottom upward as he explored Dancer's body, breathing her wonderful scent in deeply.

Reaching inward, Rudolph began by gently stroking Dancer's pink outer lips, making the pretty doe exhale loudly with mounting pleasure as her outer labia flushed with moist arousal. Increasing the strength of his stroking, Rudolph watched with aroused fascination as Dancer's back arched slightly, practically begging him to go on.

"Open me up," Dancer gasped, spreading her legs even more to let Rudolph have full access to her body.

Taking Dancer at her word, Rudolph parted her white-furred outer labia with his fingers, leaning forward to take in her heavenly scent. Leaning forward just a little bit more, Rudolph nuzzled Dancer's white-furred pubis, then ran his tongue across first one and then the other of her outer lips, carefully exploring her body with his tongue, layer by layer, savoring the sweet juices of Dancer's female secrets. He let his tongue across her inner labia, then tickled the underside of his clithoris, playing with its small pink hood. Dancer reacted to this with a loud gasp, making Rudolph pause for a moment as he looked up at her, worried that he had done something wrong. But Dancer only shook her head, and motioned for him to go on. Rudolph, realizing that the little nub of flesh must be a good spot, began to carefully administer his tongue to that spot and the tender flesh all around it. Then, pushing his muzzle forward, Rudolph sent his tongue questing into Dancer's body, exploring the sensitive places inside of her as she reached down and held herself spread open, his hands resting on her thighs. Dancer squirmed in pleasure as Rudolph located her sensitive places, one by one, her soft moans and whimpers urging him on. She was getting close, and both she and Rudolph knew it. For a moment they paused in their lovemaking, looking into each others' eyes. Then, as Rudolph started to lean in for the last time, his muzzle dripping with the doe's delicious juices as he got ready to finish her off, both he and Dancer gasped as his brightly glowing nose came into direct contact with her clithoris, both their eyes snapping shut at the feeling. A moment later a bright flash filled the room, followed by a loud bugling cry from Dancer, her entire body tensing up as though she'd stuck her tail in a wall socket. Rudolph watched in startled wonderment as Dancer's entire body arched upward, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she pressed her soaking crotch tightly against Rudolph's face, keeping him from pulling away as her thighs closed around him, desperately trying to keep up contact between her clitty and his blazing nose. Though he found he couldn't breathe in this new situation, Rudolph decided to die happy and pressed his muzzle forward, his tongue lapping up Dancer's sweet juices with all the eagerness he could muster.

For Dancer, the metaphor of having her tail stuck in a wall socket wasn't too far from the truth, for the moment Rudolph's shiny nose touched her sensitive flesh, she was overcome with a wave of pure pleasure that coursed through her body in an overwhelming wave. It was as though she were being infused with light, her entire body becoming luminous with ecstacy as the power of Rudolph's body passed into hers.

Then, slowly, the brilliant light faded, and Dancer relinquished her stranglehold on Rudolph's head, her entire body going limp as she slumped to the floor. Rudolph, in turn, was able to get up enough to lean back on his haunches, a stunned look on his face, but beyond that, movement was out of the question. Rudolph stayed like this, his red nose now only a faint glimmer as he sat in stunned silence, until a firm hand rested on his shoulder, then helped him to his feet. It was Dasher.

"That was quite a show, Rudolph," said the lead buck with a friendly smile, rubbing the still-stunned buck's shoulder. "C'mon, let Donder and Blitzen get you cleaned up, and I'll get Dancer into a tub." He winked at Rudolph. "After whatever you did to her, I don't think she's going to be able to stand up in the shower."

Rudolph watched Dasher bend down and lift Dancer into his strong arms before walking off into the bathing area. As his eyes followed the lead buck and his first lover, Rudolph's eyes suddenly got wide in surprise, and his nose reignited in embarrassment at the same time he lost his erection. Standing there, obviously having watched the whole thing, were Comet, Prancer, and Vixen. The two males were obviously erect, and Vixen and Prancer were on their knees on either side of Comet, licking his impressive black-skinned shaft as they all kept their eyes on the action. To one side Cupid sat, stroking his own shorter but thick red-skinned erection, while Donder and Blitzen stood on the other side of the room, where Dancer and Rudolph had started their play, both quite naked while they pleasured each other with their hands.

Cupid was the first to recover and, being a diplomat by nature, hurried over to Rudolph to ease his obvious discomfort, motioning with one hand for the three reindeer over by the door to go back to the showers. Reluctantly they did so, but not before Vixen had given Rudolph a last parting wink and flick of her tail.

"Don't worry," said Cupid, picking up Rudolph's towel and soap and handing them to the horribly embarrassed buck. "You haven't lost anyone's respect. If anything, you've gained it. It takes a special kind of person to attract Dancer, and you're one of them. Besides that," and at this Cupid winked, leaning in to reassuringly nuzzle Rudolph's muzzle, "for your first time, you did really, really well."

"I . . . I did okay?" asked Rudolph, smiling shyly at the pretty-faced buck.

"Dancer had to be carried out," replied Cupid, turning to look Rudolph in the eyes. "That's pretty good, all right. But you didn't get to climax . . ."

"Uh, that's all right," said Rudolph quickly. "I'm just fine . . ."

"Nonsense," said Donder, coming up and taking Rudolph's arm. "Blitzen and me'll take care of you after your shower." Then he smiled and winked. "Unless I miss my guess, Cupid here wants to be the one to help you wash up. Later."

With that, Donder let Rudolph's arm go, wrapped his own arm around his mate, and they both walked into the bathing area, where the sounds of running water could be heard quite clearly. Rudolph turned to look at Cupid, who was smiling happily.

"I owe you for not taking care of you when you were growing up," said Cupid, picking up his own towel and soap. "It's not really my job to watch out for every single fawn, even if I am the one who deals with the other reindeer most often, and I let you slip through the cracks. If you want, I'd be . . ." he looked Rudolph up and down, smiling at what he saw, "very pleased if you'd let me help you wash up. And maybe a bit more, with your permission."

Rudolph blinked as a sudden realization hit him.

"You planned this with Dancer, didn't you?"

Cupid grinned.

"Saw us talking about you on the track, eh? We're guilty as charged. But the offer still stands, if you're willing. I've got a lot to make up for, and I want to pay you back."

Rudolph looked at the shorter buck, admiring his well-defined musculature, his stocky, sturdy build, and broad shoulders. He thought for a moment, then smiled.

"You don't owe me anything," said Rudolph finally, walking forward and touching Cupid on the cheek. "But if you want to help me out as a friend, then I'd be happy to let you."

Cupid smiled back, then slipped his arm around Rudolph's waist, pulling him in as Cupid turned to steer them both toward the bathing area.

"I'll wash your back," said Cupid.