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Twas the season and Christmas was nearly upon them. As with every year, the herds gathered to compete. The prize being the honor of pulling The Sleigh. Yes, that Sleigh. The Herds held countless games and competitions for the honor. Each putting forth their healthiest, brightest, and most beautiful herd members. The event went on for weeks, with it all culminating in today.

Christmas Eve.

Uwe... Well, suppose he should call himself Dasher now! He'd won race after race, a true marathon runner. The reindeer bull threw his head back with a proud smirk. Shoulders rolling with each step as he hummed to himself. A fancy harness made of cloth draped over his regal body. The name Dasher emblazoned on the side. He watched from the corner of his eye as bulls cast him envious looks. Cows watched with interest, lustful designs in their mind.

Oh yes. Winning the honor of being one of The Eight was the highest award a reindeer could be. Some years there would be Nine, but only if the weather was bad. He'd heard rumors of them trying for a Tenth, but that was just misheard. Though it was a strange thing. He'd grown up hearing stories about what an honor it was to be one of the Chosen. Had even met his fair share of winners. Yet very few talked about what it was like to actually pull the Sleigh. Just saying that it was magical and unforgettable.

That aside. It was an easy ticket to partners. Dasher rolled his head proudly and added a little more swagger to his step. Let the cows, and some of the bulls, see his plump sheath and heavy sac. Dasher smirked as his balls clapped off one thigh then the other. He smirked and caught the gaze of one bull. One of his many competitors from the races. Dasher winked and fluttered his lips in a kiss. The bull pulled back, snorted angrily, then caught sight of Dasher's plump privates. He blushed, flustered, and turned away with a huff.

"It's too easy to tease some of them isn't it?"

The voice made him jump and twist. A cow had slid up beside him, her pelt a white so pure she could have easily disappeared into the snow if she wanted. Her eyes were an icy blue so striking it made his breath catch in his throat. She had a few years on him, but was still in her prime. He'd seen her about here and there. Not at the same contests, but while racing. Much like him, she wore a harness with easy.

"Vixen, hey." He put on his best smile and added a swagger to his step.

She rolled her eyes with a smile, "Hey there, Dasher." The cow rolled her head and looked him over, "Not seen you before, first time competing?"

Her tone carried that sweet, sultry low to it. A hum that made the bull shiver with delight. "Yeah," he tried to sound as smooth as he could. While his step and stride was certain and confident, his offered up some betrayal. "It's my first time." Vixen turned to look at him with a smirk. Dasher felt his cheeks color bright under his winter coat. "It's my first time competing I mean."

Vixen laughed and tossed her head. Bumping the bull with her antlers playfully, "Oh don't worry about it. Everyone's nervous their first time." She batted her eyelashes with a smirk. Which only made him blush all that much harder. Vixen threw her head and laughed. "So," she hummed. Then stepped and looked him over again. The older cow's gaze trailed over him slowly. Making no effort to hide her examination, "how was your breeding season there, Dashing?"

Dasher flushed even hotter. "Well," he cleared his throat, "I was training to get ready for this. So..." the bull swayed his head a bit and tried to come up with an excuse. Honestly, he had been training too hard for this. Breeding season just flashed by before he knew what was happening. There'd been a few cows that he'd been interested in, but... well...

She bumped his shoulder with hers, "Oh don't worry there. I'm sure every lady in your herd will be fawning over you next year." Vixen winked, "I know I would be."

That made him blush even more. The bull stammering and trying to think, but his brain was frozen up. Vixen slipped a bit closer and leaned up. Her soft nose brushed over his chin. Up over his cheek, up to where her velvety soft lips could tickle his ear. "Just don't let those cows steal you away from me." Her lips brushed his ear before giving a gentle bite. She danced away with a smirk and a wink. Tail flicked up to show off her privates. Pale lips just barely showing the hints of pink. She added a sway to her hips. "You know," she hummed quietly, "I always had a fondness for Dasher. They're always big, strong bulls. Lots of endurance." Vixen rolled her head with a sigh, "Always gets to be a bit of competition among the Eight. Pairing off to... blow off a little steam before the Eve comes upon us. "

Vixen turned to look over her shoulder at him. "The others always have a bit of celebration before the time comes." She rolled her head towards the sky and judged, "Thought I might come and invite you to myself. See if you wanted to take part in some reindeer games." Her tail twitched up again, showing off to the bull. Her folds a bit more flushed now. Just starting to part and show off. "Let's just say that I missed the breeding season too."

It was about that time that Dasher noticed the quiet. He and Vixen had been walking for some time now. The bull unthinkingly following the stranger out into the tundra. If he craned his ear just so, he could hear the herds behind him. Their voices and noises echoing off the rolling snow dunes. He blinked towards the reindeer cow as she looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk. "Not getting nervous, are you?"

He cleared his throat, "No, no, just..." He put on his best swagger. "You know, not wanting to leap right to it and overstep..."

Vixen let out a rude noise, "If I was Cupid, I've had been a lot more straight forward about it." She smirked and flicked her tail, "Each of us get our roles differently." The cow rolled her head with a laugh, "Let's just say that there's a reason she's Cupid." Vixen rolled her hips and stepped her feet apart. "I'm a bit more subtle about it." She looked over her shoulder, "Unless you're more interested in something else? I think that Blixem might..."

"No no," he felt his nerves fluttering about his gut, "just excited is all." That was an understatement, the way his sheath was already twitching. Cock threatening to spill out at any second.

She flashed a smile, "Don't get too excited now." Wide hips rolled slowly as the cow teased him. "Dasher has a reputation to uphold." The cow lowered her head and fluttered her eyelashes at him. She flashed a smile and flicked her tail towards him. "Impress me."

The way she kept flicking her tail and teasing few him in. Each word another inch closer. Every flick of her tail made his head drop that much more.

No surprise that his nose touched her privates even as she flirted with him. Vixen arched with a smile and hummed, grinding back into her partner. She breathed out a sigh as the bull nuzzled her slit. Those soft lips of his teased her slit. Panting as his hot breath puffed over her folds. She groaned and rolled her head slowly, rocking into him. Especially as Dasher turned from sniffs to slow licks. Each swipe of his tongue carefully placed. Parting her folds then diving in to sweep her walls. The cow leaned her head back with a breathy huff. Shivering from antlers to ankles as this virile bull got her ready.

Oh Dasher was in heaven. Her scent, her taste, everything was just perfect. Not only had he fulfilled one of his lifelong dreams, but now he was hooking up with one of the other Eight. She was gorgeous too. While he hadn't been with a cow before, he knew what one smelled like. There was always something distracting about the scent estrus. That aroma that dulled the senses and drove a bull to rut. Getting the scent of a female, aroused and fully willing? Oh it was sheer bliss.

He groaned into her privates and narrowed his eyes. Dasher huffed and rolled his tongue into her. Savoring the feel of her walls as they clenched against his tongue. Huffing as he narrowed his eyes. Rolling his head just a bit to explore Vixen. She drove back into him, eager and willing. Each push only made him want her more.

"Oh..." Dasher pulled back, "I can't wait anymore." The bull rolled his head, nuzzling those wonderful, wide hips of hers. His chin came to rest on her haunch, muzzle soaked in her juices.

Vixen rolled back, cheeks flushed and body throbbing. "Then don't."

He didn't need a better invitation. Dasher reared, chest pressed to Vixen's body. She braced her feet and waited, experience holding the cow still for the younger bull. Glancing back, she smiled at what she saw. Dasher flashed a smile towards her and licked his muzzle. The bull wrapped eager legs about her hips and pulled himself forward. Experience led her hips to dip just so. The twitching tip of his cock found purchase on slick licks. Barely having to brush over her folds before sinking into her waiting depths.

Eyes rolled back as the bull groaned. Oh he'd had sex before. Just not with a cow. The feel of her walls was a world apart from a bull's tight rump or eager maw. Just how her insides rolled about him. Slick and warm, always inviting him that much deeper. His eyes unfocused, rolled, and closed. Instinct driving Dasher to buck that much deeper.

"Uuurf!" came the grunt as his sheath bumped her slit. The bull drove himself all the way in until balls clapped off her udders. Both shivered at the joyous union. Dasher's eyes glazed over as instinct began to drive his body. Vixen's experience made her hum and roll her hips with a smile. Eyes closing in bliss at the feel of having a male in her. Oh she could tell that he was a Dasher alright. One that had trained so hard to earn that roll. His sac felt impossibly heavy as it clapped off her. More than that, she could feel the power in his hips. Strength hard won by countless hours of living up to his namesake.

Each of his thrusts sent shock waves through her. The cow had to brace herself that much harder. She rocked and drove her body back into his. Head dipped lower as she panted and grunted. Dashed mirrored her head dip. Low grunts driven from the bull as he hammered her. A part of his mind registered how her voice lifted the harder he thrust. So Dasher pulled back, tensed, and leapt!

"Ahhhh!" she called out. The breathless gasp music to his ears. Dasher grinned, dropped, gathered, and slammed in. He put enough force behind each thrust to lift the cow under him. Vixen's feet thudded and scrabbled off the snow. The elder cow started to fight. Scrabbling to keep herself stable as this younger bull gave her his all. Her eyes began to grow crossed as her insides tensed and clenched. Oh he was good, a real stud in the making. She dipped her head and looked, smirking to herself and licking her lips. "Almost..."

Dasher's ears perked. The bull groaned, feeling her juices soaking his lap. "Y-yeah, me too." He laughed, but the sound was cut off. Muscles trembled with the effort of it all. This was working him harder than any marathon had. His gut clenched, balls tightening with their impending release. Yet he held back, wanting to hear Vixen's bugling call before he released. She'd challenged him to uphold the name of Dasher. Once he was challenged, he wasn't one to back down. He had to make her call out.

Shoulders rolled and head dropped. Vixen happily driving her hips back into his as best she could. "Ah... yes!" her voice echoed out over the tundra. Breath came in shorter gasps as her insides clenched, shuddered, and coaxed the male deeper. "Do it, now! AHHH!"

That was all the encouragement he needed. Dasher planted both feet and rocked back. Haunches tightened as he prepared for the lunge.

At the exact moment his muscles uncoiled, something brushed his hanging sac. Just the barest touch before that something coiled about his privates. "Ah..." Dasher gasped, focused on that on tensing of his gut. "Ahh..." he slammed himself forward, ready to bury into the cow. "AHH!" Dasher yelped as the reins pulled tight around his sac.

More straps cast about his ankles and jerked back. The bull's feet skidded on the hard packed snow. Vixen grunted as Dasher's full weight dropped onto her backside. She turned to watch as the bull was drug off her. The cow's feet apart still and tail lifted. Pussy gaped from the male's recent penetration. Juices dripping from her and onto the snow as she shuddered, holding herself at the very cusp. Breath hitched and fogged as she licked over her lips, eager.

Dasher flailed about, but his legs were wrapped hard. The bull twisted, huffed, and felt someone grab his throbbing cock. Soft, quick hands stroked his throbbing manhood. Down to the base, pushing his sheath back, before lashing something around his cock. Dasher tried to yelp and lift as the strap tightened. Shapes rushed from the side. More hands grabbing his body. Forcing a bridle into his mouth and pulling it tight. The bull twisted, but shockingly strong hands jerked his head back down. He barely caught sight of blurred shapes, all wearing red and green, before they struck again.

Something thick slammed against his rear. The bull arched and tried to pull away, but he couldn't. Ropes pulled at his legs, trapping him on the side as the pressure built. Breath caught in his lungs, eyes going wide as his entire form trembled. He tried to clench, but that only made them twist the thing. He tried to lift his head, squirm, something. They just pulled the ropes tighter. "Ah... hrrrrfff...." he grunted and snorted.

"Oh just... mfffph, relax." Vixen huffed from nearby, "It's really quite... oh... quite... mmyeah..." The cow shifted on the snow and gasped, "GooooooOOOOD!"

Her call was enough of a distraction to the bull. When he tried to look, the creatures threw their weight against the plug. He arched and called out as well. His poor anus stretched impossibly wide about the tapered toy before clamping about it's base.

Dasher had been with other bulls before. He'd played both bull and cow before and found either role equally as enjoyable. Why a couple bulls had even managed to get him off before. So he wasn't a stranger to the feel of something stretching him, or massaging his prostate. This thing though? It stretched him wider than any bull had dreamed. Pressed against his prostate with enough force to make his balls leap and gut shudder.

The bull writhed on the snow. Hips hunching forward with enough force to drag his captors along. Strange noises, words he couldn't understand, were shouted from one to the other. More ropes wrapped about his legs. Fore and hind both. Dasher's eyes rolled back as the toy was twisted sharply. Breath caught in his lungs as he shuddered. Balls leaping as he tried to cum. Yet the heavy straps about his privates wouldn't allow him the courtesy.

He groaned and rolled his head about. Hips pumping uselessly as his cock drug through his belly fur. Vixen stood nearby. The cow's eyes narrowed with pleasure as the elven creatures hooked her harness to his ropes. She glanced back with a smirk, tail held high to show off the plugs planted in her pussy and ass. Bells jingled, clamped to the cow's udders, jingled as she swayed her hips. Then, she began to trot away. Dragging the larger bull behind her with ease.

Elsewhere.

Donder hummed and rolled his head. The big bull was strutting alongside Blixem, the pair making laps about the other reindeer that had been chosen. He cast a quick look over Cupid, Comet, Prancer, and Dancer. Six of the Eight were here, though knowing Vixen she likely had found the new Dasher and took him off for some of her fun.

He snorted quietly, knowing the fun she had planned. Crafty minx loved to woo and trap her suitors. Last year, he'd been the new guy and had been trapped by her. No, this year would be different. He'd won his contests and was happily celebrating with the others. Donder glanced over at the bull beside him. Legend had it that Donder and Blixem were twins. Well, this Blixem happened to look almost exactly like him. Smaller, a little shorter, but their color was almost identical. Where his form was larger, and voice was far deeper, Blixem's feet barely seemed to touch the snow as they circled and sang.

It was a fun, easy way to relax after all the stress of training, travel, and competition. Which, glancing towards Cupid, he smirked as she sang out as well. Her voice as clear and beautiful as a chime. Though she was singing about something else as she 'danced' with Dancer. Her udders swaying under her, belly already starting to round with her latest calf.

"Getting distracted, are we Brother?" Blixem cooed into his ear. The smaller male leaned up to suckle at one playfully before darting away.

Donder rolled his head with a snort and smirk. He hadn't had much of a chance to chat with this Blixem before, at least not in this situation. He'd been occupied the year before. Though even then, he knew that the bull enjoyed calling him brother. Not just that, but he also enjoyed playing catch, if you caught his drift. Something Donder had learned after last year's Sleigh Ride.

Which...

He flicked his ear, "Say, Blix?" The bull sang-hummed a response. "Do you remember anything about..." he trailed off a bit. "Well, anything about last year?"

Blixem laughed and batted long lashes at Donder, "Well I remember what a stud you were. I mean, railing me until my legs gave out, then turning on Cupid and Vixen?" He bumped shoulders into the larger male and hummed, "How could I forget? Speaking off..."

The bull trailed off with a smile as he licked his lips. He swept over and dipped his head quickly. Soft cheek brushed Donder's flank before Blixem found what he was looking for. His lips, so soft and supple, lipping at the larger male's sheath. Donder stopped, huffed and narrowed his eyes. A shiver raced down his spine as the other bull began to lick at his sheath. Blixem's skilled tongue easily coaxing his cock out.

Hips shuddered as the male leaned over his partner. A groan broke free as he narrowed his eyes. Pent-up sac leaping and twitching. Oh he'd had a chance to drain them during the rut. Had a few cows out there carrying his calves, no doubt. However, anticipation for the Games had him worked up again.

Memories came rushing back. Memories of what Blixem had talked about. How the other bull had teased him until he was ready to scream. Then how he had made Blixem squeal and pant. Begging his 'brother' for more until he literally collapsed. A look of 'well fucked' on his face as Donder pushed harder. Leaving the bull in a messy, but satisfied state.

Donder shook his head and groaned. The noise lifting as Blixem pulled back to nuzzle his sac. "Oh these look so ripe and delicious. I could just..." He pulled one into his maw and suckled on it. All while he nuzzled up into the throbbing cock.

Oh that was good enough to make him weak in the knees. The way Blixem's tongue rolled his balls. Soft lips caressing his sac...

He shook his head with a groan, "Blix, I'm asking if you remembered anything else." Twisting back, he caught the male's curious look. "Do you remember anything from before that morning? From the SleiIII..."

Something grabbed his sac and pulled hard. The bull felt his gut drop and legs quake. He gasped, eyes watering as the tightness grew. Something rounded pressed up under his tail and twisted. Driving into the surprised bull's backside. His muscles started to clench in protest, but it was too late. Something tapered and slick was being driven into him. Forced deeper before he could even consider resisting.

A bellow broke free as he kicked. His foot caught something and sent it flying. The bull twisted, ears perked as he heard other squeals. He barely had time to spare a glance at the others. Figures dressed in green and red swarmed their clearing. Each one carrying colorful straps and reins.

The Elves had come.

Donder dug his feet into the ground and took off at a run. His deep bellow booming over the tundra. Fear lent his legs wings. The large male starting to thunder across the tundra. An ear twisted back, hearing Blixem grunt and squeal behind. Cries fading as he gained distance. Yet still he ran, packed snow crunching underfoot as he fled.

He failed to notice the slight weight on his back. The weight of an elf still armed with a plug. A plug that the creature gleefully slammed down on. "Rrrf," Donder grunted, ears falling back he tried to clench. The toy had worked its way out partially, but the elf was skilled. This wasn't his first time trying to catch a less-than agreeable reindeer. It shifted, pulling on Donder's thick pelt as it tried to force the plug deeper. The big bull wasn't going to give in easily. He started bucking. Throwing his rear this way and that, challenging his captor.

Glee surged through him as the weight vanished! Only to feel his embroidered harness pull tight. The elf swung up with Donder's buck, came off, and brought both feet down on the plug.

"ARRRR!" he screamed as the plug stretched him impossibly wide. Eyes watering as he tried to keep his pace up. Donder was big and strong, but he was far from the fastest. He stumbled, staggering from the force of that penetration. Yet somehow, he kept his feet under him. Panting as the elf pressed both feet to the plug.

It slipped just a bit deeper. Threatening to slide past it's base. He threw his head, snorting, as the harness shifted and pulled tight across his broad chest. Donder ground his teeth, foaming at the lips as he threw his head. "Nah uh..." he huffed, trying to kick the attacker off. The kick only made matters worse. As the plug jostled, something within it clicked. He could feel it in him, that slow ticking as each step and buck wound it that much tighter. Then, without warning, it unleashed. A hard, too-intense buzzing that hissed right against his prostate. His cock leapt against his belly. Precum stained his belly and the ground as he tried to keep moving. Yet with every step, he could feel the toy clicking. That slow, insidious winding that would signal another burst.

"Don't think for one second that I'm going down that ea... AAAARRKK!"

The elf had kicked off the plug. Swinging up into the air. Except this time, when he came down, his foot was aimed considerably lower. Donder's gut heaved and jerked as the curly shoe planted itself right into his jingling balls. He stumbled, coughing and wheezing. Barely able to keep one foot in front of the other.

Seeing that the bull wasn't going down yet. The elf grabbed at Donder's second harness and pulled. What air was left in the reindeer's lungs was driven out with a gut-wrenching, "Urrrnnnng!" as the ropes about his sac and sheath pulled taut. Donder's maw hung open as he tried to catch his breath. Steps faltering, then slowing before he dropped to his knees.

Yet the elf stayed on his rear. Perched and waiting to see if he'd try to escape. Donder rolled his head and groaned. Even that small motion prompted another sharp tug at the ropes. Seems the elf didn't even want him moving. Least not until someone came to recover them.

The front of the house was a swarm of activity. Elves chattered as they hauled the reindeer towards the sleigh. Some, like Vixen, cooperated. Happily getting into line. Others resisted, bucking and kicking even as they were forced into place. Then there was Dasher, who was so heavily restrained, it was a shock that he was even able to stand.

The bull's legs shook, eyes unfocused, and nose firmly buried against Vixen's rump. The cow had been hauled in directly in front of him and his snout lashed to her. He huffed, nose full of the female's scent. All while that his rear clenched and throbbed around the toy. A toy which would occasionally spin up and torture him with its' buzzing. He groaned, shuddered, and tensed as it released again. His entire body hunching forward, cock aching by now as it begged for release.

Instinct screamed at him to wrap his legs around the cow in front of him. TO mount her time and time again. Fill her with his seed until she couldn't help but have his calf. Yet he couldn't even budge. Not without one of the elves jerking his head back down or yanking on the reigns. To make matters worse, one was under him, still stroking his cock. The elf held some sort of tube, warm and slick, that it was pumping over his cock. Not fast, but enough to keep him on edge. Whenever he'd snort and try to buck, it would slow. Then start up again as soon as they were sure he was calm.

He did manage to roll his head some, watching as they pulled in a large bull. The male was panting and heaving, gut jumping as an elf dangled from his rear. One foot firmly on the bull's haunch and the other... well it made Dasher's gut clench just thinking about it.

"Are they ready?" A deep voice boomed across the yard. A figure filled the doorway of the house. His massive frame wreathed in red and white, a huge sac slung over his shoulder. "My my, we've got some fine ones this year." It was The Claus, driver of the Sleigh, Giver of Gifts, and a being of such magical prowess that it boggled the mind.

An elf chattered at him, the Jolly One leaning in to listen. "Oh I see. Well if they put up that much of a fight, I should be back before schedule. Oh ho ho!"

Ears turned towards the Claus as he approached. A gloved hand stroked over each reindeer in turn. Checking harnesses, pulling at restraints, and even grabbing bound sacs. "Well," he laughed as Donder grumbled, "this one is certainly productive, though... Hopefully not too damaged." He cast a glance at the suddenly preoccupied elves. "Regardless, everything seems in order."

Wood creaked as he climbed aboard the Sleigh. A low sigh came from the Claus as he got settled. Grumbling something about the seat and improvements he needed to make.

"So," he hummed and reached for a long handled whip. "Shall we?"

He lifted the whip overhead and swung it in a lazy circle. "Now Dasher," countless years of practice sent the whip in a sharp line. It just barely kissed the bull's sac. Dasher jumped and yelped as the pain radiated through him. Yet... there was something else. As the stinging pain spread through him, something else did as well.

Muscles twitched and jumped as his body grew larger, yet also lighter. An itch spread over his head, then a dull ache. Antlers once more growing from his skull. A flurry of snow and merry jingling spread through the suddenly still night as the magic took hold. Dasher snorted and nosed harder into Vixen'sbackside, the cow's slit only growing warmer, her scent more inciting to him. All while his gut clenched and churned. Belled straps pulling ever tighter around his growing sac and manhood.

"Now Dancer!" The bull beside him jumped and grunted. Eyes rolling back as the whip snapped at his privates. Dasher could see the male's head roll as he began to change.

"Now Prancer and Vixen!" The whip lashed out with two deft flicks. It barely missed Dasher's cheek as it fell on Vixen's pale slit. She gasped and squealed with glee, pushing back. A gush of her excitement soaking the magically enhanced bull's nose. Her form shuddered and pushed back, scent growing stronger as her form shifted as well. Dasher's eyes rolled back as he snorted and huffed, muzzle coated with her juices. His entire form shivered with growing need as Vixen moaned into her bit and ground back into him.

"On Comet!" A whip, a yelp, then a moan as the magic flowed. "On Cupid! On Donder and Blixem."

Donder's gut tightened as the whip snapped over his privates. The large bull started to gasp and heave. Blixem stood at his side, groaning and throwing his head about as well. Muscles rippled under their winter coat as they grew, bodies shifting to a similar size and color.

"To the top of the porch!" The Claus incanted, "To the top of the wall!" The whip lashed again, further fueling his yuletide spell with pent up lusts. "Now Dash away!" The reindeer lurched as one, sled shifting behind them. "Dash away!" They picked up speed, soon thudding across the tundra. "Dash away all!" Wind whipped under and around them. Feet soon impacting on the air, striding along it as if it were as solid as ice.

Breath puffed from their nostrils as the magically endowed reindeer strode along. Noses grinding into privates, reins pulling tight against teats and scrotum. Plugs humming as they resonated with the spell. Claus grinned as he leaned back. Oh yes, it was amazing what one could do with the right energy and motivation. Who would've thought that the best way to deliver gifts to the Nice boys and girls was to be naughty.

He banked over the pole and waved to his loyal elves. Then to the gathered herds far below, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"