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"Umm, can I help you guys?" Rudolph asked the encroaching ring of angry bucks. He was in the process of cooling down and cleaning up after the big delivery run. Outside there had been the usual big group of cheering crowds celebrating the big man's return, but back in the stables... well, usually it was more closely guarded than this.

"You bet you can, Rudy," one of the bucks started. "You-"

"YOU KNOCKED UP MY DOE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" A second buck lunged forward, magical sparkles under his hooves, though the crowd of other bucks managed to intercept him. "Hey! What gives?! He fucked all our girls! Why are you defending him?"

Rudolph's ears drooped, his eyes going wide and the glow leaving the tip of his nose, but he attempted to remain calm and deescalate the situation. "So... I understand why you might be mad, but I had no control over the situation, I swear by Santa's beard." He then tilted his head. That was just over 24 hours ago. How the heck did they know already? "And... how would you know she's knocked up? By the end of the night, I was just about shooting blanks."

Tears streamed from the buck's eyes. "Heats don't end on day two without a reason, jackass!"

The first one glared at Rudolph, eyes narrowing menacingly. "So... you did fuck our girls?" His grip started to loosen on the flailing, crying buck. "Ya know, maybe we won't need to wait for antlers. I'm sure Santa would understand."

Backing towards the showers, Rudolph chuckled nervously. "Look, let me explain. Clarice had some crazy idea of throwing me in a sex swing to knock up her sister, apparently others heard about it... I was literally tied up and had no option on who plunged down."

"And now the bastard's bragging about it!" one of the other bucks screamed out. "Seriously, it's time we trampled his holly jolly face in!" A general murmur went through the group, the already tense atmosphere getting more troubling.

Thinking fast, Rudolph held up his hooves. "Hold on a moment, guys, fellas. Listen, while I don't think anyone should claim ownership on any doe they're not mated to, and the one thing I was sure of was none of them were actively claimed mates, I also can't unfuck your girlfriends. You can unscrew a light bulb, but you can't unscrew a doe. But I seriously had no control over the situation, so what if I offer you something in exchange?"

The crowd didn't seem pleased by his joke, and he heard someone mutter in the back "Well, I could always have some fun with Clarice..." It caused Rudolph's nostrils to flare, his nose glowing angrily for a moment before he let out a breath, calming himself. This was a fight he wouldn't win. Even with all his bulking up in the years he'd been pulling the sleigh, he was still one of the smallest bucks at the north pole. Violence, he knew, wasn't the answer.

"I'd rather not get Clarice hurt in this, or harm the fawn she's carrying, but... Whether I messed with your peace of mind, your relationship, or just a piece of tail, I can't undo the past. But I can offer you something to replace it. So, if you'll give me..." he trailed off, knowing how tired he was, even if the adrenaline coursing through his system wasn't going to let him feel it. Still, he'd need time. "... Give me until tomorrow night. Then, at my house, you'll have everything you need waiting for you."

The first one to talk snorted angrily, glaring at Rudolph. "How do we know you're not just gonna run off? Plenty of time to cook up something nefarious or try to skirt the issue."

Rudolph looked positively offended, holding up a hoof to his chest in horror. "Really? You think I'd abandon my mate, my calling in life, Santa's magic and care, and, if what you guys are all saying is true, my fifteen fawns just to run off? You think I'd just escape into the snow and leave all of you holding the bags? I know what it is to have a bad father. I'm not letting any ONE of them go without a loving dad."

The same one in the lead rolled his eyes. "Oh, cut the crap, Rudy. You knocked up just about every doe in town that isn't mated, and you're trying to act the altar boy? Give us a break!"

The red nosed reindeer looked him in the eyes, pure focus and determination behind the glance. "Look, I can't fix the past. But I will do what I must to make it right. Give me until tomorrow night, and if I fail, I don't care what you do to me. Just leave the does and their fawns out of it. I am the one who did you wrong, I will be the one to make things right."

There was a lot of muttering, all the bucks glaring and frustrated, some boyfriends, some fathers, some just helping their friends... It would be easy for them to take him out, or keep track of him if he tried something stupid. And so, one by one, they nodded, letting him have his chance. It came down to the leader, who sighed. "Alright. But we'll have eyes on you. You try to disappear and no magic in the world will save you, got that?" Rudolph nodded in understanding and the group began to make their exit, though already two kept their eyes on him as he headed into the showers.

Cleaning off the grime from a world-wide trek and warming up his body, he still felt like ice was sitting in the pit of his stomach. This was one heck of a hole he was dug in... Now he just had to figure a way out.

******

As night fell on the day after Christmas a soft jingling echoed through Rudolph's house, the bells on his harness reacting to the movements as straps were tightened and buckles were locked in. Clarice tugged on a final strap, then stepped back, looking at her mate all bound up and hanging from the ceiling, his legs strapped in and ribbons like gifts covering his sheathe and wrapping up over his back to make him look like a very appetizing gift to anyone who would walk in the front door. One ribbon even tied his tail up, showing off the gently glowing hole just underneath it. "Are you sure about all this, dear? I could try to explain things, or maybe even be the one to-"

Rudolph shook his head, looking determined even as his heart pounded in his throat. "No, darling. While this whole harness thing was your idea, as was inviting the does, I am the one who didn't make my voice heard to stop it. And with how angry they were... I wouldn't dare risk your safety or that of our fawn." Clarice walked around to his front and he nuzzled against her cheek, taking in a sharp, shuddering breath. "While none of them were mated, I still claimed all those does. Even if they don't have any kind of basis, if this will calm them down, I will let them claim me."

Clarice nuzzled her husband, then kissed him deeply and lovingly, though she couldn't quite help the fact that she was wet just hearing this whole situation. She definitely wasn't going to leave the house like he asked. As the kiss ended she looked him in the eyes. "My brave Rudolph. It is a noble thing you do today, for me and all those does. Know you will always have my heart, and I will help you however I can when this is all over."

Rudolph nodded, still putting on a brave face, then gestured over to the final piece of the getup. "Thank you, my love. Now... Help me with the mask and get out of here. I don't want you to see what all happens to me." His gravid mate walked over to the table, grabbing the leather mask and slipping it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness while she strapped it under his chin, then hooked it to the ribbon that held up his tail. The weight added on his head by this mask caused him to naturally lower it, raising his tail as though he was eager for all to see. He shuddered to think what all would happen to him, but he was ready for the fallout of everything that had happened, and he patiently awaited, only able to hear Clarice's hooves leaving the room and leaving him alone.

From the bedroom door Clarice had a good view of Rudolph, the leather mask sitting on his head having antlers rising from it, making him look like a doe. Between the antlers was a sign that read "As I made those does mine, make me your doe. Use me to your heart's content, my tail flags for you" along with a string and a small pen to mark down how many had used him. That had been a modification she'd added on, going with the small tape recorder she hit the button on. The tape with all the does had been hot as hell to watch, bringing her to multiple screaming orgasms as he'd made his trip around the world... She'd have to see if this one lived up to it.

After a few minutes, though it felt like an eternity to the sensory deprived reindeer strung up from the ceiling, the sound of hooves crunching in the snow approached from outside, along with the jeering and chatter of many frustrated and angry bucks. Rudolph swallowed nervously, but kept himself ready, just hoping that the bottle of lubrication he'd procured that sat on the table near him would be well used. The sound of hooves on his floor made his ear perk, his nose and asshole glowing nervously, while the familiar voice of the leader of the herd rang out. "Alright Rudy, you had your time to plan, what... Oh what the fuck is this?"

Sounds of confusion and crowding hooves were followed by bursts of laughter and jeers of delight. "Oh, look at this horny bastard. Couldn't get enough with just the girls, has to get the boys involved." "Well, if he'd gonna act like such a bitch about it, at least he made it easy." "You know, he makes a pretty doe. Almost feel bad we stopped teasing him about it before." "All tied up like a present, but he thinks this will be enough?" "Oh, he'll never hear the end of this."

One of the older bucks, proud and muscular, stepped forward, and Clarice gasped in delight at seeing him, her hoof already reaching below her swollen teats to tease at her lower lips. It was none other than Dasher, a dusting of grey fur along his head and over his muzzle, who stepped forward first. He looked at the sign, then at Rudolph, before he snorted angrily. "You take my little girl's virginity, plant a seed in her... You're going to feel every inch of my wrath. But, my dear team leader... I'll be nice. As her heat had her lubed, I won't ram you raw. I don't think I'd fit if I did."

Rudolph shuddered and whimpered softly to himself, his whole body shaking in the swing. He had never allowed more than a passing thought at being gay, let alone being the sub in the situation, and yet this seemed like the best solution. But even he couldn't have imagined Dasher would be among those getting retribution. He was nearly twice Rudolph's size, all muscles built over years on the team, and in the showers, that cock... It looked closer to that of a horse than that of a deer. Surely it would split him in half!

But he said nothing, only sucking in a sharp breath as he felt the cool liquid hit his tail hole, then be rubbed into position by a large, powerful hoof. For a moment he clenched tight, fearful of the power of the hoof behind it pushing into his ass, but Dasher seemed to have no want to do that. From the bedroom, Clarice watched the thick lubrication glide down over his hole, then be poured along Dasher's huge length. It glowed lightly with Rudolph's inner light, spreading the red shine down to the ribbons, before Dasher reared back.

The bells on Rudolph's harness jingled harshly as the weight landed on his back, the huge, warm, muscular presence pressing against his fur. Then he felt a tug at the antlers attached to his head, before the clattering of wood let him know the sign had been tossed aside. "I'll need room to breed you like my mate. She claimed having our little Cynthia was easy as pie after I stretched her out. I wonder how bad I'll ruin you." Rudolph clenched his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath, then letting out a shocked gasp as the tapered tip of Dasher's cock pressed against his tail hole. It seemed huge already, just the front of it gliding forward with the lubrication. His ring flared with light as it was stretched into a yawning O, inch by inch slowly sinking into his ass and pushing his muscles further and further.

Rudolph grit his teeth, a whimper escaping him as he was claimed inch by inch, the warm, throbbing cock slowly filling him. It was uncomfortable, a little painful, and yet Dasher wasn't just rushing to ruin him. Whatever the big buck had planned, he was making sure to ease the younger male into it. It seemed to take ages, the weight on his back steadily increasing as Dasher sank further and further in, but finally, with a snort right in Rudolph's ear and the feeling of fuzz touching his sensitive, yawning ass, Dasher chuckled. "Took it all, little doe. Well done." Rudolph's ass clenched, the glowing ring wet with lube and squeezing the tapered length inside him, and Dasher's breath was warm in his ear. "Patience, bitch. I'll rut you right."

Clarice bit her lip, stifling a moan as she watched her mate's ass yawning wide. What Rudolph couldn't see, though, was how bright his nose was flaring, and how bright his cock, seemingly pushed free with each inch Dasher had sunk in, glowed beneath him. While his balls were locked away, trying to give the illusion of being a doe with the ribbon holding them shut, there was no hiding the length bobbing underneath him, something Rudolph had sworn wouldn't happen. He'd claimed he wouldn't enjoy it. But his body made it clear he loved it as least as much as she did watching. Grinding her hips back against the toy she'd set up on the edge of the bed, she continued to watch in voyeuristic glee.

Dasher slowly pulled his cock back, Rudolph's red ring tightening around it, aching to be back to its tight, virgin state and clinging to the cock within it. "Relax, fawn," Dasher growled, and Rudolph did his best to, knowing from his time with his mate that getting too nervous or tight would only hurt. When only the tip was in him, a relieved Rudolph sighing happily that it might be done, Dasher's full weight pulled against him, the swing pulling the red nosed buck down every inch of that huge cock at once and filling him to the brim. He let out a cry of surprise, almost feeling like the cock would shoot from his throat it felt so big, but what caught everyone in the room by surprise was the lilting moan on the edge of things. Rudolph's cheeks blushed as bright as his glowing extremities, realizing he was, in fact, enjoying this.

Dasher laughed, looking back at the others. "Come on now! Don't tell me you want me to be the only one. He's got a good hole up front in need of filling. Might not have cum down their throats, but you know they tasted him." This seemed to rile up a few of the others from the murmuring, and the sound of hooves approaching his front had Rudolph shut his mouth quickly, suddenly sad he hadn't gone for a mask that covered his face. He heard the voice of the leader right in front of him, clearly inches from his nose.

"Open up, little doe. You're gonna taste every inch and you're gonna love it. The sign said you were ours, after all." The sneer in his voice was audible, and Rudolph tried hard to keep his teeth grit tight, hoping he could win the battle. "After what you did to Sheila, you better believe I'm going to flood your mouth. You're going to be gargling enough fawns to open up a daycare." The line caught Rudolph off guard, and, timed with the next soul-filling thrust from Dasher's massive meat, the bound buck didn't focus enough not to moan out his lusty reaction.

The second his mouth opened it was filled, the tapering length rushing back into his throat so fast he thought he was going to hurl. He gasped and gagged on it, feeling the antlers on his head being pulled towards it and his tail being raised. "Hold it, Rudy, hold it. Taste it. Enjoy it, and I might let you breathe again." Rudolph could feel his eyes watering in the mask, his glowing nose pressed roughly into the warm, musky crotch of Sheila's buck while his lungs burned for air. His ass fluttered and clenched, making the next thrust painfully tight, his cock bouncing in sympathy as he whimpered around the cock.

Dasher growled into his ear, stopping at the unusually tight thrust. "Relax, doe, or this is going to be a long night. I want the only red coming out of you to be glowing, you hear?" Rudolph couldn't react or nod, but he took the words into his panicking brain, slowly lowering his heart beat and stopping the futile thrashing of his bound legs. Slowly the panicked gasps for air were replaced with smooth motions of his throat swallowing around the cock in it, and his ass went from pained clutching to a more welcoming tug. Still, his lungs were burning, taking in full nose-fulls of the musky scent in his mouth as whatever available air pushed past the tapered length.

Eventually the grip on the antlers let up, his head being allowed to raise. His tongue glided along the length within his mouth, tasting a hint of something salty and sweet as the tip slipped free. He gasped, panting for a moment as he took in air, before he let out a high, submissive moan. He felt pre leaking from his shaft as his prostate was pressed against fully, Dasher doing wonders to claim his doe. After a moment, though, his antlers were pulled on, tugging down again, as he heard the vicious voice above him. "Deep breath, bitch, I'm coming back in."

Rudolph followed the orders, taking in a deep breath and opening wide as his tongue, this time, was used as a red carpet. The warm, throbbing meat slid down his throat, nearly making him gag again, but he held it off. Clarice, from her vantage point, could see the glow of Rudolph's nose muffled by the fur, but the cock in his mouth and in his ass were both outlined in brilliant red light, while the constant leaking drops of pre gleamed in the glow of his cock. She whimpered, wondering what it would feel like to be filled so full as that... Maybe after all this was said and done.

Slowly Rudolph, his senses still blinded to just the taste, touch, and sounds, felt himself getting into the moment. He was panting and moaning with each thrust, hearing the snorts of focus from Dasher and the moans of delight from the male at his mouth. It wasn't his favorite situation, to be sure, but as he slowly relaxed into it, he realized that, perhaps, he'd be able to make it through the evening. At least until he heard those words. "Take it you slutty bitch!"

Before he could prepare he felt his face tugged forward, the tip of that cock lodging deep in his throat before it began to pour forth its prize. Thick shots of warmth went right past his taste buds, the main vein on the cock pulsing against his tongue before depositing its prize right into his stomach. He moaned around it, eyes watering as once more his lungs started crying for air around the length clogging his throat.

Instead of air, though, he simply got more liquid as a silent snort and a final, powerful thrust pushed into his ass. His ring yawned wide, spread to what felt like a breaking point before the pulse of Dasher's cum rushing into him stretched him that much further. In an instant warmth erupted into him, blooming from depths he never knew could feel and splashing deeper. The sticky warmth crept deeper and deeper, all the while the grunting warm breath washed over his neck. He shuddered and moaned, overwhelmed with sensation as his belly was filled from both ends.

Slowly the cock in his mouth pulled free, more spurts filling his throat and leaving his mouth a mess, while he coughed, then took in a sharp breath. The cough had a bubble of cum form at his nose, glowing in the red light before it popped and trailed down his muzzle, and he licked it clean, tasting the salty sensation. He could hear dripping from in front of him, then a satisfied chuckle. "Alright, who wants next up front?" As he heard those words, he felt his heart flutter not with fear, but anticipation... and he realized his cock was drooling not from eagerness, but being spent.

Clarice had watched it all from the side, her own orgasm crashing over her as she watched her mate be filled from both ends. Those full sacks bulged, pulsing and pulling tight, and as they emptied into his helpless, submissive form, she watched his bright red cock fire its load, a puddle of white forming under the swing and glowing in the light. He could never claim he hadn't enjoyed it, as the proof was on tape.

While the leader of the revenge pack went over to the sign and started a tally for Rudolph's mouth, the wet slurping sound of Dasher pulling free filled the room. The lewd sound brought all eyes on it, followed by the audible splash of everything he'd pumped into Rudolph rushing free from the gaping buck's ass. It gleamed in his personal glowing light, a waterfall of much more than Christmas cheer that clung to the ribbon and pooled with his own leavings on the floor. Dasher then walked over to the sign and marked down one for Rudolph's ass, then nodded towards the next in line.

However, instead of two from the line, two more powerful forms burst in the door from outside. Two more from the main crew, Prancer and Cupid, made their grand entrance past all the frustrated bucks. Prancer was a proud father, and so whispers were around that one of his does must have gotten caught in the mix, but Cupid got a few strange looks. He was known quite publicly to not be interested in does and happily be the head of the gay faction of bucks at the pole. Yet he glared right back at anyone who questioned him. "This little asshole took the top spot, and when I heard about a revenge on Rudolph, how could I resist. I might've even let it slip to a couple of the does."

The bucks looked out the door, but the comment was disregarded as they saw nothing. However, Clarice went to the bedroom window, where she could see many of the does that Rudolph had claimed watching from the windows outside. Silently she opened up her window and gestured for them to come inside. Why let the boys have all the fun, after all? She simply asked them all to be quiet and enjoy the show, and maybe help each other with the frost that had started to form dripping from their lower lips.

Rudolph had felt empty, his mind racing but catching none of the words that were being said. His whole body was rocked to the core, and he could now feel a slight breeze much deeper in himself than he'd known was possible. The dripping from his ass had felt strangely wonderful, but a sad feeling, as though he'd wanted to keep the mess in. It was an odd thought, one he couldn't dwell on as he felt a second weight on his back, realizing someone new had taken up position. He was preparing for the lubrication, but was instead met with a cock sliding in easily, sloppy seconds making him more ready than he'd expected.

It wasn't as large as Dasher's cock, but Cupid had a lot more practice pleasing a buck, and even with Rudolph feeling as used as he was, he was moaning in moments. This was perfect for Prancer, who happily filled his mouth and shut him up. In the other room, Donna, his daughter, held back a muffled squeal of delight, watching with rapt attention as her daddy and her fawn's daddy went to work. A second later it was met with another muffled squeal as she felt a muzzle buried in her lower lips, finding Clarice happily eating out the young doe and mother of her mate's fawn.

None of this was noticed by the bucks, however, who were circled within the glow of Rudolph, watching him be taken from both ends. His submissive body rocked back and forth in the swing, timed perfectly between the powerful, thrusting bucks working both his ends. Cupid whistled, looking at Prancer's chest as he pulled on Rudolph's antlers. "You know, I watched your ass all these years and I thought it was fine. Didn't know how nice you were from the front."

Prancer chuckled as he pushed forward, his balls wetly slapping against Rudolph's chin. "Always gave you a view you couldn't resist, right? I thought I saw you staring."

Cupid's hips rotated, grinding perfectly against Rudolph's prostate and making him squeal in delight, a huge blob of cum dripping from his glowing length. "Guilty as charged. Though you are far too butch to go for. Now, this glowing little twink... if I'd known he had such a subby side, I'd have been trying to swing for the other team."

"Rudy the twink buck cum dump... has a ring to it, but I don't think there'll be many songs about it," Prancer joked as his cock throbbed, Rudolph's throat massaging it and guiding the first dollop of precum right into his stomach.

"No, but this is going to be legendary indeed. Just the things we'll be able to call him are worth a few more glow-nosed fawns, right?" Cupid's grip tightened, the bells on the harness jingling as he picked up the pace, making Rudolph's cock rapidly bounce underneath him, then slap lewdly against his stomach every time Cupid's balls smacked his sack.

Prancer grunted, looking Cupid in the eyes as he sped up as well, the wet throat sounds of Rudolph reaching a pleasured peak each time they were cut off by a throat full of cock. Both of the bucks were taking their 'doe' rapidly, panting and grunting, while his moans filled the air. By this point, there wasn't a flaccid buck or dry doe in the house, with the whole line just trying to figure out where they'd be next.

The two running mates hilted in unison, and Clarice raised her head from Donna's rump just in time to witness the hottest thing she'd ever seen. Cupid and Prancer were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, their balls pulsing as they unloaded into Rudolph, who was leaking from both sides and unloading his own second load right onto the floor. Her pussy clenched, ecstasy running through her, though only as much as Donna, whose pussy gushed right into her chest while the newly-bred doe collapsed to the ground on jelly legs.

"I'm taking you next," Prancer growled as the kiss ended, and they both pulled free, leaving the coughing, moaning Rudolph dripping from both ends. With tallies left on the board, they made their way to the corner, while two of the other bucks readied to release their frustrations on Rudolph and some of the others began eyeing each other, unsure if they could wait long enough. There was only one constant through the night: the deep red glow from Rudolph that got brighter and brighter as he was used and taken every way a buck could be.

******

It was dawn by the time the last buck finished pumping his load into the cum-leaking buck locked in the swing. The rest had made their way home, as had the does as things were winding down. Clarice had taped it all, even if she'd been distracted by the secondary party happening in the other room. But as she carefully made her way across the slick and sticky floor, she looked at the sign. Some of the tallies were in streaks of cum, and more than one had been a double dip, but there were at least two marks for each doe Rudolph had had his way with. She wondered if she could get it treated and hang it as a point of pride, but figured he probably wouldn't be quite so keen on the idea.

Streaks of white coated Rudolph from head to toe, dripping from his harness and filling some of the bells, while the most concentrated points were around his mouth and ass. He was panting, a bubble of cum inflating and deflating at his nose, while white dripped from the tip of his tongue. His stomach was bulging slightly from the sheer number of loads, and with how loose his ass was... well, Clarice wasn't sure when he'd next be able to sit down again.

She walked to the front, undoing the mask and taking the weight off his head, to find his eyes red and watery as they blinked in the light. She looked him in the eyes with pure love in her own, nuzzling the clean part of his head. "How are you feeling, my love?"

Rudolph coughed up a blob of white, his whole body limp and tired. As she went to unhook him, though, he chuckled, catching her attention. He smirked as he looked at her. "Next Christmas, let's make sure there's water available. For both of these 'parties' of ours." His eyes glinted in the glow of his nose. "Santa's gonna get another generation of fawns for Christmas, and I don't want anyone's muscles cramping up when they take their revenge." His tail wagged weakly, then he sagged in the swing, the last of his energy leaving him.

Clarice's smile grew mischievous as she looked towards the camera, gears turning already on how best to use the footage. "Don't worry my darling. I don't think anyone's going to miss out on next year."