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A Christmas Curse

Part 4

for Juantillery

by Draconicon

The first night came and went, and Tex was surprised how...faded, he supposed, the night was in his memory the next morning. He knew that it had happened, knew that he had been out and about and nearly naked for something like six hours before he was finally allowed to go home, and he knew that Samson was pissed at him for...some reason or other, that part wasn't too clear, but that was about all that he remembered.

But as he rolled out of bed, he definitely felt a bit more that he should have remembered, for sure. His ass burned as he rolled to the side, and he groaned as his hole burned as if it had been fucked...and fucked a lot, and hard, for that matter.

"Think I should remember something like that," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he slowly got his hooves under him. Hooves. Not feet. Something else to remember. He wobbled as he stood up, getting used to the feeling of two large toe-like things being the only things supporting him, even as he reached out for the wall for support. "Ugh. This is going to be a pain in the -"

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

The phone? This early in the morning? Who the hell - probably Samson, he realized. He hadn't given the hippo his number, but then again, he hadn't exactly signed up to be turned into a reindeer for the holiday season, either, so he supposed that all evened out in some way. Shaking his head, he picked up his cell and held it to his ear.

"Tex here."

"You're late."

"I didn't know you had me on a schedule," he said, not bothering to hide his snark as he stumbled from his apartment bedroom to the living room. "Might have told me that before I went home to crash."

"And you might have checked in with me before throwing the deliveries for a loop."

"Oh? Are you getting complaints?" he asked, a slow smile rising on his cheeks.

"Not yet."

"...Oh."

"Not for lack of trying on your part, however. The big guy is going to be rather displeased if we have to pile too much stuff on his sleigh when the time comes. Pretty sure that your ass and your back are going to be hating you afterward, too."

"I'm gonna pretend that makes some kind of sense." He'd reached the kitchen, gotten some coffee going, but even the smell of that stuff wasn't enough to get around the raw raunchy smell that permeated his fur and oozed off his body. "So, when should I have been there?"

"Here? Anytime. On delivery? Twenty minutes ago."

Tex bit back a smirk, knowing that he was responsible for a few complaints already. They might not be pouring in, but the longer that he delayed the gifts going out, the more pissed that the clients were going to get. That was just the world of business and how it went. If he could keep this up, then he would trash their reputation further and further. All he had to do was make sure that Samson couldn't directly blame him for all the stuff that was going wrong.

The coffee machine dinged, and he swallowed it. Black. Not that he wanted the bitterness, but he needed it to wake up. The heat went down his throat, splashed through his stomach, and he winced through the strong taste.

"Alright. I'll be down for the bag in a minute."

"No need. Yours is already refilled."

"...Come again?"

"Check it."

He looked at the rough rucksack that he had carried through the night, and kicked it. His hoove bounced off something hard inside, all but confirming that the 'Magic of Christmas' was still alive and well.

Well, so much for taking the scenic route to work and wasting more time...

Samson probably knew that was exactly what he planned on doing and had done this to make sure that he didn't have the chance to do any more fuckery. It was a good effort, he had to admit, but there were so many other ways that he could mess with the company. If they thought that this would be enough to keep him from messing with their rep, then they had another thing coming.

Because Tex wasn't about to let them get away with this. So what if he was a con-artist, a criminal? What right did they have to start shifting his species around and forcing him into work that he didn't agree to? Sure, the court system did that with tons of criminals, but that didn't mean that a private company could do the same to him. He did the fucking, not the other way around.

Shaking his head, he swallowed the last of his coffee, then tossed his bag over his shoulders. He grabbed the phone again.

"So, deliveries. Guessing the papers are in the bag?"

"They are now."

"Great...."

"Come by the stables at lunch. We'll have a talk. Or, rather, you and Blitzen are going to have a talk."

That froze him as he reached for his thong. The idea of having to have a face-to-face talk with that massive reindeer didn't fill him with joy. As a matter of fact, it filled him with something quite contrary to joy. It was something more like fear. Except that he didn't usually feel so afraid of something as he felt of Blitzen, particularly after seeing what that musky stud had been doing to Rudolph. He had the feeling that the big guy would be gunning to do the same thing to him, considering that he was the new guy and the one that hadn't been broken in yet.

Or at least, hadn't been up until some time last night. He reached back, rubbing his barely-covered ass, trying to remember just what had happened to him last night. There wasn't much to say.

"Get going, kid."

Click. And the phone call was over. He glared at it before tossing it onto the counter.

"Ain't a kid..."

That was a pretty pathetic comeback to someone that wasn't even there to listen, but despite having just chugged a fair chunk of coffee, it was the best one that he could come up with. Maybe there was something better that he could have said, but for the moment, he was more focused on the job ahead. Or rather, the sabotage of the job ahead. He grinned as he imagined the sort of phone calls that the Customer Service department would be fielding today if he did his job right. There'd be all kinds of complaints coming in when they realized how shit a job the company was doing, and how badly they were treating their workers.

Just a bit more, and surely, he'd be let loose for incompetence before he could sink the whole thing...

Afternoon rolled around, and his head was in a haze. He had fully meant to head back to his apartment before coming back to the toy store, but somehow, he had ended up there without thinking about it. His ass ached, mostly from the random people that kept spanking it as he walked along the sidewalk. His head rolled back and forth along his shoulders, filled with fog and cotton and feeling like it was all clogged up in a weird way. He groaned under his breath as he rounded the building the same way that he had done the night before, finding his way to the snowy stables and stepping inside.

Rudolph was just packing up, it looked like, with some other reindeer wearing a caller displaying the name 'Prancer' being the one to lead him around by a leash. Heavy, furred balls hung down well below normal as Rudolph walked by, and Prancer chuckled.

"Don't worry about him. Now that we're close to Christmas, he doesn't get to cum until after the big night," the other reindeer said.

"I wasn't interested."

"You should be. This could be you if you fuck up."

"..."

"Anyway, Blitzen's looking for you. Should be down in his stable, all the way at the end."

All the way at the end. In other words, where nobody else was going to see what was said or done. He had seen enough bosses with that policy that he knew that this was going to be...unpleasant.

But did he have a choice? Not really. The other reindeer that were around and not out delivering were watching him with a grin, and some of them were almost as feral-eyed as Rudolph had been, huffing, puffing, rubbing their cocks and oozing pre-cum all over the floor. The entire stable stunk of the raw rut of the males that seemed to be lacking a female. He stepped between them, doing his best to avoid any and all of the puddles that had been left behind. That just seemed to be begging for some trouble, stepping in the slime that was left behind by the other creatures that lived there.

Blitzen was waiting for him, alright, the tallest of the reindeer leaning back with his arms crossed and his cock sticking out, half-hard, from his sheath. He chuckled as Tex came around the corner.

"Well, well, well. So I finally get to see the new guy." The reindeer looked him up and down. "Not got a lot going on, it looks like."

"Fuck off."

"Ah, there we go...But that's not that Christmas-y, is it?"

"..."

"Better watch out, better not cry...better not pout, because I'm about to tell you why..."

Blitzen smirked, stepping away from the wall. He seemed even taller, then, and Tex had to force himself to stay in place. The other male stood over him, looking down at him, and that cock rubbed right against his stomach as Blitzen forced that shaft down, making it touch him, grind on him, leaving pre-cum and slime behind.

"See, kid. This is how it works. I run the reindeer, and Samson gives me the orders that the big guy wants carried out. You break those orders, and I get the chance to break you."

"Ain't going to happen."

"Really? And what do you call what you've been doing?"

"...Having bad luck."

Even to his own ears, that sounded stupid. Sure, he had taken a couple of bad turns on the GPS on purpose, and sure, there had been that time that he had been waiting in the cafe to place an order for his coffee that had taken far too long, but...but...

There had to be something that he could blame it on. They couldn't find out that it was him, not yet. They needed it to look like an accident, even though he was doing it on purpose.

Blitzen laughed, shocking him out of his own thoughts as the reindeer gave him a push, nearly throwing him back out of the stall. Even as Tex struggled to get his footing again, the reindeer leaned forward, giving him another push, pushing him back again, and again, until he was pinned against the stable door across from Blitzen's stall. The reindeer loomed over him, pressing him back, holding him there, and they stood there, cock to cock, letting him feel the sheer weight and girth that the other man had on him.

"Let me give you some advice. Don't try lying around here. Doesn't work."

"Mmmph..."

"You start stinking of it."

"Let me go..."

"Oh, I'm gonna. Much as you might think otherwise, I got no reason to keep you honest."

"Then why -"

"Can't have the boss saying I didn't warn ya. Get to work, kid. Your bag's full again."

He reached for it, both surprised and not to feel that it was weighted down with more deliveries. Shaking his head, he flipped off the big buck and headed out, trying not to hear the laughter chasing him.

#

The afternoon turned into the night, and the more that Tex tried to do to sabotage the delivery times, the more that the night fogged up for him. At times, it felt like he was fighting to work through a mental pea soup, and there was nothing to guide his way, magical or not. All he could do was keep walking, and most of the time, he didn't even have the chance to do anything at the customer's place of residence besides show them the package. Even the ones that had damaged deliveries to accept were still willing to take it, surprisingly. He would have thought that they'd want to send it back and get a refund, but apparently, the stuff was hard enough to get that no-one was complaining that much.

By the time that quitting time rolled around, he was...well, surprisingly, he was naked, and he didn't know how that had happened. He remembered that there had been one guy that he had delivered to, some kind of polar bear that had been particularly amorous about the whole situation, and there had been...

Had there been sex? He felt like there might have been, but there was nothing oozing past his ass to confirm it. There was, however, something rammed up there that he didn't remember putting there, though, so maybe he'd just been plugged when he left.

Or something.

In any case, he realized that he was wandering the city streets naked save for the collar around his neck, his cock flopping about, hot and sweaty enough that it was putting off fumes in the night air. He could smell it, and more to the point, he could smell himself. He was dripping with sweat and oils, and it was like there was something really wrong with him with all the stink and musk coming off him. This was the sort of smell that someone that had been doing harder work than he had been doing would have smelled like, someone that had been in the labor yard all day, not someone that was running up and down stairs and delivering packages. He swore that something...something...

"Mmmph..."

Well, something was definitely not bad about it, because he liked the plug a hell of a lot more than he had expected to. Whatever was going on with that thing, his body approved, his cock throbbing...

But was he as long as he used to be? Tex wasn't sure, but there was still more length down there than there had been as a human, so that was fine. He let it hang at that.

There were a few comments as he walked around, a naked reindeer that was flashing his junk and his ass to everyone that had eyes to see, but there was nobody to stop him. If anything, there were only roads and paths that were cleared for him, allowing him to keep going wherever he needed to go.

Eventually, he made it back to the store. Samson gave him one look before snorting.

"Kid, you better get back on the straight and narrow."

"Can't prove nothing," he muttered, the words all that would come to him.

"Yeah...well, not that we need to."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The hippo shook his head, and the reindeer wondered if he was missing something. Something felt off, wrong, not quite right, but...but that foggy head of his was making it so hard to puzzle through anything. It was like everything was fuzzed up and blocked off, keeping him from thinking straight or making good decisions. All he knew was that he was being laughed at, and he didn't really like it.

He tried to offer the empty sack to the hippo, only for Samson to shake his head.

"Keep it. You'll need it for tomorrow."

"More deliveries?"

"Always," the hippo said. "The more that we get done before Christmas eve, the less that we have to carry on the last night."

"Ever ended up losing some?" he asked.

"Nope."

...Well, you're about to.

It took him until his lunch break the next day to notice that he had lost some of the length in his cock, and more than a little bit, for that matter. Tex had been in the process of putting a package in a puddle so that he could blame shoddy packaging for an order, hoping that it would lead to a cancellation, when his thong just fell right off. He paused, looking down at his cock, and he gave it a proper look this time.

What had been nine inches had peeled back to less than five, and he realized that it had to have shrunken during the night...or the day...or something. It was hard to think. He needed a shower, but whether he'd remember to take one was up for debate. He doubted that he would; he had forgotten last night and this morning, and he seriously doubted that he'd have better luck remembering this time.

He fondled himself, thinking that it was a little naughty, but not sure why. Something was...

Didn't he used to have more?

So hard...so hard...

He was hard. And his ass was empty. But maybe he could show the customer something to make them help him with that. There had to be a good deliver customer somewhere on his route that would want to fuck him and get some of those frustrations of the season out on his ass. That would be fun, right?

Day three rolled around, and he was just moving from place to place, having moments of lucidity that were barely enough to poke him out of the haze for a few seconds before he dropped back down again. He would think of something nasty, something naughty - like delivering the wrong package to someone, or throwing it in traffic and blaming it on the bad roadways, or intentionally pissing on it and leaving it for the customer to discover, so that they could blame the company for handling their stuff badly - and just as soon as he started thinking of it, the raw stink-musk that was coming off him would put his mind back down in that fog, leaving him helplessly groaning.

There was something about the whole experience that left him horny, hot and needy in a way that he wasn't used to. Maybe it was the fact that he had always been something of a rutting slut in his own way - there were plenty of cons that meant that he got laid and paid almost at the same time - but this was something new. He wanted to get fucked, and some of the customers were really, really good at it.

He stopped wearing thongs at one point, and though his cock continued to dribble wherever he went, soon, it stopped rising up and showing itself off.

And soon enough, something else was showing off that much more. His ass. His hungry, hungry ass. It was always twitching, and always begging for something to go a little bit deeper.

Tex didn't understand it, but he knew that he could fuck with the reputation of the company that much more if it got out that they sent sluts out to their clients, if they were seen as an online brothel.

Yeah, yeah, that'd do something for them...

Day four and five passed just as quickly as day three, and with just as much fog to make it hard for him to know just what he'd been doing on them. Getting fucked, yes, that much was clear from the stink and the slime that followed him home, but just how many times and in what way was still something of a mystery.

He hadn't had a hard-on since day three, and he didn't know what the reason for that was. He would have been concerned if it wasn't for the fact that he could get off just as hard from his ass as he ever could from his hand. He was enjoying the pleasure of getting fucked a little too much, and his fur was getting thicker with each passing day, his antlers coming in that much taller to the point of needing to bow under every doorway.

There was something happening to him, but he didn't know what it was until one of the deliveries he was taking out turned out to be a much more adult toy than the things that he was used to delivering. A thick, knotted toy that would be hard for even experienced sluts to take, it grabbed his attention right from the start, and without thinking, he stopped where he was - right in the city square - and sat down on the tip, riding it.

His meager little cock, no more than two inches after so many different corruptions, bounced up and down, flopping around as if it was nothing more than a dinky little clit at that point. He shivered, feeling it flapping and flopping, slapping against his belly before falling down to tap against his balls. The sensation was rather off, rather odd, rather...intense, particularly as some of the crowd started watching him.

See me...see me...

The more that he rode the dildo, the more that he felt something else rising up in him. Something that begged for attention, yes, but also something craving that pleasure of being filled. His tongue hung out, and any shame that he might have felt at exhibitionism rapidly disappeared, replaced by the urgent pleasure that came with so many eyes on his little dick, on his big ass, on the toy that was rapidly filling him up and spreading his hole out wider and wider. The reindeer threw his back into it, bouncing up and down, up and down, pushing himself to take more of that silicone toy than he really should have and not caring in the slightest who else saw what he was doing.

Hell, bring more. Bring cameras. He wanted them to know what kind of slut he was, and what the company -

"NNNNGH!"

Something hit him harder at that moment, and he came as the toy went in up to the knot. Tex was almost sitting on the ground at that point, his little limp cock spitting pre-cum and cum all over the ground. He felt it under his hooves, a dumb little giggle escaping him as he rolled his hips side to side, grinding down against the bulge of the knot just under him.

More...more...

Lifting himself up, he laughed as he pulled his legs up and almost over his head. His ass came down, cheeks swallowing the knot, his hole spreading to the point of burning around the large bulb of silicone. He felt it grinding on him, his body wobbling forward, back, precariously balanced on the thickest part of the toy. Every inch of his asshole felt like it was going to break if he pushed it any further, but that utter urge to show off, that desperate desire to be as full as possible, refused to let him stop.

And then -

POP!

It was in, and he screamed as he came. His back arched, his hooves clattered on the floor, and his mouth hung open. Another spray of cum shot across the cobblestones, and he shivered and shook as he was pushed to heights of pleasure that he didn't even know existed. Through it all, his cock pulsed and throbbed, but there was something different about it, something that was just...off. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that something was happening, something that made it feel like it was trying to hide, slithering up into his body. Something just behind, where his balls were, felt like it was opening up, sliding around, becoming something different.

As his orgasm overwhelmed him, he barely noticed that his cock had completely shrunken down, the head all that was left, and even then, not all of that. All he had was a hint of it, a narrow bit where the urethra slid away and went somewhere else, and the head itself was hidden under a hood.

It wasn't until he had a pussy forming under his new clit that he realized what had happened, and even then, he didn't understand why. All he knew was that it was there, that he was still naked in public...

And that he was still horny. He reached down with one hand, rubbing his clit, barely thinking about what it would do to the company, to his reputation, or anything else.

Heh...cover this up...if you can...

He ended up fingering himself for nearly an hour before Samson showed up. The hippo bustled him off into a car, shoving him into the passenger's seat and then locking the door, making sure that he was properly tied down before giving him the freedom to look out the window.

Something was said, some sort of angry beratement, but he barely heard. The need was too strong.

Nnngh...what's...what's wrong...

There had to be something...even now, buried under all that horniness, he could feel some small part of him wondering what was happening to him, and why. It was like everything that he did to fuck over the company came back to bite him in the ass, turning his situation worse and worse despite the other reindeers never being there to see it, or the company knowing that he was doing it on purpose. It was like the magic itself...

That wasn't fair. That wasn't fucking fair.

"Getting some clarity there, you dumb-fuck?" Samson asked.

"Mmmph..."

"Told you not to push your luck."

"Nnngh."

"Now, you're all but gone."

"Mmmph..."

He wanted to reach down and touch himself. He wanted to know why this wasn't working. He wanted...

He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that he wasn't going to get it while he was in the car. He leaned back in his chair, huffing, puffing, his pussy oozing down along his thighs and over the car seat. Samson grumbled, probably something about the stains coating his car, but the ride continued.

They got out at the toy store, and the hippo all but threw him out of the car. Tex stumbled forward, huffing and puffing, the cool air awakening his need down there again. The plug was still rammed up his ass, still occupying that hole quite nicely, but the other one still felt so empty, so horny, so hungry. He shivered every time that he took a step, feeling the wet need inside building up and demanding that he do something about it.

"You know, if you hadn't been such a little shit as to try and steal a customer's product, then this might not have happened," the hippo said. "The boss forgives a lot of stuff, but not that."

"Please...need..."

"You'll get what you need, that much I promise."

"Nnnngh..."

"Fuck, never thought I'd see someone worse off than Rudolph...what the fuck are they teaching kids these days?"

It was gibberish as far as Tex...Tex...

Was that still his name? Was he still a he? What...

So hot, so needy. That sexual pull down there was making it so hard for him to think. All he knew was that he needed a cock, and at least the stable was close so that he could get one.

Finally, the stable door opened and he stepped inside. The heavy musk that had always repulsed him to some degree in the past was no longer horrendous, but rather appealing, pulling at his attention, dragging him forward and leaving him panting as he all but drooled in anticipation of the dicking that he was about to get. He stumbled past occupied stalls, groaning under his breath, both desperate and hating himself for what he was doing and what he had become. There was something so wrong about this version of himself, this thing that he was, but there was no holding back. Not anymore, not with the hunger that had turned into a fire between his legs.

He eventually found Blitzen at the end of the stable, and the other male was already busy. Rudolph knelt between his legs, sucking him off and fingering his fat ass. That glowing red nose held all the attention for a split second, but then that cock popped out -

"Mmmph..."

Tex...He thought his name was still Tex. He looked down at that cock and imagined it buried deep in his pussy. The thought was enough to send him shivering to his knees, panting and drooling, his mouth hanging open as he thought about how it would feel gliding in and out of him, sliding into his depths and then pulling back again.

"Mmmph...please..."

They looked at him. Rudolph was dumb and stupid, unable to quite comprehend what was going on, but Blitzen, stud-Blitzen? He knew, and he smirked at the situation that Tex had found himself in. The stud shoved Rudolph out of the way, striding forward with his cock swinging back and forth between his thighs. Each step brought it that much closer until it was bobbing before the new reindeer's nose, the pheromones coming off it thick and heavy and sending shivers of warmth through him.

"You want it, hmm?" Blitzen asked.

"Nnngh...yes..."

"Heh...knew that you'd be a naughty one..."

"Please...just...fuck..."

"You wanna be fucked? You need a new name first. And you're going to be...Dancer."

The name felt odd, but right at the same time, almost like some title and definition settling upon him. There was a greater heat between his legs, his pussy clenching down on nothing, the heat burning through every little 'smart' part of his brain. It didn't help that Blitzen leaned in, dragging his cock up one cheek and down the other, leaving trails of scent and slime behind. Every breath brought his dumb brain down to some new, dumber level, and it was getting harder and harder to see a way out of it again. Already, he didn't have an idea of what his old name had been, and as for his old body, the idea of it being fur-less was seeming more and more impossible. He'd always been a dumb, musky reindeer...hadn't he?

The question didn't have a clear answer, at least not for his stupid little brain. All that he had for his thoughts to focus on was that fat reindeer cock in his face, and that thing was going to get all the attention that he could lavish it with, regardless of the other things that were going on. He grabbed for it, moaning as he rested his hands around the thick thing, needing both hands to hold it properly and gather it down to the tip of his muzzle.

"Mmmph...mmmm..."

"Dumb little Dancer."

"Mmmph...dumb..."

"Forever a slut."

"Forever...slut..."

Yeah. Yeah, that felt right. Dancer had never been good at things. Didn't need to go out on deliveries, unless they were completely slammed or needed the whole team at once, which almost never happened. No, no, Dancer was there to do the stupid horny stuff, to be a good dumb reindeer that stunk up the place with musk and dripping juices. He moaned, sniffing at the head of that shaft, feeling his pussy clench down hard at the thought of taking even more of that thing into him. He wanted to feel the breeding thrusts of a proper stud, and...and...

Well, why wasn't he up against a post already? He panted as he got to his feet, turning around and spreading his ass cheeks, showing off the base of the toy and his dripping pussy. He wiggled his hips from side to side, whimpering as Blitzen stepped closer.

"Heh, usually have to do a lot more to break them than this...you must have been very naughty."

"Nnngh...naughty...dirty..."

"Don't forget dumb."

"Very dumb..."

"That's right..." That hot shaft pressed right against his new pussy, and he shivered, moaned, going up as high as his hooves would let him as it slowly pushed in. "And don't you forget it..."

The End

Summary: Tex finds out that trying to cheat the system is a very bad idea, and ends up getting a similar - and yet, more profound - curse than the previous year's victim.

Tags: M/M, Intersex, Gender TF, Pussy, Vaginal, Anal, Cock to Pussy, Reindeer, Toy, Knotting, Exhibitionism, Smell, Musk, Sweat, Miniseries, Christmas, Orgasm, Cum, Desperate, Intelligence Drain,