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• And now for our first December prompt! This time, we return to the lusciously lewd North Pole, to watch as Mr. and Mrs. Claus go to enjoy their reindeer sluts. Of course, it was written by Jeeves. Follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

The Reindeer Round-Up

"Do you know what day it is, dear?"

Mrs. Claus moaned as she rocked back and forth upon her husband's rigid cock, her own erection oozing pre-cum over the other polar bear's belly as his eyes fluttered open, and he groaned in bliss at the sights and sensations which greeted him in those first moments of wakefulness.

"Mnhh... it's... ah, it's a good day."

Santa growled as he reached out and began to caress his wife's thick, pulsing cock with one paw, while the other reached up to caress her beautiful face as she leaned forward and began to grind her pussy down onto his own cock more hungrily still. Mrs. Claus giggled and nodded, only to let loose a strained cry as she lay down over her husband and felt their rounded, fluffy bellies pin her rigid cock between them in a way she could never resist.

"It's always a good day at the North Pole. But, dear one... today is the twenty-third of December. And, you know what that means, right?"

Her eyes shone as she craned her neck forward and bumped the tip of her black nose against her husband's own. His eyes widened, and he groaned in bliss as his hips lurched involuntarily, and his cock spasmed within his wife's clutching depths.

"It's... ah, yesss... it's reindeer round-up day."

Santa huffed, before rolling over and pinning his beautiful, bountiful wife beneath him. She shrieked with delight, and an even louder, more gleeful scream followed swiftly in its wake as Santa began to rut her hard and fast. He loved the whole Christmas season, obviously. But while many elements of the holiday meant he had to devote more of his time to serious hard work and less to the passionate expressions of love and affection which filled the rest of his year, the twenty third was a wonderful exception. It gave Santa and his team one last opportunity to check in and bond before they relied on one another to perform the miracle of delivering gifts all across the world in just one night, and more than that... it gave the hot, horny polar bear the chance fuck all day long. Starting right then and there, in bed with his shrieking, thrashing, soon violently squirting wife.

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Dasher

"Mnhnhhh! Mmnhhh!!!"

Dasher gurgled and grunted as Santa's cum flooded down his throat and began to dribble down his chin, the sheer volume of the polar bear's load impossible for even the most skilled practitioner of oral sex to contain. Santa could hardly blame the reindeer for spilling a few drops though, given the pure ecstasy etched on his face, the mindless bliss he was experiencing as his own cum poured deep into Mrs. Claus' pussy while the female polar bear snarled and huffed and spasmed violently in her own orgasmic bliss beneath the reindeer's rutting.

Santa held onto Dasher's antlers as he stood, straddling where his wife was kneeling on all fours before the horny hoofer. Even as his orgasm began to wane though he didn't release his grip on Dasher, nor did the reindeer make any effort to pull away from the polar bear's erection. He simply went from gulping down the load of the man for whom he and all the reindeer at the Pole would have done anything and everything, right back to bobbing, slurping and suckling Santa towards yet another orgasm. His hips pumped deep into Mrs. Claus' spasming depths all the while, and likewise when her peak reached its natural conclusion, Dasher simply began to work her towards another, hopefully even more powerful climax. It didn't matter that his eyes were glazed with fatigue and that his cock was spent, overstimulated and in need of a break. Far more than he needed a few moments to rest and recuperate, he needed them. He needed their love. Their passion. Their strength, to remind him of everything he would be working for in the next couple of days.

And as the two polar bears continued to make relentless love to him in return, Dasher gurgled in delight as they gave him everything he craved, and so much more.

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Dancer

With her legs stretched out, hoofed feet straining and kicking at thin air, Dancer's muzzle hung open in a wordless, breathless scream. A strand of saliva trickled from one corner of her maw as the reindeer's eyes crossed beneath half closed, heavily hanging lids, and juices drummed against the woodwork of her bedroom floor as she began to squirt with uncontrollable abundance. Held up in the air, pinned between Mr and Mrs. Claus as their cocks filled her pussy and ass respectively, Dancer couldn't do anything else. She was a toy. She was a plaything to them as they bounced and jiggled her upon their thick, spasming cocks. She was theirs to use and be filled by exactly as they saw fit, and as she felt the girth of their erections rubbing against one another through the flesh separating the two well stuffed, stretched holes the polar bears were fucking, she couldn't have dreamed of a more perfect way to begin this very special day.

Soon she would be a part of the team delivering gifts and joy all across the world. But right now, she was the toy. She was the gift, and the joy was for her and the Clauses alone to share.

Another orgasm wracked her body. Another torrential gush of liquid splashed out over Santa's spasming cock as it pulsed deep within her pussy. That time Dancer did manage to vocalize her euphoric shriek, and yet even as she began to cry out at the top of her lungs, she heard Mrs. Claus roar louder still as the female polar bear's cock began to flood her backside with its first copious load.

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Prancer

Prancer's lean body quaked in bliss as he knelt between the far larger forms of the two polar bears. Muffled moans escaped around Mrs. Claus' cock, its tip visibly distending the flesh of the reindeer's throat while it pressed to the hilt inside his maw, and the reindeer's long yet equally slender erection slapped against his tight belly as Santa slid in and out of Prancer's well lubricated ass. Santa made no effort to reach beneath Prancer and assist the reindeer's pleasure further by jerking his cock, but only because he knew there were far more effective ways to bring this particular reindeer pleasure. He drew his hand back, growled loud enough for Prancer's ears to twitch, and a split second later swung his hand forward and slapped the reindeer across one cheek of his inordinately plump, curvy ass.

Even around his muzzle and throat full of cock, Prancer managed to let slip a mind-bendingly blissful wail of desire at the deliciously sharp contact. A thick string of pre-cum painted the ground beneath him, and as he began to suckle more greedily and grip more tightly around the thick cocks of both polar bears, Santa grinned and wasted little time in drawing his paw back for another swift, sweet spanking.

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Vixen

Dressed in the fox-pattern kigu which had earned her nickname from the very first day she had spent at the Pole, Vixen giggled as Mr. and Mrs. Claus cuddled up to her from either side. Their much larger bodies were so warm, so comforting, and the thick cocks around which the reindeer's hand were wrapped felt so good as they throbbed and twitched at her every touch. Her eyes glazed over as she felt one of Santa's hands teasing the buttons of her kigu's front open, and a breathy whimper escaped her seconds later as both polar bears began to tweak and tease her already stiffened nipples. The male bear's free hand continued to unfasten yet more buttons though, and it was when Mrs Claus' other paw pressed itself down between Vixen's legs that the reindeer let slip a strangled cry of desire. The larger woman's fingers sought out Vixen's plump, swollen clit with ease, and as she began to tweak it with the same firm touch that had already been applied to the reindeer's nipples, Vixen's giddy shrieks were matched in their gleeful urgency only by the speed and passion with which she continued to jerk off the two big, beautiful bears.

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Comet and Cupid

"I love you..."

Comet gasped as his fingers clutched either side of Cupid's own panting, flushed face. The other reindeer's eyes fluttered with pleasure, he gave a grunt of pure joy, but before he could respond in kind to the man of his dreams their muzzles were locked together in a wild, sloppy kiss. Only one another's tongues muffled the next pair of cries to escape their throats, while over their shoulders Mr. and Mrs. Claus grinned at one another as they each thrust deep into one of their reindeer's rumps.

"I love you, dear."

Santa growled to the other polar bear, idly reaching around Comet's body with one hand and wrapping it around the reindeer's rigid cock.

"I love you too, sweetie."

Mrs. Claus moaned to her husband as she gripped and massaged Cupid's cock while his deliciously tight ass gripped and milked her own aching erection.

"And Comet? Cupid? We love you too. So be good sluts for me and Santa... and cum all over each other like we know you wanna."

She moaned to the reindeer sandwiched between them, and both she and Santa grinned and moaned as their cocks were milked and squeezed tighter still when Cupid and Comet tensed up, threw back their heads with bellowing cries, and in perfect unison began to paint one another's fluffy chests with thick spurts of hot cum.

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Donner and Blitzen

Mrs. Claus had only just set foot in Donner and Blitzen's shared room, and Santa was still just outside, when he heard the familiar cry of one of his reindeer surrendering to ecstasy. He heard his wife giggle, and when he was able to step inside and peer past her, he smirked in genuinely amusement too. There, in their favorite spot by the window, were Donner and Blitzen. Donner wearing her favorite vibrating double ended dildo in a custom made red harness, and Blitzen leaning forward in front of her with his nose all but pressed against the steamed up glass, grunting and bellowing in pleasure as his girlfriend rutted him hard and fast while he painted the already somewhat stained wall beneath the window with fresh strings of his abundant seed.

They watched, wrapping their paws around their own cocks but making no move to approach or interact with the two reindeer directly as Donner kept fucking Blitzen hard and fast even as his orgasm waned and he began to huff and bleat in strained over-stimulation. Even as he gripped desperately at the edges of the window frame though he didn't beg or make any sound to indicate that he wanted his lover to stop, and sure enough just ten or fifteen seconds later Donner flung back her head with a guttural scream as juices poured down her thighs, and she slumped against her boyfriend's back while shuddering her way through the throes of her own orgasm.

"Mnnhhh... f-fhhhucck..."

Donner moaned happily as she ground her hips against Blitzen's ass, nuzzling and kissing at the back of his neck.

"I hope the Clauses get here soon, baby. So I can get fucked by a real cock, while you watch like the bitch you are."

She whispered, Santa and Mrs. Claus grinning at one another and pumping their cocks harder still as they realized that the reindeer were so caught up in one another, they hadn't even realized they were no longer alone together.

"But until they do? I want your tongue in my pussy, and you'd better bet I expect you to make me squirt!"

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Rudolph

"Mnhnhh-hahhhh... cumming! Cumming, ahhhh-again!!"

Mrs. Claus shrieked as her cock erupted, spraying cum all over her heaving breasts and panting face while her pussy gushed and spasmed around the cock plowing deep into it. Her cries were soon muffled though as she whimpered and greedily swallowed her husband's shaft back into her maw, having pulled off it just moments prior to let loose that latest multi-orgasmic announcement. Santa shuddered and moaned as his wife slurped and suckled desperately at his cock while lost in the throes of her dual orgasm, but soon enough, as Mrs. Claus' rapturous pleasure trailed off and she fought to simply remain conscious in its intense, exhausting wake, he pulled himself free again and sprawled out on the bed close to his beloved partner.

A faint red glow shone over his bare white body as Santa spread his legs wide apart and wrapped a paw around his saliva slick cock. He growled in longing, and nodded up at the bright eyed, red nosed figure looming over him with her own glistening cock in hand, and a joyous smile upon her face.

"Fuck me, Rudolph..."

Santa huffed pleadingly to the horniest of their reindeer companions, his body aching for her touch, and his mind spinning with the knowledge that this was just the beginning of many, many hours until Rudolph, like the others, was given everything she needed to fully focus and devote herself to the impending duties of Christmas Day.

Of course, by the time she was satisfied, he and his wife would be exhausted. Spent, overwhelmed, all but broken by the intensity of the reindeer's libido. But, that was why they performed the reindeer round-up on December twenty third. So that they could rest and recover from their marathon with Rudolph on the twenty fourth, and be ready for action once again along with all their beloved, devoted reindeer, when midnight on the twenty-fifth rolled around.

By Jeeves.