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Steiner didn't stick out among the crowd because of his attire. If anything, he would have blended in with the other bodies because of it, but he wasn't to blame for that.

It was the theme: where so many people liked to joke about their "nude deer" parties, this one was a literal example of that, with all of the cervine attendees being encouraged to embrace the spirit of the season. Bright, red harnesses were tugged tight over backs and shoulders, lined with golden, jingling bells and sprigs of mistletoe.

Any other article of clothing would have been optional, but they were highly discouraged, and Steiner didn't want to be a stick in the mud by adding to the allure of his appearance. Something as simple as a pair of booty shorts or an appropriately red pair of boxers would have been fine, but he put everything on display when the party kicked off.

"All those fancy decorations, and the most interesting thing about you is still your chimney," Aaron teased, looking Steiner over from behind and admiring his own handiwork. The marbled fox had picked the best reindeer of the bunch, but the harness wasn't quite enough decoration, as far as the vulpine was concerned.

He wanted to wrap the cervine up like a proper present before unraveling him, and in the middle of a bed, far removed from the rest of the party, Aaron felt like he was waking up on Christmas morning, knowing that he was getting exactly what he wanted for his good behavior.

"Don't think I've ever heard anyone call it that before," Steiner admitted. "But I guess it makes sense with the season, doesn't it?"

"Considering I plan to come down it before the night is over, it seemed fitting."

Aaron was a proper gentleman and a master of wordplay, such that he could have taken any seasonal lingo and applied it to Steiner's body with that same level of skill. Of course, that time of year presented a fantastic opportunity for the marbled fox to make as many holiday puns as he wanted, but he wouldn't let himself get _too_carried away.

What was about to happen next wasn't necessarily serious, but Aaron wanted to make it clear that he treated the subject of sensuality with the care and attention that it deserved.

"I knew you could be forward-

"What was your first clue?" Aaron teased.

Whether it was the fact that he was face down in the middle of the mattress, or the way that his arms were pulled behind his back, strapped into the hooks on his harness, Steiner would have had a plethora of options to choose from.

He went with the obvious, slow grind of the marbled fox, rubbing the tip of his tapered cock against the underside of the spade-shaped tail that was eagerly lifted before him.

"Pretty sure it's still poking me in the back right now," Steiner claimed. "Though I can't imagine you'd be satisfied by just rubbing your junk against my tail for the rest of the night."

"Soft as this fluff is, you might be surprised."

Just to have a larger beast face down on the bed, turned submissive before him was enough for Aaron to feel like his night was a personal victory. The vulpine was typically smaller than his partners, and most of them took his size as a sign that he'd be easy to mold to their whims, but this was never the case.

Instead, he always turned the tables on his larger partners, and the dark, mossy-furred reindeer was just the latest in a long line of tall, powerful gentlemen to find the tables turned...and further still, to find new arousal in being the so-called bottom, for once.

"So, after putting in all that work to pin me down and take control of me, you're just gonna tease me until the new year?" Steiner was fearful to ask it, but his curious nature begged the question.

Aaron was grinning wide just to hear it, and for a moment, the thought did cross his mind--just how fun it would be to keep Steiner waiting for the bliss of penetration, only to keep him on edge for the rest of the night.

He put a pin in it and decided that another time would be just fine; if this went well, he'd be happy to have Steiner for another round some other time, but where he could only speak for himself, the fox was feeling too feisty not to bring their play to a more satisfying conclusion.

"There's not all that much time left before the new year," Aaron explained. "If I was gonna do that, I would pick something a little further out...maybe build you up until Valentine's Day and see if you could paint a wall with that load..."

Steiner gulped, immediately worried that the marbled fox might be capable of such deeds. They would be a stark contrast to the way that Aaron was curiously stroking the base of Steiner's orbs, or the longer, smoother touches that brought a set of skillful digits along the underside of the cervine's impressive cock, but to that point, Aaron was still a bit of a mystery, peeling back his own layers at his own pace.

It was a new, refreshing, and exhiliarating experience for Steiner, to have no choice but to look back over his shoulder and see a grinning vulpine teasing his body however he wanted; that lack of a clear view only added to the growing sensations in his body, but to that end, Aaron only ever offered glancing brushes and brief strokes...

...teasing, but never quite pleasing the reindeer was his game.

"Pretty sure I can already change the color of these sheets...t-the way that you've been working at me..."

A full, thick rump was already curved up and into Aaron--a silent plea from the reindeer for the foreplay to end and the games to begin--but that wasn't enough for the marbled fox.

The silent antics were a good start, but there was something that much better about hearing a thick, powerful man, nearly twice his size, beg for the kind of treatment that most of them would have been used to giving, instead of receiving.

"And I'm just fooling around with you, at this point," Aaron confessed. His grin curled tighter as he pumped at the underside of the spade with greater sincerity, smearing some of the lube that he'd pressed into Steiner's tailhole up and into the plush fur around it. "Don't tell me you thought I was giving this my best?"

For the first time since he found himself chest down, ass up, Steiner managed a quick grin. "To be honest, I didn't...w-well...I didn't really know what to expect. I couldn't possibly tell."

"Allow me to assure you that this has been less than the tip of the iceberg, big fella. If you're ready for more than that, I'd say that the ice has been thoroughly melted."

Coming to the party without much clothing to speak of, Steiner was only able to ignore the winter chill by the virtue of a warm, thick coat of fur: softer, mossy gray in the overcoat and layers of tan and darker brown made up the fur on his underbelly, but those colors felt like a secret, pressed into the grips of the comforter.

Whoever the bed belonged to, Steiner was going to have to make a sincere for the puddle of precum gathering near the tip of his thick, flared cock, but the real mess was still gathering, churning up little by little...no touch or stroke was taken for granted by his bound body.

"Then please, s-stop teasing me," Steiner finally found the courage to speak up, feeling an aura of dominance from the fox that extended beyond the presence of mere bondage gear. "If you keep stroking me like that, I f-feel like I'm gonna pop any second!"

"You just had to say the magic word," Aaron took that plea and ran with it, pressing firmly against the stretched, squirming pucker of the reindeer. His vulpine length was enough that anyone taking it for the first time would be stretched by the eventual girth, but Steiner was a gentler soul than most of the men that Aaron overtook.

The marbled fox wasn't going to pummel him right out of the gate, preferring to gently press and jab at the stretching orifice. A vulpine tip that was properly tapered, narrower than some, made for an easy time at the start, but Steiner was still grateful to Aaron for taking those first pumps a little easier than his attitude would have implied.

A little uncomfortable, but it's not too bad, Steiner thought. It's actually really pleasant to feel that warmth moving into me...that pressure...it's really fucking hot!

No matter how dominant or submissive a person was, there still had to be that element of accepting a role, and to that point, Steiner was still uncertain about how well he'd take to being the one on bottom, much less the one being penetrated.

As he felt a deeper press and a pleasant warmth spreading within, stretching his inner muscles with a slow, curious pace, he was able to adjust to the pressure and subtle discomfort, until those sensations were urged away by the pleasure of being completely overtaken by such a skillful man.

"Feels like you're already starting to settle in, Steiner. Doing a better job of it than most of the guys your size, too..."

Aaron didn't have any problem being kind to his pets, but so many of them put up an attitude...or in some cases, a literal fight, before they allowed themselves to be overtaken.

In the case of Steiner, things were a bit easier, a bit calmer; Aaron was delighted to have a chance of pace as he draped his palms around the front of the reindeer's thighs, turning his legs into proper handles.

"But we can't just stay in first gear the whole night, can we?"

As much pleasure as Steiner was drawing from a slow, easy press against his asshole, he allowed himself to get carried away with the fantasy of just how much better it would feel to know the entire length of the fox, even once.

He was in for more than that, and he knew it, but there was a sobering reminder of just how much thicker a vulpine cock was toward the base, as Aaron leaned his weight forth and pressed in hard, the shaft of his length stretching the reindeer to the point of discomfort again; the subtle pap of thick, swollen orbs slapping against Steiner's thighs didn't quite distract him from that.

"A little bit at a time," Aaron assured him, his grin ever-present. "We'll give you time to adjust...call it a late Christmas present."

The warmup beforehand was that much more important as Aaron took the reindeer with a fuller stroke, allowing his hips to retreat all the way--slowly as they could--before bucking against Steiner with a hint more force than before.

As though his body was a tool and he was a master craftsman, Aaron picked up the tempo in such tiny measurements that Steiner wasn't sure if the marbled fox was going any faster or any harder, until he could actually hear the growing pap of swinging orbs against his flesh, over the sound of Aaron's hips crashing into the taut flesh of his rump.

"Didn't t-think I'd been s-such a good boy this year," Steiner admitted, playing along with Aaron's sillier, holiday theming. "But it's a hell of a lot better than g-getting coal in my stocking."

"Dunno anyone who would be rude enough to do that to such a handsome buck as yourself. You're _definitely_on the nice list, and the only thing stuffing your stocking is gonna be a nice, creamy treat...fair warning that some of it might leak back out."

There was a wiggle, no matter how brief, of the spade-shaped tail, tickling Aaron's abdomen at the completed thought.

"If you really have that much to give-

"Trust me, I do."

"Then I'm happy to try to keep it all inside...s-sorry in advance for the mess."

Aaron snickered. "You've got nothing to apologize for, Steiner. Half the fun of putting together a holiday treat is getting a little messy in the process, isn't it?"

The best gingerbread houses weren't the ones that looked the prettiest in a display window: they were the ones made with a little extra love and care, and a lot of extra frosting; Steiner only hoped that he'd get to lick a some of that excess from the proverbial spoon, once Aaron was doing making a mess of his fur.

"Guess you've got a point," Steiner agreed. "And you keep s-shoving it deeper into me... f-fuck..."

"You're a lot more capable than you thought, aren't you?" Aaron asked. "Bet you didn't think it'd be this easy to lay down and take a cock...or that it would feel this good."

Aaron had him pegged, as if the fox knew exactly what was coming before it did, but then...he'd been in that position before.

Steiner was still taking in all the sensations for the first time, as the pace picked up such that the bed shook against the frame, and good fortune had the bed placed near the middle of the room; they wouldn't have to worry about wood banging against the wall and owing the owner more than just a fresh set of sheets.

"You got me there," Steiner admitted, but there was less certainty in his voice as he felt his insides so pleasantly stretched. He couldn't believe that he was coming so close to a climax from the act of penetration alone, but he wanted to make sure that he outlasted Aaron--or at least kept up with him--as a way of thanking him for being so gentle at the start. "But if you'd be willing t-to slide into my stocking against next y-year that would be..._nnnfuck...f-fuck me..._t-that'd be at the top of my wish list!"

"Next year?"

Moving a little faster, his tail picking up a swish as the vulpine embraced his truest nature, Aaron had only one more gear to give. He hoped that Steiner would be ready for such intense penetration by the time he reached his climax, and to that end, Aaron could already feel the internal clench of Steiner's orgasm, forcing his muscles to move in ways that he'd likely never felt before.

To have the weight of a cock inside of him near the peak of his pleasures was such that Steiner had a new appreciation for just how complicated his inner workings were, and how many parts of his body responded at the moment of release; everything was working in concert around Aaron's flesh, trying to milk the seed right out of it.

"You're not gonna have to wait that long for another visit from your friendly, neighborhood fox," Aaron promised. "I'm no Santa Claus, after all...I'm allowed to come more than once a year."

Hard as it was to believe that he could, right then, Steiner had just enough breath to let out a chuckle. "Thank goodness f-for that," he murmured, trying to contain himself...but the efforts to save his breath and stay his orgasm fell short when the fox embraced his most primal nature, thrusting with such a rapid pace that it nearly lifted his knees from the bed. "W-wow...how the hell are you pumping s-so fast? Oh...fuck...ooohfuck, that's good...please don't s-stop, Aaron! Please!"

Having to contain himself by the same token, Aaron was trying his best to draw out the act, but he'd given in to the quicker pace and the deeper reaches that could only be had by giving the reindeer his all.

He didn't have any regrets about pounding the deepest reaches of his new capture; it was high past time to tie the knot on his new present.

"Please...what?" he asked. "Feels like you didn't finish your thought, Steiner...w-what exactly do you want from me?"

Overtaking one's body was just a matter of force and placement--Aaron could do that to just about anyone with enough time and rope--but getting them to truly embrace the submissive role and beg for what they wanted was another trick.

Steiner wasn't such a tough nut to crack because of his resistance to the role. Instead, it was getting the reindeer to overcome his natural bashfulness that proved the trick, as his warm, pink pucker was stretched to the brink by the coming weight of a marbled, vulpine knot.

"Oh, fuck...y-your knot..." Steiner trailed off, struggling to keep his voice down...but among the jingling of the bells on his harness, the slapping of eager flesh against his own and the sounds of the party down the hall, he didn't have to worry as much as he figured. "It's s-so thick...I can't...I can't hold out any longer!"

"So what do you need?"

" Please c-cum inside me!" the poor reindeer was finally forced over the edge of his bashfulness, but his reward was immediate: Aaron pumped hard enough to easily sink the weight of that vulpine bulge in his new capture, and as pleasant as the thick penetration was on its own, the marbled fox wouldn't be content with just that.

"Good boys like you always g-get what they want for the holidays, don't they?" Aaron teased, resting his weight against Steiner's lifted rump, taking just enough pressure off that he could move his palm forth and capture the twitching, squirming girth of the reindeer's cock. "Let's finish c-checking off that list for you..."

Long, thick ropes of cum spread across Steiner's insides for the first time, painting his inner walls with an impressive burst to start, but the nature of a tie meant that hardly a second went by without more of those juices being added to the mix.

With every pulse, rattling around inside of the cervine, another stream of seed poured into his already flooded body, but on the other end, his stroked cock was spitting a wealth of his own cum into the bedspread, forming a puddle that sunk under the weight of his knees, staining his fur in the process.

Such a slow burn turned even the most delicate strokes into dizzying acts of bliss, and by the end of it, Steiner didn't care in the least that Aaron was rocking his hips against his ass, using the reindeer's antlers as a pair of handlebars for the act.

He was happy to be the ridden sleigh for once, instead of the one pulling it.