Cupid's Preflight
Sandra slipped into Cupid's stall and snapped a lead rope to his halter. She looked the reindeer over carefully before leading him out into the area where the reindeer were groomed for the big night. Cupid was the last one this year to be groomed and made ready for the big night; that left Sandra with a happy smile, this year she was ahead of schedule.
Grabbing the first brush she began running it over the stag's coat letting the lead rope drop to the floor. Like all of the reindeer who pulled the sleigh Cupid was very intelligent and well trained, thus she felt confident he wouldn't make any trouble. Running the brush over his coat in even smooth strokes with a brisk efficiency, she hummed a merry jingle as she brought out the shine in the handsome stag's coat.
Cupid was the real eye catcher of the team. Sure some were stronger, more graceful or, even had better conformation; however Cupid had the best balance of all those qualities. He also had in her very private and personal opinion the best package between his hind legs. His stocking was generous with out being outsized and his jingle bells were a large handful in a tightly packed pouch.
She grinned and shifting her off-hand she was holding against his flank, ran it down to cup his sack in her hand for a moment; never breaking stride in her brushing. After spending time fondling the sack that felt rather full, her hand moved down to stroke his stocking feeling his pole inside. Sandra was rather surprised when Cupid gave a low bleating grunt and thrust into her hand, his pole sliding from his stocking and clear fluids squirted to the floor.
Blushing she snatched her hand away and looked around. Seeing no one about she relaxed and went back to brushing but Cupid turned his head and nuzzled her rump firmly. Feeling her self get wet as the stag sniffed her rear while displaying his south pole proudly she shivered. Did the stag really want what she thought he did?
She decided to take a risk and find out, she unbuttoned her red trousers and tugged them down along with her undergarments before taking them off entirely. Turning to face Cupid's head, the stag put his nose to her flower and sniffed deeply. The warm moist breath and the wet nose made her shudder as a soft moan escaped her. As she unbuttoned her top, letting her gum drops pop free, Cupid's tongue lapped at the nectar flowing from her flower drawing a gasp from her and a gush of her sweet nectar.
Sandra was forced to back up as Cupid's nose pushed at her flower and he let out a pleading bleat. She fell onto her back as her legs encountered a harness trunk, and before she had her wits about her Cupid's tongue washed over her flower again and a soft moan escaped her. Spreading her legs wide to give the stag better access to her flower she bit her lip to silence her moans as Cupid's tongue parted the petals of her flower as he happily seeked out her nectar and sucked it down.
As she approached feeling a holiday joy such as she had not felt in a long time, Cupid shocked her as he leapt forward his forelegs grasping the harness truck tightly as his south pole sought her flower. She grunted as the first few thrusts rubbed his pole all around her belly leaving strings of sticky glaze behind. His pole was harder than a fruit cake left in a bread box all year and his eagerness to have her gift wrapped around it was clear in the harsh snorts and bleats of frustration as he sought his mark. To both their great joy he found her flower and buried his pole into her with a mighty thrust of his hips.
Sandy gave a grunting cry as Cupid's pole bottomed out in her flower in a single thrust, the big buck was as tall at the shoulder as she was and his pole was bigger than her flower could take. Both of them undaunted by this fact held still in simple joy of the union for a moment before Cupid began giving her the sleigh ride of her life. His hips bucked, driving his pole in and out of her as he battered at the entry to her gingerbread oven. The thrusts worked her open and his pole sank all the way to its base into her flower, the tip well inside of her oven driving the breath from her and causing her flower to tighten on his pole.
His slapped against her's, the lewd noise of his jingle bells hitting her was quite loud in the otherwise quiet room, as she she cried out with holiday joy greater than any she had felt before. Moments later Cupid bugled his own holiday joy so loudly she thought it must have been heard all the way in Canada and she felt him pump her oven full of sticky reindeer icing, filling her oven to overflowing.
Cupid slid off of her pulling his pole out of her flower and dripping the sticky mixture of icing and nectar onto the floor and looking very pleased. Not wanting such a holiday treat to go to waste she quickly stood up and gave a quick glance about before licking the bucks pole to a shiny and clean state, savoring the flavor of the mixed sweets. She hastily got dressed, never knowing that several elves had ducked away as she and Cupid finished their private party.
Cupid came over to her and dropped his harness at her feet clearly eager to get the night's work started. From the possessive way he put his head over her shoulder and hugged her, she thought maybe he was eager to get out so he could come back to her sooner.