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"I need one more cigarette," Blitzen stopped in his tracks and reached into his jeans pocket.

"Good idea, man," Donder replied, smacking the other reindeer in the arm. "Let me borrow a light. Can't fucking smoke inside anymore, so let's treasure this one."

"What happened to the boss just letting people smoke inside?" Blitzen asked, taking in a few quick puffs to ignite his tobacco tube. "Isn't that why he built on the screened-in deck?"

"Got new furniture," Donder answered, breathing out light grey wisps through clenched teeth. "He said he doesn't want his new couch smelling like cigarettes. He had such a hard time quitting; blah, blah, whine, whine."

"Probably made that fucking thing out of reindeer leather, knowing him," Blitzen sneered. "How long d'you think he's going to brag about how soft and comfortable all his new things are?"

"At least five minutes," Donder snickered. "You know the boss. I think he just buys new shit so he can talk about it."

"Well I'm about to freeze my dick off," Blitzen shivered, flicking his spent butt onto the sidewalk. "And why does it always have to be snowing down here around Christmas?"

"Yeah, let's hurry in," Donder crossed his arms and squeezed for warmth. "And we gotta stop with the 'Christmas' stuff. You know the boss doesn't like it that everybody calls it that."

The shorter reindeer nodded and reached for the doorbell to their boss's winter home. Ding dong.

"'Bout time you two showed up!" a slender, tall demon answered the door, opening it up creepily. "Satan's in there showing off his new home theater setup."

"Not surprised," Blitzen grinned, slipping into the warm house. "Good to see you, Boogeyman. How are the kids?"

"I want to murder them," the dark-as-shadow monster growled, snarling his pointy white teeth.

"Ha ha," Donder laughed. "Good one, man."

Boogeyman's expression didn't change. He lazily stepped to the side and motioned towards Satan's living room.

"There're my boys!" Satan's boisterous voice echoed through the hallway. "Thought I was about to have to send Rudolph out looking for you." The loinclothed half-goat half-indescribable-entity then leaned over to a short corgi and whispered, still loudly enough to hear, "If those two were half as good as Rudolph they wouldn't have showed up late."

The two reindeer groaned at their boss's comment, hanging their jackets on a spare hook in the closet.

"Satan!" Blitzen attempted his best excited voice. "How are ya, man! Bangin' party!"

"Yeah," Donder chimed in. "Sure is bangin'..." The taller reindeer took a look around, looking for familiar faces. "Dude, check it out! Prancer."

"Ugh!" Blitzen snorted as he glanced to where Donder was pointing. "He's already in his skirt? It's not even dark out yet. And oh, oh no, he's bending over and you can totally see his balls."

Donder tilted his head. "They're like two almonds in a felt sac," he commented, making a funny face. "And his nuts taste like gingerbread for some reason..."

"Do they now?" Blitzen jabbed his elbow into his friend's rib. "Does he cum sugar cookies? Or is it French vanilla?"

"His jizz just tastes like jizz, man," Donder chuckled. "And don't act like you don't already know. Everybody on the sleigh team's had some of Prancer by now."

"Nuh huh," Blitzen shook his head, smiling ear to ear. "I only let him suck me off while he tugged on his tiny rod. Never got near enough him to smell the lovely deer musk that you obviously crave on your tongue."

"Crave?" the taller reindeer nervously giggled and blushed. "Um no, I just..."

"Boys!" Satan interrupted Donder's awkward confession. "You two need to come up and see my new sofa out on the deck. It. Is. To. Die. For!"

"Good idea," Donder's voice cracked and squeaked as gave a relieved sigh. "Was that your Christmas gift to yourself?"

"Christmas?" Satan huffed, his bare chest swelling and his eyes widening. "Christmas! It's bad enough that everybody spells my name wrong, and thinks I'm some jolly fatass in a red coat with a gay ass beard. But now even my best friends are calling my holiday by my arch-nemesis's name?" He hung his head, his expression turning gloomy.

"Oh Satan," Blitzen patted the red beast's shoulder. "It was just a slip up. Too much time up on earth, I think."

"I know. You two have always been there for me," the devil breathed out woefully as the reindeer looked at each other confusedly. "Everybody who's anybody knows that his real birthday party is in the summer. And that he has a pool party every year just to show off those abs in his skimpy swimsuit. I would say I'm being judgmental, but his dad literally invented judgment."

"You know, Satan," Donder joined Blitzen in rubbing on his boss's back. "It's been long enough. You've got to get over this. If you're tired of the same old story, turn some pages."

"Yeah," the shorter deer added, smiling. "And we'll be here when you're ready to roll with the changes."

"Did..." the devil started. "Did you just quote REO Speedwagon to me in an attempt to cheer me up?"

"Umm..." Donder fumbled with his words. "Inadvertently. Inadvertently we did do that."

"Well it worked," Satan squeezed both of the deer in his sinewy arms. "Thank you two. Keep this up and I just might put you at the front of the sleigh. But not in front of Rudolph. Mmm Rudolph..."

"Time for a smoke break!" Blitzen squeaked suddenly. "We'll be right back boss." He grabbed Donder by the arm and pulled him toward the door.

"But we--" the taller reindeer started to protest, until he saw the mischievous look in Blitzen's eyes. "Yep, cigarette time!"

The to cervines bolted for the door and dashed around the corner.

"Here's the plan," Blitzen's face looked like he was about to erupt in maniacal laughter. "We pretend to smoke for a few. Then we sneak upstairs and we fuck on his brand new furniture. It'll be fun!"

"Deal," Donder agreed, rubbing at the growing bulge in his pants. "But you're on bottom, obviously."

"Obviously?" Blitzen winked. "Is that why you were shouting my name while my dick was buried in your tail at the Leprechaun King's green beer party?"

"You must have put something in one of my drinks," Donder grinned, his cheeks turning rosy again. "Swear I saw something bubbly in the bottom of my cup."

"Hush now, Don," Blitzen ordered, lightly tapping his tall co-worker's lips with his finger. "We gotta be quiet so you can ram me with that deer sausage without anybody knowing we're up there."

"Oh, you're the one who's going to have to worry about keeping it down, Blitzy." Donder traced his fingernail up and down the shorter reindeer's happy trail through his shirt. "I'll have you screaming out in pleasure."

Blitzen only grinned in response. He disappeared back into the house, slinked up the stairs and tiptoed into the screened in patio. Donder was only an inch behind, his strained meat occasionally being flicked by Blitzen's soft tail as they bounded.

They wasted no time. Within moments their clothes were on the floor.

"Red leather," Donder shook his head as he examined the sofas. "At least we don't have to hear him going on and on about them."

"Shush," Blitzen commanded. "Look, our dicks are pointing at each other. Maybe they're trying to reach out and touch..." He snaked his arm around Donder's waist and started grinding their warm shafts together. "Now, here's what you're going to do. You're going to take my belt and strap my muzzle closed with it. If I whimper, you tug on it just like the boss does. Got it?"

"Oh, okay..." Donder did as he was told. He grabbed the black, studded belt and looped it through the buckle. Then he gently strapped Blitzen's snout shut. Donder bent him over the seat of Satan's new couch and crouched over to mount him.

Blitzen's dick was starting to leak rapidly, making a sticky trail down his cocoa-colored thigh. Donder started squeezing his co-worker's cockhead, milking out a pawful of the smaller deer's juice. Then he slathered all of the pre-cum onto his own quivering rod and teased Blitzen's tail hole with it.

Donder shoved just the tip in, allowing Blitzen's tight opening enough time to get ready for what was coming next. As he worked in another inch, he again played with Blitzen's head, fingering the underside of it, tickling at the tip, and squeezing just a little harder than before.

Blitzen's leg's shuddered and he breathed out a stuttered snort as his neck and back started to arch.

The taller buck took this as a sign and slid in half of his pulsating cock. He continued to work at Blitzen's tip, now rubbing it up and down across the sofa's soft leather.

Blitzen's tail twitched as the hole below it was filled. He could feel himself being stretched open wider and wider as Donder impaled him almost to his hilt. All the while, his cock was on the verge of spurting due to the skilled paw busily milking away.

"Fuck this!" Donder grunted, pulling at Blitzen's hips as he forced them both upright. He hooked his arms under the smaller buck's knees and lifted him up, keeping his cock buried deeply inside. Blitzen's entire body tensed; from both the pain of being stabbed too deeply, and from his prostate being rammed hard. Donder expertly started lowering Blitzen onto the couch, rotating him until he was face-up. Blitzen moaned softly as his legs were spread and his ankles were pushed toward his antlers. Donder tugged on the belt and winked at Blitzen, a warning to keep quiet.

"I wanna watch you shoot," the larger reindeer explained, thumbing at the opening on Blitzen's cockhead as more and more fluid oozed out onto his tummy. He squeezed harder and harder, now rubbing all of his fingers across Blitzen's tip. The smaller deer tried to moan, but the belt was yanked hard. Blitzen couldn't take any more and came all over Donder's paw. He shot another sticky thread that splattered himself right on the lips. Another spurt sprayed out, marking himself from chin to happy trail in splotches of white.

"Attaboy," Donder commended, lapping the cum off of Blitzen's neck and chest. He loosened the belt around Blitzen's muzzle and started kissing him. Their tongues met, and the smaller buck pulled away for a moment, before he closed his eyes and let his own warm jizz slide down his throat. Donder unloaded into Blitzen's tail, pumping furiously into the smaller buck's tightening, quivering hole. Panting and spent, his jabs to Blitzen's prostate slowed and finally stopped.

"That was-- Oww!" Blitzen exclaimed at the sudden shock of Donder pulling out unexpectedly. "That was..."

"That was like the cream part of those chocolate-covered cherries tastes," Donder finished Blitzen's sentence.

"Um, well," Blitzen hesitated, licking his lips and swallowing again. "Yeah, heh, I guess you're right. So is my cherry cream better than Prancer's sugar cookie?"

"Hmm, well the obvious answer is yes," Donder grinned sheepishly. "But the answer I'm going to give to you is: I think you and I need a few more taste tests before I can decide."

"And kissing me all of a sudden?" Blitzen furrowed his eyebrows. "That was-- You know what, fuck it!" He wrapped his arms around Donder's neck and gave him another smooch.

"I hear Satan got a new hot tub. It's in his office," Donder snickered. "You know, the hardest room to get to in the house. One that will be almost impossible to sneak to without getting caught."

"I'll race you there," Blitzen pecked Donder on the cheek and darted toward the door. Donder chased after him, their clothes and cum strewn across the brand new couch's red cushion.