Timmy and the Reindeers' Games
I know it's the kind of story you want your parents to read you as you sit by the fireplace, but no kiddies! Only eighteen year olds! Or don't get caught. No, I don't advertise to minors to come to Yiffstar, but come on, everyone looks at porn at some point in their adolescence, especially if it's free.
Twas Christmas Morning when Santa's red sleigh landed inside the heated Reindeer Stables. Jolly, old Saint Nick had just finished his once-a-year-around-the world-and-back trip and was looking forward to some rest and relaxation, and probably some "Yule" time with the Misses. But before he could retire, Santa had to put the reindeer back in their stalls and show his new stable boy around the factory.
"Ho, ho, ho! That was certainly a successful trip, if I do say so myself!" Santa turned to the young Timmy. "Here let me show you how to get the reindeer back in their pens." Timmy nodded, switching his gaze from four certain reindeer to Father Christmas. Timmy had been staring at the reindeer that "examined" him and was overwhelmed by a new feeling of love; not the romantic kind of love, but the love a father or mother has for their children. Even though he had his way with four female reindeer and was now Santa's stable boy Timmy had one thought constantly bouncing around in his head, what about the other reindeer? Timmy was accepted by the females, but what of the males? Surely Timmy didn't have to sleep with them...or did he?
"Timmy, watch carefully and do exactly as I do." Santa raised his gloved hand to his lips and blew a high-pitched whistle that relayed to the reindeer to shake off their harnesses and race back to their stalls. Timmy was dumbfounded. "So that's all I have to do?" Santa chuckled, "Not necessarily, for you see, the harnesses need to be put away, the reindeer must be fed and watered, and you must keep your eye on them until next Christmas Eve. But for now, I'll take the harnesses and care for the reindeer. Go through those doors, into the factory, and Mrs. Claus will get you settled." As Santa flung the harnesses over his shoulder, Timmy made his way out of the stables and into Santa's fabled factory.
The factory was much more modern than Timmy thought; there were computers and machines everywhere. No doubt the technology was installed in order for Santa and his workers to see who wants what and who has been naughty or nice. Timmy was greeted by who he could only assume to be Mrs. Claus, considering the fact she was larger than the elves. Mrs. Claus took Timmy by the hand, giving him the grand tour of the factory. When it was over, she handed him some bed sheets for the bed in the stable boy's quarters. "Now go get some sleep, my dear. And mind the reindeer; they tend to get restless after such a long flight."
As Timmy walked into the stable, he noticed that the reindeer did seem a little restless; all of them were shuffling in their pens and rattling the doors. Timmy decided he would see to them as soon as he got his room situated. Little did he know that Blitzen managed to swipe a bushel of mistletoe from the sleigh.
Before Timmy had finished making his new bed, he heard a clamor inside the stables. However, it did not sound like reindeer, it sounded more like humans. Timmy dashed out into the stable and threw open the doors. What Timmy saw was far beyond what he could imagine.
All the reindeer were in their anthroforms, outside their stalls, and were now mating with each other in the throughs of heat. Dasher had Dancer riding on top of him, her ample buttocks jiggling with each bounce. Prancer was in the marital position with Donner thrusting his huge cock into her swollen cunt. Cupid held Comet up in his arms as he hammered into her depths, pressing her against the stable wall. Vixen was in the doggystlye position with Blitzen hilting himself up her ass. Timmy was shocked, he never pictured Christmas was the time of year when Santa's reindeer had a huge orgy in the stable. The doors slammed loudly behind him, but that didn't stop the reindeer from enjoying each other. Only one pair looked up at him, Vixen and Blitzen.
The two of them looked at each other, smiled and nodded, then cast their gaze back on little Timmy. "Hey, stable boy" called out Blitzen, "you just gonna stand around like a kid who got coal in their stocking, or are you going to come over here and have a holly, jolly Christmas with your new family?" Vixen giggled, her small laugh varying in pitch since Blitzen didn't stop his assault on her tail hole. "Come on over, sweetie, and momma will take care of you." That seemed to snap Timmy out of his trance, and he dashed over to the reindeer, clumsily removing his clothes as he did so.
As he stood before the copulating reindeer, completely naked and semi aroused, Timmy awaited instructions on what he was going to do. "Just lay down underneath me, like you did with Comet last night." Timmy obeyed, sliding underneath the rocking reindeer with their heads in between their legs. From this angle, Timmy caught an eyeful of Blitzen's huge cock plunging into Vixen's tail hole, his large balls slapping against her dripping snatch. "Now lets have some fun, shall we?" Vixen then extended her tongue out of her mouth and dragged from his balls to the belly and flicked the tip of the head.
Timmy moaned at Vixen's tongue play; he figured that all the females learned how to please a man through their mating sessions with the male reindeer. As Vixen took Timmy's cock into her mouth and sucked on it as if it were a candy cane, Timmy bent up and kissed her swollen lips. Vixen groaned around the boy's cock. "Comet was right, you are a great pussy lick-Oh!" she gasped as Timmy stuck his tongue into her cunt. Timmy's tongue lapped at Vixen's pussy, sending shivers throughout her body and drinking all the peppermint juices that flowed out.
Vixen wasn't going to last long and Timmy knew it, but Blitzen wasn't even close to an orgasm yet. The reindeer's sac continuously slapped against the boy's face as he slurped Vixen's sweet pussy. Finally, it irritated him so much he reached up with both hands and took a hold of Blitzen's balls. All Timmy wanted was to stop the rough-furred sac from smacking his face, but when Blitzen arched his back and moaned, Timmy knew that there was another option that benefited the both of them.
Thrusting his cock into Vixen's mouth and lashing his tongue inside her pussy, Timmy began to slowly massage the heavy reindeer balls in his hands. Blitzen loved this new treatment and began to thrust wildly into Vixen's ass, his orgasm quickly approaching. Timmy started to rub the furry sac more firmly between his hands, but gently enough so he didn't hurt Blitzen. The sound of the other reindeer, Vixen's tongue and juices, and feel of Blitzen's swollen balls sent Timmy over the edge. Timmy came, blasting his cum into Vixen's torturous mouth. Vixen then came on Timmy's face, Blitzen's wild thrusts and Timmy's tongue proving to be too much for her. Finally, Blitzen came as Timmy massaged his sac and Vixen's tail hole clamped down around his cock. The three of them collapsed on top of one another, drifting of into a light slumber as they reveled in the afterglow.
Timmy slowly opened his eyes, greeted by two reindeer faces with large smile plastered on their lips and eyes closed. The two reindeer were still asleep and had succeeded in sandwiching Timmy between the two of them. Timmy arched his head up over the fury bodies and looked around the stable. All of the other reindeer had finished mating and were sleeping peacefully as well. Timmy layed his head back down and nuzzled into Vixen and Blitzen. This was by far the best Christmas he ever had.
Right, there's part two. I made this at 5:13 a.m. and finished it at 7:17 a.m. on Christmas Morning. I was bored, I always get up early on Christmas thanks to my biological "It's Time to get up and see what Santa Brought Me" clock, I was visiting the folks and decided to type this up while them and my little sisters slept. After all, I already found the Pickle in the Christmas Tree. I wrote this because of the comment Lamok posted. There's your answer. If I continue this, it will have to wait until next year. To all you furries out there, have "A Very Yiffy Christmas"!
I'm going to go lie down now...