Reindeer Games

Reindeer Games

By: Zyran Blitz | knottedquill@gmail.com

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26 December 2024: North Pole

The snow had stopped hours ago, leaving the North Pole in a thick, sparkling silence. Inside the reindeer lodge, the air was warm and heavy with the scent of fur, woodsmoke, and unspoken hunger. It was the night after Christmas, and for the first time in months, there were no sleighs to pull, no children to delight, no elves barking orders to meet impossible deadlines. Tonight, the reindeer could finally be themselves.

And they were ready.

None of them had cum since November 1. It was the rule, as old as the sleigh itself: no release until after the final flight. The reindeers had decreed centuries ago that their stamina and strength needed to be preserved, their bodies honed for the rigours of the season. Through the trial runs, the big night, and every grueling moment in between, they had held back, the ache in their loins a constant, throbbing reminder of what waited at the end of it all.

THE REINDEER GAMES.

Dasher stood at the centre of the room, the glow of the firelight casting sharp shadows across his powerful frame. His coat was a deep, rugged brown, the kind that darkened near his broad shoulders and rippled across his thick chest. A streak of white ran from his jaw down to his muscular pecs, the pale fur drawing the eye to the heavy sheath nestled between his thighs. Even at rest, it was impressive--thick and dark at the base, the curve of his swollen balls peeking out beneath it. His antlers, polished to a gleaming finish, spread wide and strong, commanding as much attention as his cocky grin. Everything about Dasher radiated dominance, from the way he carried himself to the way his eyes swept over the room, lingering on each of his team as if daring them to meet his gaze.

"Brothers," Dasher began, his voice low and steady, rich with authority. "We've run our course. The sleigh is parked, the toys delivered. The elves are drunk off their asses, and Santa's passed out in his chair. That means it's our time."

Prancer squirmed uncontrollably on the rug near the fire, his lean, boyish frame trembling with raw, unrestrained need. His chestnut coat was damp with sweat, the lighter fur along his belly and thighs matted as he rutted helplessly against the soft surface beneath him. His smaller antlers curved delicately above his wide, glassy eyes, which darted frantically around the room, silently begging for someone--anyone--to put him out of his misery. His cock was fully out of his sheath, flushed an angry pink and twitching with every erratic thrust of his hips. It throbbed visibly, thick ropes of precum smearing against the fur rug beneath him as his desperate movements grew faster. His heavy, swollen balls swayed with every motion, visibly tight from months of denied release, their burden unbearable. But it was his tail, lifted high and quivering with need, that betrayed just how far gone he was. His hole clenched and winked beneath it, the tight ring spasming as if trying to pull in phantom relief. The air around him was thick with the musky scent of arousal, and his whimpering breaths came in short, desperate gasps. "Please," he murmured, his voice barely audible, cracking with raw need. "I... I can't--fuck--I need it, please. This is fucking torture. Someone--fuck--someone needs to do something, or I'm gonna lose it!" His hips bucked harder, his thighs trembling as his cock leaked steadily onto the rug. "Gods, I fucking hate this!"

Vixen leaned casually against the back of a chair, his bronze-toned coat glowing in the firelight as his golden eyes locked onto Prancer. His sleek, athletic body radiated confidence, the curve of his polished antlers catching the glow as he smirked. He swayed his thick tail slowly behind him, every movement calculated to draw attention to his own heavy sheath and the low, pendulous swing of his balls. He didn't need to do anything to command attention--but fuck, he enjoyed it anyway. "Listen to yourself," Vixen said with a low, mocking laugh as he sauntered closer. "You sound like you're about to beg. Is this how you've spent the last two months? Humping the air every night, praying for someone to stuff that needy hole of yours?"

"Fuck off, Vixen," Prancer snapped, though the words came out breathless, his body betraying him as another shudder wracked his frame.

"Oh, no, pup, I'm not going anywhere," Vixen purred, crouching beside him. His paw trailed lazily down Prancer's flank, the touch light but deliberate. "Not when you're putting on a show like this." His fingers dragged lower, brushing slowly through the cleft of Prancer's ass, the younger reindeer's fur damp with sweat and the slick sheen of his own arousal.

Prancer whimpered, his body jolting as Vixen's fingers came achingly close to his trembling hole. "You fucking prick," he growled, though his voice cracked as his hips jerked involuntarily. "Don't--don't fucking touch me--"

Vixen laughed softly, his golden eyes gleaming. "Don't touch you? You're lifting your tail like you're begging for it, pup. Hell, I can feel how desperate you are." He let his fingers graze the edge of the spasming ring before pulling back, watching with satisfaction as Prancer groaned loudly, his hole clenching on nothing.

The twins, Donder and Blitzen, exchanged a silent glance from their spot near the bar, their identical smirks speaking volumes. They didn't need to intervene--this was classic Vixen, always pushing Prancer's buttons. The two had been paired next to each other in the sleigh team for years, their rivalry as inevitable as the tension between them.

"You bastard," Prancer bit out, his voice strained. "I swear to gods--fuck--you'd better hope I don't cum before this thing starts." His cock twitched violently, another thick bead of precum dripping from the tip.

"Oh, you'll hold out," Vixen said, smirking as he gave Prancer's raised ass a sharp slap. The younger reindeer cried out, his entire body jolting, his hips bucking forward as his cock gave a visible throb. "Because if you don't, you're out. No games, no glory--just you on the floor, dripping like the useless little mess you are."

Prancer's breaths came in short, desperate gasps, his tail flicking erratically as he tried to hold himself together. "Fuck... you're such an asshole," he muttered, his voice barely above a whimper. "Fucking smug piece of shit..."

Vixen grinned wider, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over Prancer's ear. "Keep talking, pup. Let's see if your filthy little mouth can distract me from the fact that you're two seconds away from blowing it."

"Language!" Dancer chimed in, his velvety voice carrying a mocking lilt that immediately drew the room's attention. He stretched out on the couch, his creamy tan coat shimmering in the firelight, the muscles in his long, elegant limbs rippling with the subtle shift of his weight. His smaller antlers curved gracefully above his sharp, almost delicate features, though there was nothing soft about the way his golden eyes gleamed with amusement.

His sheath, sleek and proportionate, rested snug between his thighs, the tight, drawn weight of his balls betraying just how much tension he was holding back. Dancer might have been one of the leaner reindeer, but his presence was commanding, his natural charisma making him a steadying force among the team--a voice that often balanced the line between teasing and reason. "Vixen, give the poor pup a break," Dancer said, his grin widening as he gestured lazily at Prancer. "You've been at him all night, and we're all ready to fuck at this point. You're just as hard up as the rest of us, so quit pretending you're above it."

Prancer shot Dancer a quick, grateful glance, though his trembling hips and the slick sounds of his cock dragging against the rug made it impossible to look anything but hopelessly desperate. Dancer leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he tilted his head at Vixen. "Besides, if he loses it before we even start, it'll be on you. And none of us want to miss out on what that filthy mouth of his can do during the games."

Vixen scoffed, his grin widening as he straightened up, letting his paw slide teasingly down Prancer's flank one last time before pulling away. "Fine," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "I'll save the rest for later. But don't blame me when he pops the second anyone touches him."

Dancer smirked, leaning back against the couch with a casual stretch that drew more than a few lingering glances. "Oh, don't worry, Vixen," he said smoothly. "We'll all get our turn with him--and with you--soon enough."

Donder and Blitzen stood side by side near the bar, their identical chocolate-brown coats gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. The twins were built like powerhouses, their broad shoulders and thick necks making them look like they could plough through a blizzard without breaking a sweat. Donder's muzzle was marred by a faint scar that gave him an air of rugged authority, while Blitzen's was unmarked, his crooked grin always hinting at trouble. Their sheaths were massive, hanging low between their muscular thighs, their heavy balls swaying slightly as they shifted. They shared a look, their smirks nearly identical.

"You think he'll make it through the poem without jizzing himself?" Donder murmured.

Blitzen chuckled. "Doubt it. He's been half-hard since November."

"Fuck you both," Prancer shot back, though his grin didn't waver.

Cupid lingered near the window, his light coat almost glowing against the snowy backdrop. His icy blue eyes flicked nervously between the others, his smaller frame making him seem almost delicate in comparison. But there was no mistaking the thickness of his sheath, the way his balls hung heavy beneath him, betraying his shy demeanour.

Comet, the largest of the group, leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed over his barrel-like chest. His dark chestnut coat was marred with black markings along his shoulders, his muscles rippling with every subtle movement. His sheath was thicker than any of theirs, the heavy weight of it impossible to ignore. His golden-brown eyes watched everything with quiet intensity, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Dasher raised his arms, his voice taking on a formal tone as he began to recite the ancient words:

"From frost and storm, from toil and strain,

We've borne the sleigh, we've braved the pain.

But now the harnesses come undone,

And in this lodge, the games begun.

Through icy winds and winter's bite,

We've pulled the sleigh through endless night.

Our muscles ache, our bodies yearn,

For now, at last, it's our turn.

Our cocks kept sheathed, our needs denied,

We've held back lust with stubborn pride.

But no more restraint, no rules, no reins,

Tonight we'll flood these halls with stains.

The fire roars, the time is near,

To claim release we've earned all year.

With cocks unleashed, our lust will grow,

Let loose the beasts, let seed now flow!"

The air grew heavier as he continued, the weight of tradition and anticipation settling over the group. By the time he finished, every reindeer's chest was heaving, their bodies tense with barely-contained need. Dasher raised his head proudly, his commanding voice cutting through the heavy air of anticipation. "Before we officially begin the games, it's my honour to introduce this year's judge and master of ceremonies." He stepped aside, gesturing to a diminutive figure who had just entered the lodge.

The elf who strutted forward was nothing short of flamboyant. Gabe, a veteran of the wrapping department and newly crowned Elf of the Year, grinned like he'd just won the lottery. His green hair was slicked back, and his body was wrapped in a snug red-and-white striped outfit that clung to his lithe frame. His candy-cane-striped stockings were paired with thigh-high boots, and a wide sash reading "Elf of the Year" draped dramatically across his chest. Gabe stopped in the centre of the room, twirling a golden staff topped with a bell. "Thank you, Dasher!" he said with a theatrical bow. "It's not every day you get to officiate a centuries-old tradition and lick up stray reindeer cum. Truly, the highest honour."

The reindeer chuckled, a mix of appreciation and amusement rippling through the group. Gabe continued, his grin widening. "Now, let's be honest--you boys are pent up enough to blast through a wall, and I can smell how ready you are. So, let's not waste any more time. The first game is simple: distance." He waved his staff toward the centre of the lodge, where a long fur rug had been rolled out to serve as the makeshift runway. "Let's see who's got the strongest shot in the North Pole!"

Dasher's grin turned wicked as he dropped his arms. "The Reindeer Games begin now."

Game One: Distance Cum Shot

The reindeer lined up along the edge of the rug, their cocks already beginning to emerge from their heavy sheaths, thick and flushed with need. Gabe paced in front of them, his golden staff twirling in one hand as he scanned the lineup with an exaggeratedly professional air.

"Alright, boys," Gabe said, his grin wicked. "Let's see what you've been hiding all season. First up: Prancer!"

Prancer stepped forward, his cheeks already flushed a deeper shade than the rest of him. His cock, fully out and dripping with precum, bounced slightly as he moved into position. Gabe leaned in, squinting theatrically. "18 centimetres long, and... let's call it 13 centimetres around. The youngest of the group, and it shows!"

"Shut the fuck up," Prancer growled, wrapping a hand around his shaft. His cock was a deep pink, tapering to a rounded, flared tip, already glistening with slickness. His balls, high and tight, swayed as he stroked himself quickly, his breaths turning to gasps almost immediately.

"Easy, pup," Vixen called from the line, snickering. "Don't blow it already."

But it was too late. Within seconds, Prancer let out a loud groan, his hips jerking forward as his cock erupted, sending a short, messy burst barely halfway across the rug. His balls pulled tight against his body, but the load was over almost as soon as it began, a weak dribble following the initial spurt.

The room exploded with laughter.

"Ten seconds!" Gabe announced, raising his arms in mock triumph. "And a grand total of--" He paced to the mark and bent down. "Four feet. A strong start for someone who clearly couldn't wait."

Prancer collapsed to his knees, panting and glaring at the others as they jeered. "Fuck off, all of you," he muttered, wiping his forehead.

Vixen smirked, crossing his arms. "You'd better clean up after yourself, pup. Maybe try for five feet next year."

"Alright, alright," Gabe said, waving them down. "Next up: Dasher!"

The leader of the team stepped forward, his broad shoulders squared as he gripped his cock. It was thick and veiny, 23 centimetres long and 16 around, with a pronounced curve that made it look even more imposing. His balls hung low and heavy, swaying slightly as he began stroking himself with slow, deliberate motions.

"Now that's a proper cock," Gabe said, twirling his staff as Dasher let out a low, guttural grunt. "Careful, you might scare the rest of them."

Dasher didn't respond, his focus entirely on his strokes. His breaths came heavier, his hips rolling slightly as his cock thickened in his hand. When he finally came, it was with a deep growl, his body tensing as a thick, powerful arc of cum shot across the rug, landing well past Prancer's mark.

"12 feet!" Gabe announced as Dasher stepped back, smirking as he adjusted himself.

"Top that," Dasher said, his voice dripping with confidence as he rejoined the line.

"Challenge accepted," Donder said as he stepped forward, followed closely by Blitzen.

The twins positioned themselves side by side, their identical cocks thick and blunt-tipped, both 21 centimetres long and 15 around. Their balls, full and pendulous, swung heavily as they began stroking in near-perfect unison, their breaths falling into rhythm as they worked themselves toward release.

When they came, it was with simultaneous grunts, their loads bursting forth in twin arcs that landed almost exactly at the 10-foot mark.

"Tie!" Gabe shouted, spinning his staff. "Guess you two really do finish together."

Blitzen grinned. "It's a twin thing."

Dancer was next, his slim, elegant frame contrasting with the bold confidence he carried as he stepped to the rug's edge. His cock, a sleek 20 centimetres and 14 around, glistened as he gripped it, his smooth, rhythmic strokes drawing more than a few appreciative glances. His balls, though smaller than Dasher's, hung taut with the weight of two months of abstinence.

"Get ready," Dancer murmured, his voice velvety as his strokes quickened. He let out a soft moan as he came, his load streaking forward in graceful ribbons that landed just shy of the 10-foot mark.

"9.5 feet," Gabe announced. "Close, but not enough to beat Dasher--or the twins."

Dancer smirked as he stepped back. "Still better than Prancer."

Cupid stepped forward hesitantly, his pale, cream-coloured coat glowing in the firelight. He was smaller than the others, his slender frame and shy demeanour making him seem almost out of place in the lineup. But as his cock emerged fully from his sheath, it was clear he wasn't lacking where it mattered.

"21 centimetres long, 14 around," Gabe announced with a grin. "The shy boy's packing!"

Cupid's ears flicked back as he wrapped a hand around his cock, the slim shaft curving slightly upward and tapering to a pointed tip. He stroked himself slowly at first, his breaths soft and trembling, but the more he worked himself, the more his shyness seemed to melt away.

"Don't hold back now," Dancer teased, his golden eyes glinting. "Show us what you've been hiding all season."

Cupid's lips parted in a quiet moan, his hips bucking slightly as his balls, snug and tight against his body, pulled closer. With a shaky gasp, he came, his load splattering just shy of the 9-foot mark.

"8.5 feet!" Gabe called, marking the spot with a candy cane. "Not bad for the quiet one!"

Cupid flushed deeply, stepping back into line as the others gave him a mix of cheers and teasing jeers.

"Alright, Vixen," Gabe said, turning to the bronze-coated reindeer. "Let's see if that cocky attitude of yours matches what you're working with."

Vixen strutted forward, every step radiating confidence as his thick cock swung heavily in front of him. It was an impressive sight--22 centimetres long, 15 around, with a prominent ridge that made it look as intimidating as it was enticing.

Gabe whistled low. "22 centimetres, and that flare? You might give Dasher a run for his money."

Vixen grinned as he gripped his shaft, his strokes smooth and deliberate. His balls, round and full, swung beneath him with every motion, visibly heavy with two months of denied release. "Watch and learn, boys," he drawled, his voice low and teasing.

His pace quickened, his breaths deepening as his cock pulsed visibly in his grip. When he came, it was with a throaty groan, his load shooting forward in thick bursts, landing at the 10.5-foot mark.

"10.5 feet!" Gabe announced, spinning his staff. "That flare's not just for show!"

Vixen smirked as he stepped back, brushing past Dasher with a cocky wink. "Guess you're not the only one who knows how to lead, huh?"

Dasher rolled his eyes, though a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Finally, it was Comet's turn. The largest and quietest of the group, he stepped forward with little fanfare, his cock already thick and throbbing in his hand. At 25 centimetres long and 17 around, it was a sight to behold, the veins pulsing visibly as he began stroking with slow, deliberate motions. His balls, the heaviest of the group, swung low as he worked himself up, his breaths deep and steady.

When he came, it was with a deep, rumbling groan, his hips thrusting forward as a thick, explosive load shot forward, splattering at the 14-foot line with a wet splat.

"14 feet!" Gabe shouted, clapping his hands. "We have a winner!"

Dasher scowled, crossing his arms as he glanced at the mark. "Fucking Comet," he muttered under his breath.

Comet smirked, his deep voice rumbling as he turned back to the group. "Better luck next year, Dasher."

The room erupted into laughter and applause, the tension easing as they prepared for the next game.

Gabe clapped his hands together, the golden bell at the top of his staff jingling merrily as he stepped forward. "And that concludes the first round of the Reindeer Games!" he announced, his grin as wide as ever. "Let's celebrate our top three shooters, shall we?"

The elf reached into his sash and pulled out three medals, each adorned with a sparkling snowflake. He walked up to the twins first, holding up their matching medals. "Donder and Blitzen," Gabe said with a wink, "for proving once again that you finish together, no matter what. Maybe next time you'll try aiming for different targets."

Donder laughed as Gabe slipped the medal over his antlers, his thick cock still twitching slightly as Gabe leaned down and dragged his tongue teasingly along the shaft. The elf gave Blitzen the same treatment, his lips lingering at the tip of the twin's cock for just a moment before pulling back with a wink.

Next, Gabe turned to Dasher, who was still scowling slightly at his loss. "Ah, Dasher," Gabe said with mock solemnity. "So close, and yet... second place. But don't worry--I think we can agree you're still the team's biggest presence."

Dasher's frown softened as Gabe slipped the medal over his antlers, leaning down to lick slowly along the length of his cock. Dasher let out a low grunt, his balls giving a faint twitch as Gabe pulled back.

Finally, Gabe strode up to Comet, holding the sparkling gold medal high as if he were crowning a king. "And now, our champion," Gabe said with theatrical flair, his golden staff twirling in his hand. "Comet, with a truly explosive performance at fourteen feet! You've earned this."

He slipped the medal over Comet's antlers, then crouched down, his grin faltering slightly as he took in the sheer size of the reindeer's cock up close. "Gods above," Gabe muttered, half to himself. "This thing's a fucking battering ram."

Comet let out a low rumble, the corner of his mouth quirking upward in a rare grin.

Undeterred, Gabe leaned forward, wrapping his small hands around the thick shaft. The cock was impossibly girthy--25 centimetres long and 17 around--and the heat of it made Gabe's palms slick with sweat. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, the elf slid his lips over the flared tip, his cheeks bulging obscenely as he tried to take more. A muffled moan escaped Gabe as he pushed forward, his jaw stretching painfully, his throat convulsing as the reindeer's cock pressed insistently against the back of his throat. His little hands gripped tightly at the base, stroking what he couldn't fit, while his tongue worked feverishly along the underside. Comet groaned, his deep voice vibrating through the room as his hips jerked slightly. "Careful," he rumbled. "You're not built for this, elf."

Gabe pulled back with a wet gasp, his lips glistening, his face flushed. "No shit," he said breathlessly, his voice hoarse but playful as he licked a streak of precum from the corner of his mouth. "But I think I did pretty damn well for an elf."

He straightened, patting Comet's thigh as he grinned up at him. "Enjoy it while it lasts, big guy. There are still plenty of games to go, and I'm not licking you again until you earn it."

Game Two: Stamina Sprint

Gabe twirled his staff with a flourish, the golden bell jingling merrily as he paced back toward the centre of the lodge. "Alright, boys," he announced, his grin as mischievous as ever. "Time to see who's got the control to back up their cock. This next game is all about stamina--how long can you hold back while I do my worst to break you?"

The reindeer shifted in anticipation, their cocks already semi-hard again after the first round, glistening in the firelight.

"You blow too soon, you're out," Gabe continued, his green eyes glinting with wicked glee. "The last one standing gets bragging rights and a little extra reward from yours truly." He licked his lips pointedly, his gaze sweeping over the line.

"Fuck," Prancer muttered under his breath, already looking like he regretted showing up.

Vixen smirked, his golden eyes locking onto the younger reindeer. "You might as well sit this one out, pup. We all know you can't handle it."

"Shut your goddamn mouth, Vixen," Prancer shot back, though his trembling legs and the twitch of his cock betrayed his nerves.

"Alright, enough banter," Gabe said, clapping his hands. "Line up! You're about to find out why I'm Elf of the Year."

The reindeer lined up once more, their muscular bodies tense with anticipation. Gabe started at the far left, his mischievous grin widening as he approached Donder.

"Let's see if you're as tough as you look," Gabe said, kneeling in front of the powerful twin. Donder's cock was already standing proudly at full length, thick and blunt-tipped, twitching slightly in time with the sway of his heavy balls. Gabe started slow, his tongue flicking teasingly across the head before swirling around the ridge.

Donder grunted, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep control.

"You're holding up well," Gabe murmured, his voice low and sultry as he wrapped his lips around the shaft, taking it deep enough to make Donder's cock pulse visibly. "But for how long?"

Donder's breaths came heavier, his thighs flexing, but he held back. "Next," Gabe said finally, pulling off with a wet pop and wiping his mouth. "You're safe--for now."

Blitzen was next, his identical cock standing tall and thick as Gabe knelt before him. "You're no different," Gabe teased, his fingers curling around Blitzen's shaft as he leaned in to trace the length with his tongue. "Let's see if you can last longer than your brother."

Blitzen smirked, though the expression faltered slightly as Gabe's tongue flicked over the sensitive underside. His breaths turned to soft grunts, but like Donder, he managed to hold back.

Prancer shifted nervously as Gabe knelt in front of him, the elf's mischievous grin widening as he took in the sight of the younger reindeer's cock. Still flushed and slick from his earlier release, it twitched visibly, already showing signs of hardening again.

"Well, well," Gabe teased, running his fingers along the length, tracing the veins that stood out against the smooth, pink shaft. "18 centimetres, 13 around, and still eager after spilling your load in the first game. Maybe you've got more in you than we thought."

"Shut up," Prancer muttered, his ears flicking back, though his cock jerked in Gabe's hand as the elf leaned in and ran his tongue along the underside.

Gabe didn't waste time, wrapping his lips around the tip and working him with slow, deliberate strokes. Prancer groaned, his thighs trembling as the warmth of the elf's mouth sent shivers up his spine. His cock throbbed, pulsing against Gabe's tongue as the elf took him deeper, his small hands gripping the base and massaging the still-sensitive shaft.

"F-fuck," Prancer stammered, his voice cracking as his hips twitched forward. "Shit, that's good--fuck--"

The more Gabe worked him, the harder it became for Prancer to stay in control. His breaths turned into ragged gasps, his tail flicking erratically as his balls began to tighten again. "Fuck--stop--wait--I can't--" Prancer's voice broke into a desperate moan as his hands shot to the back of Gabe's head, gripping tightly.

Gabe tried to pull back, his eyes widening as Prancer's hips thrust forward, pushing his cock deeper into the elf's mouth. "F-fuck--oh, fuck!" Prancer cried, his entire body trembling as he lost himself, rutting mindlessly into Gabe's throat.

The elf gagged, his throat convulsing as he tried to pull away, but Prancer held him firmly in place. Thick, hot spurts of cum erupted from the reindeer's cock, filling Gabe's mouth faster than he could swallow. The elf coughed, choking as the overwhelming load spilled out of the corners of his mouth, some even shooting out of his nose as he struggled to breathe.

"Shit, fuck--take it, take it!" Prancer groaned, his grip tightening as his hips jerked erratically. "Fucking gods, that's so fucking good--fuck, yes!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Prancer's thrusts slowed, and his hands released their grip on Gabe's head. The elf pulled back with a gasp, his face flushed, his lips glistening, and his nose dripping with streaks of cum.

"Holy shit," Gabe muttered, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he caught his breath. "You taste like sugar and desperation, kid." He coughed again, laughing breathlessly. "That load nearly drowned me."

Prancer sank back onto his haunches, panting and trembling, his cock still twitching slightly as he tried to recover. "Fuck... s-sorry..." he muttered, though the sheepish grin on his face betrayed how much he'd enjoyed it.

Gabe stood, shaking his head with a laugh. "Well, Prancer, you're officially out," he announced, twirling his staff. "But I'll give you credit--your cum's sweeter than candy cane frosting."

The other reindeer erupted into laughter, Vixen doubling over as he pointed at Prancer. "Kid, you're fucking dangerous. Gabe's gonna need a life vest next time."

Gabe moved on to Dancer, who stood poised and confident, his cock throbbing but steady. Gabe didn't hold back, wrapping his lips around the shaft and sliding halfway down before pulling back to focus on the head. Dancer moaned softly, his hips twitching, but he managed to keep control.

"You're good," Gabe murmured, licking a stripe up the length. "But you're not invincible."

Dancer smirked, though his breaths were heavier as Gabe moved on.

Vixen was next, his bronze coat glistening with sweat as he smirked down at Gabe. "Think you can break me, elf?"

Gabe grinned. "Oh, I don't think--I know."

He wasted no time, taking Vixen's cock deep enough to make the reindeer let out a low groan. Gabe's hands worked his balls, squeezing and massaging until Vixen's smirk faltered. "Fuck," Vixen muttered, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Careful," Gabe teased, pulling back just enough to let his breath ghost over the tip. "You're close--I can feel it."

Vixen grit his teeth, his cock throbbing visibly, but he held on.

When Gabe finally reached Comet, the room was thick with tension. The biggest reindeer stood like a statue, his massive cock twitching slightly as Gabe knelt before him. "You're my favourite," Gabe murmured, wrapping both hands around the shaft. "Let's see if the champ can stay on top."

Comet grunted softly, his breaths deep and steady as Gabe worked him over. The elf took him as deep as he could, his cheeks bulging obscenely as his throat worked to accommodate the thick girth. Comet's body trembled slightly, but he held firm, even as Gabe's hands massaged his heavy balls. When Gabe finally pulled back, panting and flushed, Comet was still standing strong. "Damn," Gabe muttered, wiping his mouth. "You're like a fucking machine."

After a gruelling few minutes, only Comet and Dasher remained. The tension between them was electric, each reindeer refusing to break as Gabe moved back and forth between them, his tongue and hands working tirelessly. Finally, after what felt like hours, Dasher let out a loud groan, his cock jerking as he pulled back. "Comet wins again!" Gabe announced, raising his arms in triumph. "The stamina king holds his title!"

Gabe clapped his hands together, his golden staff jingling as he stepped forward with a dramatic flair. "What a round! Let's honour our top three--and, as always, in my own special way." He reached into his sash and pulled out three medals, each one sparkling in the firelight.

"Starting with third place," Gabe announced, turning to Cupid, who looked as surprised as anyone to hear his name. "The shy one proves he's got more stamina than meets the eye. Cupid, get your sweet ass up here!"

Cupid stepped forward hesitantly, his pale coat glowing under the firelight as he adjusted his antlers for the bronze medal. Gabe slipped it over them with a grin, then crouched down in front of him. "And for your reward..." Gabe nuzzled his face against Cupid's thighs, his hands sliding up to cup the smaller reindeer's balls. Cupid gasped softly as Gabe pressed a playful kiss to the sensitive skin, then gently sucked one of his balls into his mouth. His tongue worked with slow, deliberate circles before releasing it with a wet pop and moving to the other.

Cupid shuddered, his cock twitching visibly as Gabe gave him one final lick and stepped back with a wink. "Not bad for the quiet one," Gabe said, patting Cupid's thigh.

Cupid flushed deeply, muttering, "Thanks..." as he returned to the line, his steps a little unsteady.

"Next up, second place," Gabe continued, turning to Dasher with a playful smirk. "The big guy himself. Let's give it up for our silver medalist!"

Dasher stepped forward, his broad frame towering over Gabe as the elf slipped the medal over his antlers. "And for you..." Gabe knelt again, sliding his hands up Dasher's powerful thighs before leaning in to nuzzle his heavy, low-hanging balls. Dasher grunted as Gabe dragged his tongue slowly along the thick skin, his lips wrapping briefly around one before releasing it. "Impressive, as always," Gabe said, pulling back with a grin. "Second place suits you." Dasher rolled his eyes but smirked as he stepped back into line, adjusting his sheath.

Finally, Gabe turned to Comet, holding up the gold medal as though he were crowning royalty. "And now, our champion. Two rounds, two wins--Comet, you're unstoppable!" Comet stepped forward with his usual quiet confidence, his massive frame casting a shadow over the elf. Gabe slipped the medal over Comet's antlers, then paused, his grin turning wicked. "You've been holding back, big guy. Let's see if I can finally get a reaction out of you."

The other reindeer chuckled softly, watching as Gabe stepped closer, his small hands trailing up the broad expanse of Comet's chest. His fingers brushed over the reindeer's fur, finding the firm muscles beneath as he tilted his head, his lips curling into a smirk. Without hesitation, Gabe leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Comet's chest before his lips closed around one dark, sensitive nipple. He started slow, his tongue flicking softly against the nub, teasing it to hardness as Comet inhaled sharply.

"That's it," Gabe murmured, his voice low and sultry. "Not so quiet now, huh?"

He pressed his mouth more firmly against Comet's chest, suckling with steady, rhythmic pulls that sent visible shudders through the reindeer's powerful frame. Comet's breaths grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as Gabe's lips worked over him, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before drawing it between his teeth. Comet let out a low, rumbling groan as Gabe nibbled gently, the elf's small hands gripping his sides to hold himself steady. The sound of Gabe's mouth--wet, eager, and teasing--filled the lodge, and the other reindeer watched with wide eyes as the usually stoic Comet began to lose his composure. Gabe switched to the other nipple, his tongue dragging across Comet's chest as he moved. This time, he was bolder, his lips closing tightly around the nub as he sucked harder, letting his teeth graze it just enough to make Comet's cock jerk visibly.

The reindeer's tail flicked sharply, his breaths turning to low, guttural growls as his composure cracked. "Gabe," Comet rumbled, his golden-brown eyes darkening with barely restrained lust. "If you don't stop teasing me..."

Gabe grinned against Comet's chest, his tongue flicking one last time before pulling back just enough to whisper, "What'll you do?"

Comet's lips curled into a rare, dangerous smile. "You'll end up as an elf on the shelf next year," he warned, his voice thick with arousal. "Unable to walk when I'm done fucking you senseless."

The room went quiet for a beat, every pair of eyes on the massive reindeer and the elf pressed against his chest.

Dasher broke the silence with a sharp rebuke. "Comet, you know we don't fuck the elves."

Comet's gaze didn't leave Gabe's flushed, swollen lips. "Yeah, but this one's begging for an anal bruising."

Gabe gasped softly, his grin widening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You talk big, champ," he said, his voice still breathless. "But you've got a lot more games to win before you even think about taking me apart."

Comet's smirk remained as he stepped back into line, his cock still twitching faintly, his chest marked with wet streaks where Gabe's mouth had been. The air between them was thick with tension as Gabe turned back to the group, clearing his throat and adjusting his sash.

"Alright," Gabe said, his voice bright again as he twirled his staff. "Two games down, plenty more to go. Let's see who's still got the stamina for Game Three!"

Game Three: Target Practice

Gabe strutted toward the centre of the lodge, twirling his golden staff as he smirked at the assembled reindeer. "Alright, boys," he said, spinning dramatically before planting the staff firmly on the floor. "Time to see who's got the best aim. Think of it as... festive archery, but with more cum."

The reindeer chuckled as Gabe climbed onto a low sled rigged to glide smoothly across a track. "Rules are simple," Gabe continued, bracing himself against the rails. "You get one shot to hit me. Points for precision--and if you miss? Well, the whole lodge will be laughing at you." He winked. "Don't be shy. I can handle it."

The reindeer lined up, their cocks already twitching back to life after the earlier games. Gabe glanced at the lineup, his grin widening. "Alright, Prancer, you're up first. Try to keep it on the rug this time, pup."

Prancer stepped forward, his ears flicking nervously as he positioned himself. His cock, already throbbing and leaking, twitched in his grip as he began stroking. "F-fuck," he muttered, his breath hitching as he struggled to focus.

Gabe's sled began to move, gliding back and forth across the lodge as the elf called out taunts. "Come on, Prancer! Surely you can hit me this time!"

Prancer growled, his strokes quickening as his hips jerked forward. "Shut the fuck up--I'm gonna--shit--fuck!" His body tensed, his cock jerking violently as he came.

The result was pure chaos. Thick ropes of cum flew in every direction, splattering the rug, the sled, and even Gabe's arm. Gabe stopped the sled and looked down at himself, raising an eyebrow. "Well, some of it hit me," he said, smirking. "Let's call it... an honourable mention."

The other reindeer burst into laughter, Vixen doubling over. "Good job, Prancer! You've managed to hit everything except the target."

Prancer glared, his face flushed as he muttered, "Fuck all of you..." before stepping back into line.

Dancer stepped forward next with his usual confident smirk, gripping his sleek cock with an elegance that matched his every move. His strokes were smooth and deliberate, his cock throbbing visibly in his hand as the firelight glinted off its flushed, glistening length.

Gabe's sled began to glide again, the elf twirling his staff as he called out, "Come on, Dancer. Let's see if you've got the aim to match that cocky attitude."

"Oh, you'll see," Dancer replied smoothly, his golden eyes narrowing as he tracked the sled's motion. His strokes quickened, his breathing deepened, and with a low, controlled moan, his cock jerked as he let loose.

The room fell silent as the thick, creamy load arced through the air--and landed squarely on Gabe's face.

Gabe froze in place, his golden staff clattering to the floor as the warm, sticky cum dripped down his cheeks and onto his lips. His eyes fluttered shut, and without thinking, his tongue darted out, licking the salty streak off his lips. A soft, muffled moan escaped him as his fingers brushed against his cheek, scooping up more of the mess and bringing it to his mouth. The reindeer exchanged wide-eyed glances, their usual banter replaced by stunned silence as Gabe continued to lick his fingers clean. His cheeks flushed, his breaths shallow as he savoured the taste.

"Sweet Frost, he's hungry," Blitzen finally muttered, breaking the silence.

Donder nodded, his lips quirking into a bemused grin. "Think we should start bottling it for him? `Reindeer Cream, Elf-Approved.'"

The rest of the team snickered, and Dancer tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Glad to know my load's so appreciated," he said casually, though the amusement in his voice was clear.

Gabe barely seemed to hear them, his tongue dragging slowly across his lips as his fingers found another streak to sample. His knees wobbled slightly as he muttered under his breath, "Fuck... that's so good."

A loud cough finally snapped him out of his reverie, and Gabe's eyes shot open. Dasher stood at the edge of the lineup, his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. "Gabe," Dasher said dryly. "You do remember you're here to judge a game, not turn it into a snack break, right?"

Gabe blinked, his face going crimson as he scrambled to pick up his staff. "I--uh--yeah, of course," he stammered, though he couldn't stop himself from stealing one last lick from his fingers. "It's just... really tasty."

The room burst into laughter, Vixen slapping his thigh as he leaned against the wall. "Someone give this elf a bucket. He's gonna start milking us at this rate."

"Don't tempt him," Donder added, grinning. "He might actually try."

Gabe glared at the group, though his lips twitched into a sheepish grin as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. "You're all a bunch of assholes," he muttered, his cheeks still burning as he stepped back into position.

Dasher was next, his broad frame radiating determination as he stepped forward. He gripped his cock firmly, stroking with slow, deliberate motions that made the others fall quiet. Gabe's sled started again, gliding smoothly as Dasher narrowed his eyes, lining up his shot. His strokes quickened, his cock throbbing visibly as he let out a low, guttural growl. With a powerful thrust, he came, his load streaking across the room and landing perfectly on Gabe's chest. Gabe looked down at the thick splatter on his sash, raising an eyebrow. "Right on target, big guy," he said, patting his chest. "You never miss, do you?"

Dasher smirked, stepping back into line. "Second place again," he muttered, though his tone held more amusement than annoyance.

Finally, it was Comet's turn. The massive reindeer stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he gripped his cock. It was already slick and throbbing, the veins pulsing visibly as he began stroking with slow, methodical motions.

Gabe braced himself, his cheeks still flushed from Dancer and Dasher's loads. "Alright, champ," he called out, grinning nervously. "Let's see if you can keep that streak alive."

Comet didn't respond, his focus unshakable as his strokes quickened. His breaths grew heavier, his golden-brown eyes darkening with lust as he lined up his shot. Gabe's sled glided to the far end of the track, and just as it began to turn, Comet let out a low, rumbling groan, his cock jerking violently as he came.

The load arced perfectly through the air, landing squarely on Gabe's ass as he turned to face the other end of the lodge. The elf froze, blinking in surprise as the wet, sticky heat spread across his backside.

Comet smirked, his voice a low rumble. "Better get used to my cum back there, elf. You'll be feeling it a lot more if you keep teasing me."

Gabe's cheeks flushed bright red, but his grin didn't falter. "You talk big, champ," he shot back, adjusting his sash as he stood. "Let's see if you've got the game to back it up."

The rest of the reindeer burst into laughter, Dasher shaking his head as he muttered, "Comet, we've talked about this. No fucking the elves."

Comet's smirk widened. "Yeah, but this one's begging for it."

Gabe clapped his hands, his voice bright and cheerful despite the sticky mess covering him. "Alright! Dancer takes the gold for that face shot, Dasher lands in silver again, and Comet rounds out the top three. Let's see what I can come up with for your rewards this time!"

Gabe clapped his hands together, his grin wide and mischievous as he stepped forward, medals swinging dramatically from his sash. "Alright, boys, let's celebrate our top three shooters! As always, I'll make it memorable for each of you."

He twirled his staff and turned to Dasher first, holding up the silver medal. "Second place again, big guy. Always the bridesmaid, huh?" Gabe teased, slipping the medal over Dasher's antlers.

Dasher snorted, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. "You keep this up, elf, and I'll give you something to really remember."

"Oh, I don't doubt it," Gabe said with a grin, reaching down to tweak Dasher's thick cock with a playful squeeze before stepping back.

Next, Gabe turned to Dancer, the gold medal gleaming in his hand. "And now, our champion! A perfect face shot, expertly delivered. Dancer, you've truly outdone yourself." Dancer tilted his head, his golden eyes gleaming as he knelt slightly to let Gabe slip the medal over his antlers. But instead of stepping back, Gabe sank to his knees in front of Dancer, his fingers wrapping gently around the reindeer's softening cock. "Can't leave a masterpiece unfinished," Gabe murmured, his voice low and teasing as he ran his tongue along the length, collecting every glistening drop of leftover cum. Dancer let out a soft groan, his thighs tensing slightly as Gabe worked him over, his lips wrapping around the sensitive head to ensure he left nothing behind.

The room fell silent, the only sounds the wet, eager noises of Gabe's mouth as he savoured the task. Dancer chuckled softly, resting a hand on Gabe's shoulder. "You're a dedicated judge. I'll give you that."

"Or a cheating one," Donder called from the side, grinning as he elbowed Blitzen. "Looks like Comet's little elf bitch is getting ideas."

Blitzen snorted. "Hope you're not too jealous, big guy. Seems like he's having a little too much fun down there."

Gabe pulled back with a wet pop, licking his lips as he stood, his face flushed but his grin still intact. He turned to Comet, his gaze lingering a moment too long as he held up the bronze medal.

"Don't listen to them," Gabe said, slipping the medal over Comet's antlers before letting his fingers trail down the reindeer's chest. He reached Comet's nipples and gave one a sharp pinch, watching with delight as Comet let out a low grunt, his cock twitching in response.

Gabe's eyes glinted with mischief as he gave the other nipple a gentler squeeze, then met Comet's gaze with a lingering, suggestive look. "Besides," Gabe murmured, his voice low enough that only Comet could hear, "they're just jealous they're not next in line for that reindeer cock."

Comet's golden-brown eyes darkened, and his lips curled into a rare smirk. "Careful, elf," he rumbled. "You keep teasing, and I might take you up on it."

The twins snickered, but Gabe only winked at Comet, stepping back and twirling his staff. "Alright!" he called out, his voice bright again as he addressed the group. "Three games down, and we're just getting started. Let's see who's ready to bring their A-game for the next round!"

Game Four: Reverse Mount Challenge

Gabe stood in the centre of the lodge, twirling his golden staff as a low table padded with soft fur was placed in the middle of the room. "Alright, boys," Gabe announced, his grin wicked. "This game is all about restraint--literally. You'll be bound and at my mercy while I do my best to push you over the edge. The last one standing wins." He gestured to the setup as a helper elf brought out thick leather belts. "Lie down, hands above your head, and these will keep you nice and secure while I do my thing. No touching, no thrusting--just you, me, and your willpower."

The reindeer exchanged glances, the anticipation crackling between them. Vixen smirked, stretching his arms out. "Kinky, even for you," he teased, earning a laugh from the others.

"Don't act like you're not into it," Gabe shot back, twirling the belt. "Now, who's first?"

Vixen smirked from the lineup, rolling his shoulders as he stepped forward. "You talk big, elf," he drawled, his bronze coat gleaming in the firelight. "Let's see if you can back it up."

"Oh, I always back it up," Gabe replied, looping the belt in his hands with a sly grin. "Lie down, Vixen. Let's see how much that cocky attitude can handle."

Vixen stretched out on the padded table, his arms resting above his head as Gabe straddled him. The elf looped the belt around his wrists and secured them to the table's edge, pulling it tight enough to make Vixen's muscles flex.

"Comfy?" Gabe asked, his voice teasing as he leaned forward, his hands sliding down Vixen's chest.

"More than," Vixen replied, his smirk unwavering. "You're gonna have to try harder than that."

"Oh, I will," Gabe murmured, leaning down to press his lips against the reindeer's chest. His tongue flicked out, tracing a line along Vixen's fur until he reached one sensitive nipple. Without hesitation, Gabe closed his lips around it, sucking gently before dragging his teeth across the nub.

Vixen groaned softly, his chest rising beneath Gabe's hands as the elf worked his other nipple with his fingers. "Not bad," Vixen muttered, though his breaths came heavier as Gabe's tongue continued its assault.

"Not bad?" Gabe echoed, pulling back with a smirk. "Let's see how this feels."

He slid down further, his lips trailing over Vixen's abs until he reached the base of his cock. The thick shaft was already throbbing, precum glistening at the tip as Gabe wrapped his hand around it. He leaned down, his tongue flicking over the sensitive head before trailing down to Vixen's heavy balls.

"Shit," Vixen hissed, his smirk faltering as Gabe sucked one of his balls into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin.

The elf worked him over with slow, deliberate attention, his hands stroking the shaft while his lips and tongue teased every inch of Vixen's cock and balls. The reindeer's breaths grew ragged, his hips twitching against the restraints as his composure cracked.

"Fuck," Vixen groaned, his voice strained. "You're a damn menace."

Gabe chuckled, his lips gliding back up the length of Vixen's cock as his hand worked the base. "That's the idea."

With a final stroke and a swirl of his tongue, Vixen let out a loud groan, his cock jerking as he came, thick streams of cum coating Gabe's hand and lips.

The room erupted into laughter as Vixen sagged against the table, panting heavily.

"So much for not breaking," Dasher called, smirking.

"Shut up," Vixen muttered, his cheeks flushed as Gabe untied his wrists with a grin.

Donder's turn came next, and the room grew quiet as Gabe's skill pushed him to his limits. Every gasp and groan from his twin seemed to echo through Blitzen's body, an unspoken connection tightening the coil of anticipation within him. Donder lasted through a long, torturous session, the denied pleasure stretching on so magnificently that the other reindeer couldn't help but cheer him on. When his twin finally came, the sheer force of it left the air charged, as though the release had rippled through the room.

When it was Blitzen's turn to step forward, he did so reluctantly, his usual quiet demeanour masking the storm raging inside. His cock was already unsheathed and leaking profusely, a bead of precum hanging at the tip. His nipples were taut, fur bristling with sensitivity, and the sharp, musky scent of his arousal filled the room. Just watching Donder had left him trembling, his body on the brink before Gabe had even laid a hand on him. Gabe tilted his head, his grin widening as he motioned to the table. "Come on, Blitzen," he teased, looping the leather belt in his hands. "Let's see if you can keep up with your brother--or if you'll crack faster without him to hold your hand."

Blitzen rolled his eyes but said nothing, lying back on the padded table and raising his arms above his head. His thick cock was already standing tall, the blunt tip glistening with precum as Gabe climbed on top of him. The elf looped the belt around Blitzen's wrists, securing them tightly to the table, and leaned down, letting his small hands rest on the reindeer's broad chest.

"You're awfully quiet," Gabe murmured, his fingers trailing over the soft fur of Blitzen's chest. "Let's see if I can change that."

Blitzen grunted softly, his golden eyes narrowing as Gabe leaned down, pressing his lips against the reindeer's chest. His tongue flicked out, tracing a line along Blitzen's fur until he reached one dark, sensitive nipple. He paused, smirking before closing his lips around it and sucking gently. Blitzen inhaled sharply, his chest rising beneath Gabe's hands as the elf's tongue flicked and swirled over the nub. Gabe dragged his teeth across it lightly, eliciting a low groan from the reindeer.

"Still holding out?" Gabe teased, moving to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. "Let's see how long that lasts."

Blitzen's breaths deepened, his jaw tightening as he fought to stay composed. But when Gabe shifted lower, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach until he reached his cock, Blitzen let out a shaky exhale.

"21 centimetres," Gabe murmured, wrapping his small hand around the shaft and giving it a slow stroke. "Not bad. Let's see how it tastes." Blitzen's lips parted slightly as Gabe leaned in, his tongue flicking over the head of his cock, swirling around the sensitive ridge. The reindeer's thighs trembled as Gabe's mouth closed over the tip, sucking gently before pulling back with a soft, wet pop.

"Fuck," Blitzen muttered, his voice barely audible as Gabe licked a line down the underside of his shaft, his hands stroking the base.

Gabe grinned, his lips gliding back up to the head as he flicked his tongue over the slit. "You're shaking, Blitzen," he murmured, his voice teasing. "You sure you can hold out?"

The reindeer let out a soft whimper, his quiet demeanour breaking as his hips twitched against the restraints. "Sh-shut up," Blitzen muttered, though his voice cracked, betraying how close he was.

Gabe didn't let up. His lips closed around the head of Blitzen's cock again, sucking harder this time as his tongue worked the sensitive underside. Blitzen's breaths turned into soft, desperate moans, his composure crumbling further with every movement of Gabe's mouth. "F-fuck," Blitzen whined, his head tipping back against the table as his thighs tensed. "G-Gabe--fuck--"

The room went quiet as the usually stoic reindeer devolved into whimpering, his cock jerking visibly in Gabe's hands.

"You're close," Gabe murmured, pulling back just enough to let his breath ghost over the slick head. "Aren't you, Blitzen?"

Blitzen groaned, his voice high and desperate as his hips bucked slightly. "Y-yeah--fuck--can't--"

Gabe grinned, his lips wrapping around the head once more as he gave a final, swirling flick of his tongue. With a loud, broken moan, Blitzen's body jerked violently, his cock erupting in thick streams that coated Gabe's hand and lips.

The elf pulled back with a satisfied hum, licking a streak of cum from his lips as Blitzen collapsed against the table, panting and trembling.

"Well," Gabe said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "you held out longer than I thought. But damn, you make a cute mess when you lose it."

The other reindeer burst into laughter, Donder shaking his head with a smirk. "What'd I tell you?" he said, leaning back. "All bark, no bite."

"Fuck off," Blitzen muttered, his voice hoarse as Gabe untied his wrists and patted his chest. He paused for a moment, glancing at Donder with a wry smile. "It's always harder for the one going second, anyway." The room stilled for a beat, the comment passing as a joke to most--but the knowing look in Donder's eyes betrayed the deeper truth. Blitzen had been on edge long before they started, the phantom echoes of Donder's own sensations leaving him practically trembling by the time it was his turn.

The firelight flickered across the low table, casting shadows on the fur padding as Gabe adjusted the belt in his hands. His sash was askew, his face still flushed from the earlier rounds, and a wicked grin played on his lips as he turned to Comet. The massive reindeer stood at the edge of the group, his golden-brown eyes fixed on the elf with quiet intensity.

"Well, well," Gabe murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation. "The biggest and the quietest. Let's see if we can fix that."

Comet stepped forward silently, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as he approached the table. He lay back with deliberate movements, stretching his thick arms above his head and settling into position. Gabe climbed on top of him, the leather belt in hand. "Hands up," he commanded softly, looping the strap around Comet's wrists and pulling it tight, securing them firmly to the table's edge. The sight of the massive reindeer restrained and at his mercy sent a thrill through Gabe, who leaned down just enough to let his breath ghost over Comet's chest.

"You look good like this," Gabe murmured, his small hands trailing over Comet's furred torso. "Big. Powerful. Helpless."

The other reindeer shifted uneasily, their gazes flicking between Comet and the elf as Gabe straightened, his grin widening. Without a word, Gabe reached for the buckle of his pants, the metallic click of the clasp breaking the tension in the room.

"Holy shit," Vixen muttered as Gabe slid his pants down his thighs, revealing his bare ass and diminutive cock. "Look at that tiny thing."

Blitzen snorted. "Guess it's true what they say about elves. Small packages."

"Oh, laugh it up," Gabe shot back, his tone playful as he stepped out of his pants and tossed them aside. His cock was small even by elf standards, 6 centimetres and barely poking out above his smooth balls, but his confidence never wavered. "It's not about size--it's about how much fun I'm about to have with him."

Gabe turned his attention back to Comet, his round, bare ass settling over the reindeer's massive, throbbing cock. Precum glistened at the tip, smearing against Gabe's skin as he began to grind slowly, his movements deliberate and teasing.

"Snow and sleigh bells," Dasher muttered, leaning forward. "He's not wasting any time."

Gabe smirked, glancing over his shoulder as he rolled his hips, letting Comet's thick shaft drag along the curve of his ass. "You feel that, big guy?" he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "Feel how hot I am for you?"

Comet let out a deep grunt, his golden eyes narrowing as his chest rose sharply.

"Shit," Cupid whispered, his gaze fixed on the scene. "He's really going for it."

Gabe's movements became bolder, his ass sliding up and down along the length of Comet's cock. Wet, sticky sounds filled the room as the blunt tip kissed his tight, untouched hole with every motion, leaving faint smears of precum around the rim.

"That sound," Vixen muttered, his voice thick with disbelief. "He's fucking himself on it."

The elf moaned softly, his hands bracing against Comet's chest as he shifted his weight, letting the thick head press harder against his hole. "You're so big," Gabe whispered, his voice trembling with mock vulnerability. "I can't take you--but gods, I want to."

Comet growled low in his throat, his hips jerking slightly despite the restraints.

"Don't," Gabe murmured, his grin widening as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against Comet's chest. "Don't hold back. You want to shove that cock inside me, don't you? Stretch me open. Fuck me so hard I can't even stand."

The reindeer's breaths turned into deep, guttural groans as his composure cracked.

"Fuck," Dancer whispered, his eyes wide. "He's going to break him."

Gabe's grinding grew bolder, his ass sliding along the slick length of Comet's cock, which was thick and veined, pulsing with need beneath him. The blunt, flared head glistened with precum, each movement leaving a sticky smear against Gabe's tight, untouched hole. The elf's ring quivered and flexed with every pass, as if it were trying to draw the reindeer's cock inside despite never truly parting for it.

Comet let out a low, guttural groan, his chest heaving as he strained against the leather straps binding his wrists. His massive balls, heavy and full from months of pent-up need, slapped faintly against his thighs with each subtle thrust of his hips.

"Look at him," Vixen muttered, his voice thick with disbelief. "The big guy's about to lose it, and the elf--" He paused, shaking his head as a smirk tugged at his lips. "The elf's begging for it. That little hole's practically sucking him in."

Donder snorted, leaning forward slightly. "Desperate. Both of them. It's pathetic--and hot as hell."

"Knock it off," Dasher barked, his tone sharp as he glanced at the others. "You know the rules. Santa said no more fucking elves. We can't keep leaving them in traction."

Blitzen chuckled. "Yeah, it's bad for productivity when they can't walk."

Dasher folded his arms. "Exactly. Their work season starts again tomorrow, and the toys have to be made for all the good little boys and girls."

Comet groaned at that, his golden-brown eyes narrowing as he glared at Dasher. "Shut up," he growled, his voice low and strained. Gabe's laugh was breathless, his cheeks flushed as he pressed down harder, letting the slick head of Comet's cock press firmly against his hole. The wet, obscene kissing sound echoed through the lodge, making Gabe shudder as the pressure sent jolts of pleasure up his spine.

"You want it so bad, don't you?" Gabe murmured, his voice sultry as he leaned forward, his hands braced against Comet's broad chest. He shifted his hips, rolling them in slow circles, letting the thick head tease his rim without ever fully breaching it. "You want to shove it inside me, stretch me open until I'm screaming your name."

Comet's body tensed, his cock throbbing violently as another thick bead of precum dripped down the shaft, pooling at the base near his swollen balls.

"Fuck," Vixen whispered, his eyes glued to the scene. "He's really trying to take it. Look at that tiny little ass--it's never going to fit."

"That's what makes it so fucking hot," Donder replied, licking his lips.

Gabe's grinding became more aggressive, his movements deliberate as he bounced lightly, letting the tip of Comet's cock press just a fraction deeper with each motion. His own diminutive elf cock twitched uselessly between his legs, the size barely noticeable compared to the massive reindeer beneath him.

"Look at you," Gabe murmured, glancing back over his shoulder. "The big, stoic Comet, falling apart because of a little elf ass. What would Santa think?"

Comet's growl deepened, his hips jerking despite the restraints as his composure slipped further.

"Gabe," Comet growled, his voice raw and strained. "Stop. I'm--fuck--I'm too close."

Gabe smirked, leaning forward to whisper, "Then give it to me. Show everyone what happens when the big guy loses control."

"Gabe," Comet growled, his voice low and strained. "Stop. Don't--"

"Don't what?" Gabe teased, bouncing harder on the reindeer's cock. "Don't make you cum in front of everyone? Don't make you admit how badly you want to fuck me? Or don't make you lose control like a desperate little--"

The rest of the sentence was cut off by a roar as Comet's body jerked violently, his cock erupting in thick, powerful streams. The first splattered across Gabe's bare back, soaking his skin, while the second hit his shoulders and dripped down to his sash.

"Holy fuck," Donder muttered, his jaw dropping. "I've never seen him blow like that."

"And so fast," Blitzen added, shaking his head. "The elf fucking destroyed him."

Gabe leaned forward, bracing himself on Comet's chest as he gasped softly, laughing breathlessly. "You didn't just break," he murmured, glancing back at the mess on his back. "You fucking exploded."

Comet didn't respond, his chest heaving as he sagged against the table, his golden eyes half-lidded and dark with lingering lust.

Gabe slid off slowly, his ass brushing against the twitching cock one last time before he unbuckled Comet's wrists. "Good boy," he murmured, his tone teasing as he patted the reindeer's chest and stepped away.

The massive reindeer let out a low grunt, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Keep teasing," he rumbled, his voice thick and heavy. "You're going to regret it."

The lodge was quieter now, the tension still palpable as Cupid stepped forward hesitantly. His pale coat glowed softly in the firelight, and his blue eyes flicked toward Gabe, who stood beside the table adjusting his sash. Gabe's pants were still pooled around his ankles, his bare ass exposed and faintly twitching, the aftermath of Comet's earlier meltdown lingering in the air. Comet, seated near the back, was stroking his massive cock lazily, his golden eyes still glued to Gabe's exposed hole.

"Alright," Gabe said, his voice teasing but carrying a hint of exhaustion. "Last one up. Let's see if you can do better than your big friend over there."

Cupid climbed onto the table, his smaller frame moving with quiet determination as he stretched his arms above his head. Gabe straddled him, wrapping the leather belt tightly around his wrists and fastening it securely to the edge of the table.

"I've never been to these games before," Gabe admitted, leaning forward slightly. "But you all seem pretty predictable. I mean, Comet fell apart faster than I thought anyone could. Let's see if you can last longer than that."

Cupid flushed slightly, his cock twitching against his stomach, the thick, slightly curved length already slick with precum.

"Don't count on it," Vixen muttered from the side, smirking. "Cupid never lasts long. He's a soft touch."

Donder snorted. "He's doing better than Comet already. That big guy went down faster than Santa in a chimney."

The group laughed, and Gabe smirked faintly, though his focus seemed to drift as he leaned down, brushing his lips against Cupid's chest. He kissed softly at first, his tongue flicking over the reindeer's fur before finding a sensitive nipple.

"You're sweet," Gabe murmured, his voice low as he sucked gently, his teeth grazing the nub. Cupid groaned softly, his hips shifting as Gabe's small hands slid down to wrap around his cock.

"You like that?" Gabe murmured, glancing up briefly before trailing his tongue lower, leaving a wet streak down Cupid's chest and stomach.

Cupid's breath hitched, his hips jerking slightly against the restraints. "Y-yeah..."

"Looks like he's holding out longer than usual," Dasher commented, his voice tinged with amusement.

"That's only because Gabe's distracted," Prancer interjected, crossing his arms. "It's not fair! He's not even giving it his all."

Blitzen rolled his eyes, stepping up behind Prancer. "Fair?" he muttered, leaning in close. "Try this."

Before Prancer could respond, Blitzen shoved a finger up the younger reindeer's ass, his aim precise as he pressed directly against his prostate.

Prancer yelped, his knees buckling as his cock twitched violently. "F-fuck!" he cried, his voice breaking into a desperate whimper.

Donder chuckled, shaking his head. "You were never going to last, bottom boy," he teased. "We all know how to push your buttons."

Blitzen grinned wickedly, nudging Prancer's prostate again and earning another whimper. "You're just jealous the elf didn't pick you," he said, his tone smug.

Meanwhile, Gabe continued to work Cupid over, his lips wrapping around the head of the reindeer's cock as his hand stroked the base. His tongue flicked lazily over the sensitive slit, collecting a bead of precum as Cupid let out a shaky groan.

"Doing better than I expected," Gabe murmured, his words slightly absent as his focus wavered again. His small hands cupped Cupid's balls, rolling them gently as he sucked lightly at the tip, his movements sensual but unhurried.

"You can tell he's still thinking about Comet," Vixen muttered, nodding toward Gabe.

Donder snickered. "Yeah. That elf's brain is still stuck on trying to take the big guy's cock."

Cupid's breaths quickened, his thighs trembling beneath Gabe as his composure began to slip. "G-Gabe," he whimpered, his voice soft but trembling.

Gabe looked up, his attention snapping back as he grinned. "That's it," he murmured, his lips gliding back down the shaft. "Let it all out. Show me what you've got."

With a choked moan, Cupid's body tensed, his cock jerking violently as thick streams of cum erupted from the tip. The first splattered across Gabe's chest, the rest dripping down his fingers as Cupid shuddered beneath him, his breath coming in soft, desperate gasps. Gabe pulled back slowly, licking a streak of cum from his lips before untying Cupid's wrists. "Not bad, Cupid," he said, patting the reindeer's chest. "Third place, huh? I guess you're full of surprises."

Cupid flushed deeply, avoiding Gabe's gaze as he climbed off the table, his legs shaky but steady enough to carry him back to the group.

Blitzen smirked, crossing his arms as he glanced at Prancer. "Looks like you're still stuck in last place, pup."

"Shut up," Prancer muttered, his face flushed as he swatted Blitzen's hand away from his still-twitching ass.

Gabe adjusted his sash, still slightly sticky and flushed from Cupid's turn, as he stepped back into the centre of the room. He spun the medals dramatically, their golden ribbons catching the firelight, and grinned at the lineup of reindeer.

"Well, that was one hell of a round," Gabe announced, his voice playful. "But the results are in, and we've got some clear winners. Let's start with third place--Cupid!"

Cupid blushed as he stepped forward, still unsteady on his legs. Gabe slipped the bronze medal over his antlers and leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "You did better than I expected," Gabe teased. "Sweet and steady. I'm impressed." Cupid mumbled something incoherent, his ears flicking back as he returned to the lineup, his cheeks burning.

"Second place," Gabe continued, his grin widening, "goes to Dasher!"

Dasher strode forward, his chest puffed out as Gabe placed the silver medal over his antlers. But instead of stepping back, Gabe knelt in front of the reindeer, his small hands cupping Dasher's heavy balls.

"Can't leave without giving these a little attention," Gabe murmured, leaning in to drag his tongue along the underside of one orb. Dasher let out a low grunt, his hips twitching slightly as Gabe sucked gently, rolling the weighty ball in his mouth before switching to the other.

The other reindeer chuckled and whistled as Dasher let out a soft growl, his cock twitching visibly. "You're not bad at this," Dasher muttered as Gabe finally pulled back with a grin.

"I aim to please," Gabe replied cheekily, standing and giving the reindeer's chest a playful pat.

"And finally," Gabe announced, spinning the gold medal in his hand, "our winner--Donder!"

The room erupted in applause and laughter as Donder stepped forward, his smirk wide and confident. Gabe placed the medal around his antlers, but instead of stepping back, he dropped to his knees again, this time wrapping his small hand around Donder's still-hard cock.

"First place gets a little extra," Gabe murmured, licking his lips before leaning in.

Donder let out a sharp inhale as Gabe's tongue swirled around the sensitive head, collecting a bead of precum before taking him deeper. The elf's lips slid down the shaft, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked gently, earning a low groan from the reindeer.

"Fuck," Donder muttered, his fingers twitching as he resisted the urge to grab Gabe's head. "You really know how to treat a winner."

The other reindeer hooted and whistled, their laughter filling the lodge as Gabe pulled back with a wet pop, licking his lips. "You earned it," Gabe said with a grin, standing and giving Donder a playful wink. As he turned to leave, Comet cleared his throat loudly. Gabe glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Something to say, big guy?"

Comet smirked, his hand lazily stroking his cock. "You forgot me, elf. Last or not, I'm still owed something for giving you the time of your life earlier."

The lodge erupted into laughter, and Gabe rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Alright, alright," he said, walking over to Comet. "You want attention? You've got it."

Dropping to his knees again, Gabe leaned in and nuzzled against Comet's heavy balls, his tongue flicking out to lick along the soft, furred skin. Comet groaned deeply, his hips twitching as Gabe sucked one into his mouth, rolling it slowly with his tongue before moving to the other.

"You happy now?" Gabe teased as he stood, wiping his lips.

Comet smirked, his golden eyes gleaming. "For now."

Game Five: The Ass Endurance Challenge

The fire crackled warmly, casting flickering shadows across the room as Gabe stood by the table, holding a small jar of Slick Paw™ in one hand. His grin was playful, but the glint in his eyes promised mischief. "Alright, boys," he began, his voice carrying over the murmurs of anticipation. "This round's all about endurance--but not the kind you're used to." He held up the jar, letting the light catch the shimmering contents. "I'm about to get up close and personal with all of you. Let's see who can take it without losing their load."

The reindeer exchanged glances, some smirking, others shifting nervously. Gabe gestured toward the table. "Donder, you're up first.

Donder stepped forward confidently, his chest puffed out as he approached the table. He shot a glance at the others, his smirk widening. "Watch and learn," he said, his tone cocky as he climbed on and bent over, his tail flicking lazily.

Gabe raised an eyebrow, setting the jar of lube down as he slipped on a small glove. "Confident, are we?" he teased, his hands gripping Donder's firm cheeks and spreading them apart. The reindeer's dark, twitching hole clenched at the sudden exposure, and Gabe chuckled softly. "You look ready for this," Gabe said, slicking up his fingers. He pressed one finger against the rim, circling it slowly before slipping inside.

Donder let out a low groan, his fingers curling against the edge of the table as Gabe began to move. "Not bad," Donder muttered, his voice strained. "You've got good hands for an elf."

"Better than good," Gabe replied, curling his finger to press against Donder's prostate. The reaction was immediate--a sharp inhale as Donder's hips jerked slightly.

"Fuck," Donder muttered under his breath, his cock twitching visibly beneath him as Gabe added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him further.

The others watched intently, their eyes glued to the way Donder's body trembled under Gabe's precise touch. "You're holding on pretty well," Gabe murmured, twisting his fingers. "Let's see how long that lasts." Donder gritted his teeth, a low moan escaping his lips as his composure cracked slightly. Still, he managed to hold out until time was called, though his legs were trembling by the end. Gabe stood, wiping his hands with a smirk. "Not bad," he said, patting Donder's hip. "Next!"

Blitzen gave Donder a knowing smirk as he approached the table, his movements calm and measured. "Now we will see who the better twin is," he said, bending over and flicking his tail teasingly, "revenge is mine."

Gabe chuckled as he slipped on a fresh glove. "Guess we'll find out," he replied, applying lube to his fingers before spreading Blitzen's cheeks.

Blitzen's body tensed slightly at the first touch, but he relaxed quickly as Gabe's finger pressed into him, stretching him gently. "You're better at this than I thought," Blitzen muttered, his voice calm but with a faint edge of tension.

"Better than Donder?" Gabe teased, curling his finger to press against the sensitive spot inside.

Blitzen inhaled sharply, his cock twitching as a bead of precum formed at the tip. "You'll have to work harder than that to break me," he said, though his breaths were growing heavier.

Gabe smirked, adding a second finger and twisting them slightly. "We'll see," he murmured, his movements steady and precise. Blitzen held firm, though his thighs trembled faintly as Gabe continued. When time was called, he stood with a smirk, returning to the lineup with his composure mostly intact.

"Show-off," Donder muttered as Blitzen passed him.

Vixen approached the table next with a wide grin, his cock already hard and twitching. "You better bring your A-game, elf," he teased, bending over and shaking his ass slightly.

Gabe rolled his eyes but smirked as he slicked up his fingers. "You're all talk," he muttered, pressing a finger against Vixen's rim.

The reindeer groaned softly as Gabe worked the finger inside, his hips pushing back slightly. "Fuck, that's good," Vixen muttered, his cock jerking as Gabe added a second finger and began to stretch him.

"You like that?" Gabe asked, twisting his fingers to press against the sensitive spot inside.

"Hell yes," Vixen replied, his breaths quickening as his legs trembled. Despite his loud confidence, Vixen's moans grew softer as he focused on holding himself together, his composure wavering but ultimately intact by the time Gabe finished.

When it was his turn, Dasher stepped forward reluctantly, his ears flicking nervously. "This isn't really my thing," he muttered, climbing onto the table and bending over.

"Relax," Gabe said, his voice softer now. "I'll be gentle." The elf started slow, pressing a slicked-up finger against Dasher's tight rim. The reindeer tensed immediately, his breaths shallow as Gabe worked the finger in carefully. Dasher groaned softly, but it was clear he wasn't comfortable. His muscles stayed tight, and his cock remained soft as Gabe tried to press deeper.

"Not worth it," Dasher muttered finally, shaking his head as he pulled away. He waved a hand dismissively, his cheeks burning as he climbed off the table. The others jeered as Dasher returned to the lineup, his tail flicking irritably.

Cupid stepped forward next with a soft, shy smile, his cheeks flushed as he approached the table. Despite his reserved demeanour, there was a quiet confidence in his movements as he bent over, gripping the edge of the table. His pale coat gleamed in the firelight, and his tail swished nervously to one side, exposing his well-kept, lightly twitching hole. Gabe's eyes softened as he dipped his gloved fingers into more Slick Paw™ and slipped on a fresh glove. "You've got this, lover boy," he murmured, his tone gentle but encouraging. "Relax for me."

Cupid inhaled deeply, nodding as Gabe slicked up his fingers. The elf started slow, pressing one finger against Cupid's entrance and circling it gently before slipping it inside. Cupid let out a soft gasp, his back arching as he adjusted easily to the intrusion. "Good boy," Gabe said softly, curling his finger to press against the reindeer's prostate. Cupid moaned quietly, his breaths coming faster as a small bead of precum formed at the tip of his cock.

"Shit," Vixen muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched. "Look at him. He's taking it so well."

"That's Cupid for you," Dancer said, nodding approvingly. "Affectionate, but he knows what he's doing."

Gabe added a second finger, scissoring them gently as Cupid's body opened up to him. The reindeer's moans grew louder, his cock jerking slightly, but he maintained a surprising composure. "You're good at this," Gabe murmured, twisting his fingers to press against the sensitive spot again.

Cupid let out a breathy whimper, his legs trembling slightly. "I just... I love the way it feels when someone's inside me," he admitted, his voice soft but thick with warmth. "There's something about that connection--feeling so full, knowing I'm giving them pleasure--it's just... perfect." His words trailed off into another whimper as he clenched involuntarily, milking Gabe's fingers as if to emphasise his point.

The others exchanged knowing glances, murmuring their agreement as Cupid's hips shifted subtly, pressing back against Gabe's hand.

"Don't let him fool you," Blitzen said, grinning. "He's sweet, but he loves every second of this."

Gabe smirked, his fingers sinking deeper as Cupid let out a soft, hitching moan. "You're holding on so well," he teased, curling his fingers just right. "But let's see how much more you can take, lover boy."

Cupid whimpered, his thighs trembling as his slick entrance clenched tightly around Gabe's skilled fingers. "I-I want to take it all," he breathed, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and need. His tail swished nervously, exposing the way his rim twitched and clenched around the intrusion, as though begging for more.

Gabe's teasing smirk faltered slightly, his focus narrowing on the sheer passion radiating off Cupid. "Sweet Frost," he muttered, his voice softer now, almost mesmerised. His fingers pushed deeper, brushing a spot that made Cupid cry out, his back arching beautifully. Gabe's teasing smirk faltered slightly, his focus narrowing on the sheer passion radiating off Cupid. "Snow-dusted stars," he muttered, his voice softer now, almost mesmerised. His fingers pushed deeper, brushing a spot that made Cupid cry out, his back arching beautifully.

"I love this," Cupid admitted breathlessly, his cock twitching violently as precum pooled beneath him. "The way you fill me... the way it feels to let go completely... I just want to give you everything, Gabe." The words left Gabe momentarily speechless, his movements slowing as Cupid clenched down on his fingers with an intensity that left no doubt about the sincerity of his desire. The sweet reindeer's sheer enthusiasm, his genuine passion, was disarming.

Cupid's moans grew louder, his composure slipping with each thrust of Gabe's fingers. His cock throbbed, the steady drip of precum becoming a torrent. With a broken, breathy cry, his body tensed, and his cock erupted, thick streams splattering across the table in messy, glistening ropes.

Gabe pulled his fingers out slowly, patting Cupid's hip with a gentle smile.

"Dash it all," Gabe muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the shimmering mess Cupid had left behind. Slowly, he pulled his fingers free, his hand lingering on Cupid's trembling hip. Without thinking, he dipped a finger into the warm, sticky release and brought it to his lips.

He licked it tentatively, his brow lifting in surprise. "By the northern lights," he murmured, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "As sweet as you are, lover boy."

Cupid's cheeks flushed, his soft, shy smile returning as he leaned into Gabe's touch. "I just wanted to make you feel good," he whispered, his tail flicking playfully as he glanced down at the mess on the table.

"You did great," he said, helping the reindeer to his feet.

Cupid flushed deeply, his eyes flicking to Gabe with a shy smile. "Thanks," he murmured softly, returning to the lineup with his legs still slightly shaky. The others clapped and cheered lightly as Cupid passed, his quiet but impressive performance earning him a respectful nod from the group.

Next, Comet stepped forward silently, his broad frame moving with a calm confidence that belied the storm of anticipation in the room. His golden eyes locked briefly with Gabe's before he turned, bending over the table with deliberate slowness. His tail flicked to the side, revealing his powerful thighs, heavy balls, and a tight, twitching pucker that made Gabe's mouth water. The elf stared, his breath hitching as he took in the sight. "Sweet Frost," Gabe muttered, his voice trembling. He crouched down, his face inches from Comet's hole, and took a deep inhale. The earthy, musky scent hit him like a drug, and he swayed slightly, licking his lips.

"Did he just sniff his butthole?" Vixen asked, leaning toward Donder, his voice incredulous.

"Oh, he sniffed," Donder replied, grinning. "He's fucking obsessed."

Comet shifted slightly, his cock twitching beneath him as he glanced over his shoulder. "You done back there, elf?" he rumbled, his voice low and teasing.

Gabe didn't answer, his hands already gripping Comet's ass and spreading it wide. "Fuck, you're perfect," he whispered, his words more to himself than anyone else. His tongue darted out, flicking over the rim, and he groaned softly, his head pressing closer as he licked and swirled around the sensitive ring. "Oh, gods," Gabe moaned, his voice muffled. "You taste... you taste so fucking good."

Comet let out a low groan, his fingers curling against the table's edge. "Shit," he muttered, his hips jerking slightly. "Gabe--what the fuck are you doing to me?"

"What he's trying to do," Vixen called out, smirking, "is stick his whole damn head up your backdoor." The others burst into laughter, their eyes fixed on Gabe, who was now fully burying his face between Comet's cheeks. The elf's tongue worked with feral intensity, his lips dragging wetly over the rim as he sucked and licked with abandon.

"Look at him," Donder said, shaking his head. "He's fucking starving for it."

Blitzen leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, his smirk widening. "That's not rimming--that's a goddamn meal."

Gabe pulled back briefly, his lips glistening as he panted, his cheeks flushed. "You're goddamn right it's a meal," he shot back, grinning wickedly. "And I'm not done yet." He dove back in, his tongue pressing deep into Comet's hole as he moaned against the reindeer's flesh. "Fuck," Gabe murmured, his words muffled but audible. "You're so fucking tight. I could eat you all night."

Comet groaned louder this time, his composure cracking as his hips pushed back against Gabe's face. "Shit--fuck," he growled, his voice ragged. "Keep going--don't fucking stop."

The others exchanged glances, their eyes wide as they watched the normally stoic Comet fall apart.

"Did Comet just beg?" Cupid whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Sounds like it," Donder replied, grinning. "Guess even the big guy's got a weak spot."

Gabe's hands kneaded Comet's cheeks, spreading him even wider as his tongue worked deeper. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, punctuated by Gabe's soft moans and Comet's deep groans. "You taste like fucking heaven," Gabe murmured, his voice thick with lust as he pressed his lips against the rim, sucking gently before flicking his tongue back inside. "I could stay here forever. Just eating you. Worshipping you."

"Fuck, Gabe," Comet muttered, his cock twitching violently beneath him. His breaths were ragged now, each one accompanied by a low moan that grew louder as Gabe's assault continued.

Dasher crossed his arms, his ears flicking. "Santa's gonna have words with that elf after this," he muttered. "I mean, elves licking ass? That's a new one for the reindeer games."

"Yeah," Blitzen added, smirking. "But I don't think Comet's complaining."

Gabe pulled back briefly, his face flushed and slick as he glanced over his shoulder. "Complain?" he said, grinning. "I think he's about to fucking explode."

Comet growled in response, his voice low and trembling. "Shut up and keep going," he ordered, his hips jerking back again.

Gabe's grin widened as he dove back in, his tongue curling and pressing against Comet's prostate through the thin wall of muscle. Comet let out a sharp gasp, his body trembling violently. "Fuck--fuck--I'm gonna--" his voice cracked as his cock erupted, thick streams of cum splattering across the table and pooling beneath him. His entire body shook as the orgasm tore through him, his groans deep and guttural.

Gabe pulled back slowly, his lips and chin glistening as he licked his own face. "Gods," he murmured, his voice breathless. "You're fucking delicious."

Comet sagged against the table, his chest heaving as he glanced over his shoulder. "You're insane," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"And you loved it," Gabe replied, winking as he stood and patted Comet's hip. The room erupted into laughter and applause, the tension breaking as Comet returned to the lineup, his legs shaky but steady enough to carry him back.

Prancer nearly sprinted to the table when it was finally his turn, his cock bouncing and leaking precum with every step. His tail flicked furiously as he climbed on, spreading his legs and pressing his chest to the padded surface. He arched his back dramatically, presenting his pert, twitching hole to the room. "Finally!" Prancer exclaimed, his voice high and breathy. "This is what I've been waiting for all fucking night!"

"Holy shit, look at him," Vixen said, shaking his head with a grin. "The little slut's already halfway there, and Gabe hasn't even started."

"He's been dripping since Round One," Blitzen added, smirking. "Might as well give him the medal now."

"Don't jinx it," Donder replied, crossing his arms. "Let's see if he can actually handle it."

Gabe chuckled softly, walking up behind Prancer with a small toy in one hand and a slick coating of lube glistening on his fingers. "You've been so patient, haven't you?" he teased, running his free hand over Prancer's soft cheeks. "Well, let's see if you can back up all that talk."

Prancer let out a whimper, his hips wiggling as he pushed back against Gabe's hand. "I can take it," he said, his voice trembling with excitement. "Give me everything, Gabe. Fucking wreck me!" The room burst into laughter, but Gabe was already focused, his slick fingers sliding between Prancer's cheeks to press gently against the tight ring of muscle. The younger reindeer let out a sharp moan as the first finger slipped inside, his body clenching eagerly around it.

"Fuck, yes!" Prancer cried, his voice loud and unabashed. "More! Don't hold back!"

"Gods," Cupid muttered, his cheeks flushing as he watched. "He's really into it."

"You think?" Donder replied, grinning. "Look at him--he's fucking built for this."

Gabe smirked, curling his finger to press against Prancer's prostate. The reaction was immediate: Prancer let out a loud, desperate moan, his hips bucking against the table as his cock twitched violently. "Good boy," Gabe murmured, adding a second finger and stretching him carefully. "You're so tight, but you take it so well. I bet you've been dreaming about this all week."

"All week?" Dancer chimed in, laughing. "Try all year. Sweet yuletide kingdom, this is his own personal holiday."

Prancer's whines turned into loud cries as Gabe twisted his fingers, scissoring them gently before pressing deeper. "Yes!" he shouted, his head tipping back as his legs trembled. "More! Fucking more!"

"You're going to blow," Blitzen said, shaking his head. "One toy and he's done."

Gabe grinned, picking up the small plug from the table. "Let's find out," he said, easing his fingers out and replacing them with the slick toy. The tip pressed against Prancer's hole before sliding inside with ease, earning a sharp gasp from the reindeer.

"F-fuck!" Prancer moaned, his voice cracking as the plug stretched him. "So good--so fucking good!"

Gabe worked the toy carefully, twisting and pressing it in deeper as Prancer whined loudly, his hips jerking against the table. The plug nestled snugly against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through the younger reindeer's trembling body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Prancer cried, grinding back eagerly. His cock was twitching, leaking a steady stream of precum, but it still wasn't enough for him. "More! Give me more, Gabe!"

"More?" Gabe teased, twisting the toy slightly to press it harder against the sensitive spot. "You've already got a toy in you, and you're still this desperate?"

"Stop teasing him," Vixen chimed in, sneering. "The little butt slut's been begging all night. Just give him what he wants!"

Prancer moaned loudly at the comment, his head dropping to the table as he arched his back. "Damn right I'm a butt slut," he shouted breathlessly. "Now stop playing around and give me something big!"

Gabe paused, pulling the toy back slightly as he raised an eyebrow. "Something big, huh? Sorry to break it to you, but this is the biggest I've got."

Prancer groaned in frustration, his hips wiggling as he glanced back over his shoulder. "Then use your fist," he said, his voice trembling with excitement. "I can take it!"

The room went silent for a moment, the other reindeer exchanging wide-eyed glances.

"Wait, wait, wait," Donder said, holding up a hand. "Did he just say...?"

Blitzen burst out laughing. "Oh, he said it. And you know what? I fucking believe him."

Gabe hesitated, his gaze flicking to his own small hands before looking back at Prancer's needy, twitching hole. "You're serious?" he asked, his voice low.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Prancer shot back, grinding his ass against the table. "Fucking do it."

"Well," Gabe said, his grin returning as he dipped his hand into the jar of Slick Paw™, the thick lube glistening in the firelight. "Who am I to say no to a reindeer who knows what he wants?"

He spread the lube generously, letting it coat his fingers and wrist, his movements slow and deliberate, designed to tease. "Let's make sure you're ready for this, Prancer," he murmured, his voice low and rich with anticipation. He flexed his fingers, the lube dripping as he raised his arm, lining it up with a calculated precision that left no doubt about his intention. "See this?" Gabe said, his tone shifting to something almost reverent as he held his arm level with Prancer's quivering hole. "This is all for you. Every centimetre, until you're stretched so full you'll feel me in every breath." Prancer whimpered, his tail twitching as his back arched. His body trembled with anticipation, and his eyes locked onto Gabe's, a mix of excitement and nervousness. The elf chuckled softly, lowering his voice even further. "Relax for me, stud," he whispered, pressing his slicked fingers forward. "We're going to take this one slow... at first."

"Holy shit," Cupid muttered, his cheeks flushing as he watched. "He's actually going to do it."

Gabe started slow, pressing two fingers back inside Prancer's well-stretched hole. The reindeer moaned loudly, his hips bucking as Gabe added a third, then a fourth. The elf twisted his hand carefully, stretching Prancer wider as he worked his way in. "Fuck, yes!" Prancer cried, his voice echoing through the lodge. "Deeper! Give me all of it!"

"Look at him," Vixen said, his tone incredulous. "He's eating it up like a fucking whore."

"Because he is," Dancer replied, shaking his head. "This is his goddamn superpower."

Gabe's hand slid in further, his small fingers curling to press against Prancer's prostate. The younger reindeer let out a guttural moan, his legs trembling violently as his body quivered around the intrusion. "You're taking this so well," Gabe murmured, his voice full of admiration. "Your ass is incredible. Tight, hot, and so fucking greedy."

Prancer whimpered, his voice cracking as Gabe's hand sank deeper. "Don't stop," he begged. "Fuck me harder. Wreck me, Gabe!" The room was in awe as Gabe's hand disappeared entirely, his wrist pressing against Prancer's stretched rim. The younger reindeer let out a broken cry, his head dropping to the table as his cock twitched violently.

"Holy shit," Blitzen said, his eyes wide. "He's actually doing it. The elf's fisting him!"

Prancer bucked against the table, his hips grinding back as Gabe moved his hand carefully, pressing and twisting to hit every sensitive spot inside him. "You feel that?" Gabe asked, his voice low and teasing. "Feel how deep I am inside you? How I'm filling you up like you wanted?"

"Yes!" Prancer screamed, his voice raw. "You're perfect! Don't stop--don't fucking stop!"

"Look at him," Donder said, laughing. "He's fucking gone."

"Lost in the sauce," Vixen agreed, smirking.

Gabe smirked, his arm still buried deep as he leaned down slightly. "You're holding on so well," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. Slowly, he began to withdraw, his movements deliberate and unhurried, each pull drawing a slick, wet sound from Prancer's stretched entrance.

Prancer whimpered, his stretched hole twitching and gaping as Gabe's arm slid free, leaving him trembling and desperate. The young reindeer's tail flicked weakly, and his voice broke into a needy whine. "P-please..." he stammered, his hips shifting back as though begging for more.

Gabe chuckled, his grin widening as he turned to the jar of Slick Paw™ on the table. "Patience, stud," he said, dipping his hand into the lube and letting it coat his forearm in a thick, glistening layer. The shimmering slick caught the firelight as he flexed his fingers, the sound of the lube squelching between them making the room grow quiet. The other reindeer stared in awe, their eyes locked on the way Prancer's body trembled in anticipation. Gabe's voice dropped to a growl as he pressed forward. "Let's see just how much more you can take."

With deliberate force, Gabe plunged back in, his arm disappearing centimetre by centimetre until he was buried up to his elbow. Prancer cried out, his back arching beautifully as his rim clenched around the invading limb. "Fuck, you take it so well," Gabe growled, his voice rich with admiration. His movements became bolder, twisting his arm slightly as Prancer cried out, his body arching to meet each push. "That's it, stud--show them how much you love this." Prancer whimpered beneath him, his body trembling in anticipation as Gabe slowly pushed his arm in, inch by inch, until his elbow pressed against the stretched rim. The reindeer's cries echoed in the room, and Gabe pulled back just as deliberately, letting the slick sound fill the air before thrusting forward again. "Look at you," Gabe said, his grin widening as he plunged deeper a second time, his arm twisting slightly to push against Prancer's sweet spot. "Taking it like you were made for this."

The other reindeer murmured amongst themselves, their eyes wide as they watched Prancer's body writhe and shudder with every thrust of Gabe's arm. A third push left the young reindeer gasping, his cock twitching violently as he clung to the table, his cries raw and desperate. Gabe leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing growl. "Cum for me, stud," he whispered, twisting his fist just enough to grind against Prancer's prostate. "Show everyone how much you love this."

Prancer's response was immediate and overwhelming. His loud, desperate cries filled the room as his cock jerked violently, thick ropes of cum erupting across the table. His body trembled uncontrollably, clenching around Gabe's hand as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him.

"Holy shit," Cupid said, his voice soft with awe. "He really is the king of bottoms."

"Told you," Blitzen replied, smirking. "Nobody does it better."

The room erupted into cheers and laughter as Prancer collapsed, panting heavily, his body trembling with aftershocks. Gabe slid his hand out carefully, wiping it on a towel as he grinned at the dazed reindeer. "Well," Gabe said, standing and addressing the group. "I think it's safe to say we have a winner."

Prancer lifted his head weakly, his smile wide despite his exhaustion. "Damn right," he mumbled, his voice hoarse. "I told you--nobody beats me at this."

"Yeah, we've all noticed how much you love taking it up the ass," Vixen muttered from the side, his tone sharp. His smirk didn't reach his eyes, and the subtle bite in his words made the laughter falter for a moment.

Prancer's ears flicked, but he didn't rise to the comment. Instead, he shot Vixen a smug look. "Jealous, Vixen? You couldn't handle what I can."

The lodge was filled with laughter and cheers as Gabe adjusted his sash, his face still flushed and his hands sticky from Prancer's explosive finish. He grinned as he stepped into the centre of the room, holding the medals aloft. "Well, that was one for the books," Gabe said, his voice playful but hoarse from the night's exertions. "You all gave it your best, but there can only be three winners. Let's get this ceremony started!" He turned toward the lineup, his eyes settling on Cupid first. "Third place goes to our quiet but surprisingly sturdy competitor--Cupid!"

Cupid flushed as he stepped forward, his blue eyes wide and shy. Gabe placed the bronze medal around his antlers and leaned up to press a soft kiss to the reindeer's cheek. Cupid's ears flicked nervously as he stammered a quiet, "Thank you," before retreating to the lineup.

"Second place," Gabe continued, his grin widening, "goes to the always elegant and composed... Dancer!" Dancer strode forward confidently, his tail swishing as he bent slightly to allow Gabe to slip the silver medal over his antlers. Instead of a cheek kiss, Gabe cupped Dancer's chin gently and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, earning a soft gasp from the reindeer. "Consider that a bonus for second place," Gabe teased, stepping back with a wink. Dancer smirked, his cheeks faintly flushed as he returned to the lineup.

"And now," Gabe announced dramatically, spinning the gold medal in his hand, "the champion of the night--the reindeer with the greediest ass and the biggest finish... Prancer!" The room erupted into applause and whistles as Prancer stepped forward, his tail flicking furiously and his chest puffed out with pride. Gabe placed the gold medal around his antlers, but before Prancer could step back, the elf motioned for him to stay put. "Hold on," Gabe said, his grin turning wicked. "You don't get off that easy. You're the bottom king, right? Let's give that greedy ass of yours the attention it deserves."

Prancer's ears perked up, his grin widening as he bent over without hesitation, presenting his pert, still-twitching ass to the room. "Damn right," he said, wiggling his hips. "Give me your best, Gabe!"

Gabe chuckled, stepping behind him and raising his hand. The first smack landed with a sharp crack, making Prancer yelp loudly. "Count them!" Gabe commanded, his tone teasing but firm.

"One!" Prancer shouted, his voice high and eager.

The next smack was harder, leaving a faint red mark on Prancer's cheek.

"Two!" he cried, his tail flicking wildly.

The room watched in awe and amusement as Gabe delivered each smack, his hand leaving matching red prints on both of Prancer's cheeks. By the time he reached ten, Prancer was panting, his cock dripping steadily onto the floor. "And ten!" Prancer moaned, his head dropping as he wiggled his ass one last time. "Gods, Gabe. That was perfect."

The room erupted into laughter and applause as Gabe patted Prancer's hip and helped him back to his feet. "Wear that medal proudly," Gabe said with a grin. "You earned every damn bit of it." Prancer beamed, his chest heaving as he returned to the lineup, his tail still wagging furiously.

Game Six: The Reindeer Relay

The lodge buzzed with anticipation as Gabe set up the course, marking the path with glowing baubles and positioning checkpoints at key points around the room. The reindeer stood in a loose line, watching him with varying levels of curiosity and excitement. "Alright, boys," Gabe announced, brushing his hands together as he finished. "This last one's all about speed, stamina, and staying focused. You'll carry me on your back, stop at the checkpoints for a little... encouragement, and see who can finish the course the fastest while keeping their composure."

Prancer practically bounced on his hooves, his tail flicking wildly. "I'm going first!" he declared, stepping forward eagerly. The others exchanged glances, amused by the younger reindeer's enthusiasm.

"You'll be setting the bar," Vixen teased, smirking. "Better make it good." The room buzzed with energy as Gabe set up the relay course, but the tension between Prancer and Vixen was impossible to ignore. Vixen, leaning lazily against the table with his trademark smirk, zeroed in on Prancer with a glint in his eye. "You're up first, huh?" Vixen teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Try not to embarrass yourself, pup. I know it's hard for you."

Prancer's tail snapped like a whip, his ears flattening against his head as he turned to glare at the older reindeer. "What the fuck is your problem, Vixen?" he snapped, taking a step forward. "You've been riding my ass all goddamn season, and I'm fucking sick of it!"

"Oh, come on," Vixen replied smoothly, his grin widening. "If you're gonna make it that easy, I'm obviously gonna keep riding you. It's too much fun."

Prancer's nostrils flared, his chest heaving as he stepped even closer, their antlers nearly touching. "You know what, fuck this shit! Dasher," Prancer said sharply, not breaking eye contact with Vixen. "Can I please be paired with someone else next year? I can't fucking stand this asshole!"

Before Dasher could respond, Vixen's smirk turned venomous. "Oh, cry me a river, pup," he sneered. "You think anyone else wants to deal with your whiny, needy little ass? Face it--you're stuck with me because no one else can put up with you."

That was the last straw. Prancer lunged forward, their antlers colliding with a loud, resounding crack that echoed through the lodge. The group gasped as the two reindeer locked antlers, their powerful bodies straining against each other. Prancer shoved with all his might, his muscles trembling with effort.

"Take it back!" Prancer growled, his voice raw with anger. "Take it fucking back!"

Vixen grinned, clearly enjoying himself even as he pushed back just as hard. "Make me, pup," he taunted, his golden eyes gleaming. "Let's see what you've got." The clash grew more intense, their hooves scraping against the wooden floor as they grappled for dominance.

"Knock it off, you two!" Dasher barked, stepping forward to intervene, but neither reindeer listened.

"Seriously, enough!" Dancer shouted, inserting himself between them and using his antlers to pry them apart. "Gods, you're both ridiculous," Dancer said sharply, stepping back once they were separated. "Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd think Vixen has a crush on Prancer."

The lodge went silent for a beat before erupting into laughter.

"What the fuck?!" Vixen snapped, his ears flattening as his face flushed under his dark coat. "I do not have a crush on him!"

"Sure, you don't," Donder said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's why you can't keep his name out of your mouth."

Blitzen grinned, leaning toward his twin. "He wishes he couldn't keep his dick out of his mouth. He's practically obsessed with him."

"I am not obsessed!" Vixen barked, his tail flicking furiously.

"And now he's blushing," Donder added with a snicker.

"Alright, that's enough," Dasher said firmly, stepping between the group and shooting them all a warning glare. "We've got a game to run, so let's focus. Prancer, you're up. Get it together."

Prancer huffed, his nostrils flaring as he turned toward the course. "Fine," he muttered, his tone icy. He shot Vixen a glare over his shoulder, his tail flicking defiantly. "Watch me, asshole. I'm about to show you how it's done." The room quieted as Gabe climbed onto Prancer's back, and the game began.

Prancer stood at the starting line, his chest heaving from the earlier scuffle. The lodge's warm glow was broken only by the flickering light of the baubles marking the relay path. The course wound through the room, weaving between the massive, evergreen-decked support beams, under the giant oak table, and up a short ramp near the hearth before finishing in front of the group. The checkpoints gleamed in the firelight--small platforms with just enough space for Gabe to step down and "reward" the reindeer's progress. Plush rugs and cushions lined the track, ensuring no one slipped as they galloped along the polished wooden floors. The scent of pine and cinnamon from the holiday decorations filled the air, mixing with the sharper musk of the reindeer as the night went on. Gabe adjusted his sash, his face alight with anticipation as he beckoned Prancer forward. "Come on, champ," he said, his tone light and teasing. "Let's see what you've got."

Prancer took a deep breath, shooting a final glare at Vixen. "Make sure you're watching me, asshole. The view from behind is all you're ever going to see from now on," he muttered, his tail flicking sharply as he crouched to let Gabe climb on.

Gabe settled onto his back, his legs straddling Prancer's hips. The elf's weight was barely noticeable, but the heat of his body pressed against Prancer's back sent an involuntary shiver through the younger reindeer. "Ready when you are," Gabe said softly, leaning close enough for Prancer to feel his breath against his ear. Prancer launched forward with a burst of energy, his hooves striking the floor with sharp, rhythmic clatters as he weaved between the glowing baubles marking the path. Gabe leaned forward slightly, gripping Prancer's shoulders for balance as the reindeer rounded the first corner. The first checkpoint was nestled near a massive garland-draped beam. Prancer slowed to a halt, panting lightly as Gabe slid off his back. "Good start," the elf said, reaching out to stroke the reindeer's cheek before trailing his hand down to his chest. "But let's see if I can distract you a little."

Prancer moaned softly as Gabe's hands moved lower, brushing over his belly before cupping his cock. "F-fuck," Prancer stammered, his legs trembling as Gabe's fingers stroked him slowly. "That's... not fair."

"Life's not fair, pup," Gabe teased, his grin wicked as he tightened his grip. "Now get back on track."

Prancer groaned as Gabe climbed back onto his back, his cock twitching as he bolted toward the next section of the course. The second stretch was tighter, forcing Prancer to duck under the edge of the long dining table, its polished surface gleaming in the firelight. The low clearance made it difficult for Gabe to stay balanced, and his hands clung tightly to Prancer's shoulders. "You're doing great," Gabe murmured, his voice soft and teasing. "But you're so tense. Relax a little."

"Easy for you to say," Prancer shot back, his breath coming faster.

The second checkpoint loomed just past the table--a small dais covered in soft cushions. Prancer skidded to a halt, panting heavily as Gabe slid off his back once more. "Let's loosen you up a bit," Gabe said, kneeling in front of Prancer and gripping his cock. The elf's hands worked deftly, stroking and teasing him with slow, deliberate movements.

"Fuck, Gabe," Prancer moaned, his hips jerking forward. "I... I can't focus like this."

"That's the point," Gabe replied, his grin mischievous as he stepped back. "Now go finish the course." Prancer groaned, his legs shaking as he bolted toward the final stretch.

While Prancer continued tearing through the course with Gabe on his back, Dasher pulled Vixen aside, his sharp gaze locking onto the smug reindeer. His tone was low but carried the weight of frustration. "What the hell is your deal, Vixen?"

Vixen raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance as he leaned lazily against a nearby beam. "My deal?" he said coolly. "I don't have a deal."

"Bullshit," Dasher snapped, his tail flicking sharply behind him. "Prancer wasn't joking when he asked to be paired with someone else. That wasn't some heat-of-the-moment outburst. You've been pushing him too far all season, and you know it."

For a moment, Vixen's confident smirk wavered, but he quickly shrugged it off, brushing Dasher's accusation aside with a wave of his hand. "He's just dramatic," Vixen muttered, his voice quieter but no less defensive. "He'll get over it."

Dasher stepped closer, his imposing frame towering slightly over Vixen as his voice dropped to a near growl. "This isn't about him being dramatic. This is about you acting like an ass every chance you get. Whatever your problem is, you better sort it out--because it's not just him who's sick of it."

Before Vixen could respond, Dancer sauntered over, his elegant stride as composed as ever. He glanced between the two with a skeptical expression, his brow raised in mild amusement. "You're a terrible liar, Vixen," Dancer said flatly, crossing his arms. "If you're into him, there are far more mature ways of showing it than acting like a total dick."

Vixen's ears flicked back, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he quickly averted his gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, his voice tight. His tail flicked furiously, betraying his agitation.

"Sure," Dancer said dryly, his tone laced with sarcasm. "And I'm Santa's favourite."

The twins, Blitzen and Donder, had been eavesdropping nearby and couldn't resist chiming in.

"By the way," Blitzen said, grinning as he nudged his brother, "don't even think about trying to swap us. Twins fly together."

"Forever," Donder added with a laugh, crossing his arms with an air of mock finality.

Vixen shot them an annoyed glare but didn't respond, his ears still pinned back as he fought to regain his composure.

Comet, standing off to the side, let out a heavy sigh, his golden eyes narrowing as he glanced between the bickering group. "Gods," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. "Can't you all act like adults for five fucking minutes?"

Cupid, who had been watching nervously from a few steps away, hesitated before stepping forward. His soft voice broke through the tension like a gentle breeze. "I'll... I'll do whatever is needed," he said, glancing between the group with wide, earnest eyes. "I just don't like the fighting."

The group fell into a brief, awkward silence, the sound of Prancer's hooves clattering in the distance filling the air.

"Just drop it, Dasher," Vixen muttered finally, straightening up and shaking his head. "This isn't a big deal."

Dasher narrowed his eyes but took a step back, his tail flicking sharply. "If it's not a big deal," he said coldly, "then stop acting like a damn idiot and get your shit together."

Dancer sighed, his skepticism giving way to mild exasperation. "He's right, you know. You've got feelings for him--fine. Own it. But this petty shit isn't helping anyone, least of all you."

Vixen huffed, his smirk returning faintly as he brushed past them. "Whatever," he said over his shoulder, his tone feigned indifference. "I've got better things to do."

The others watched him go, Blitzen and Donder exchanging a knowing glance. "He's totally into him," Blitzen said, grinning.

"No doubt," Donder replied with a laugh.

Cupid shifted nervously, his tail flicking lightly as he turned to Dasher. "Do you think they'll ever... you know... work it out?"

Dasher snorted softly, his expression grim. "Not unless Vixen grows the hell up," he muttered, shaking his head.

Dancer chuckled lightly, his tone resigned. "Well, stranger things have happened," he said, glancing toward the course. "But for now, let's just hope Prancer doesn't let this ruin his run."

Prancer rounded the second corner with a sharp pivot, his hooves skidding slightly on the polished wooden floor as he adjusted to the tight turn. Gabe shifted his weight smoothly, leaning forward to help balance the reindeer's momentum. "You're doing great," Gabe murmured, his voice close to Prancer's ear. His hands gripped the younger reindeer's shoulders firmly, sliding down slightly to rest on his chest. "But you seem... distracted. Something on your mind, pup?"

Prancer gritted his teeth, his ears flicking back as he pushed harder, speeding toward the second checkpoint near the lodge's massive hearth. "Just--trying to focus," he panted, his breaths coming in quick bursts.

"Oh, I see," Gabe said, his tone teasing. "Focus. Sure. Let's see how well you can focus when I do this." As they reached the checkpoint, Gabe slid off Prancer's back, landing lightly on the plush rug beneath them. He stepped in front of the reindeer, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached down to stroke Prancer's cock. The slick, precum-dripping length jerked under his touch, earning a loud, unrestrained moan from Prancer.

"F-fuck, Gabe," Prancer stammered, his legs trembling as his hips bucked forward involuntarily.

"Shh," Gabe murmured, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. "You're the first one up--don't ruin your time now. Everyone's watching." Prancer's eyes flicked toward the others, who were barely visible in the distance. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he realized they were, in fact, watching intently. "Don't worry," Gabe said softly, leaning in so his lips were close to Prancer's ear. "They're all rooting for you. But I bet Vixen's hoping you trip and fall on your face."

Prancer growled low in his throat, the mention of Vixen reigniting his earlier frustration. "He can fuck off," he muttered, his tail flicking angrily.

Gabe chuckled, his hand slipping away as he patted Prancer's hip. "That's the spirit. Now go show him how it's done." Prancer bolted from the checkpoint, his hooves pounding against the polished floor as he powered up the ramp near the hearth. His muscles burned, but the fire driving him forward--equal parts determination and frustration--kept him moving. The final stretch of the course was a straight shot to the finish line. Gabe leaned forward on Prancer's back, his hands sliding teasingly down to grip the reindeer's sides, his fingers pressing into the firm muscles. "You've got this, pup," Gabe murmured, his voice close and coaxing. "Finish strong, and show them what you're made of." Prancer growled low in his throat, his tail snapping behind him as he surged forward, his cock bouncing with each stride. The cheers from the lineup grew louder as he crossed the finish line with a sharp grunt, skidding to a halt and panting heavily. Gabe slid off Prancer's back, grinning as he patted the younger reindeer's shoulder. "Not bad," he said with a smirk. "But maybe next time, don't let me get you so worked up."

Prancer shot Gabe a quick glare but didn't respond, instead turning his attention toward the lineup. "Doesn't matter," he said sharply, his voice laced with irritation. "I'm still faster than you'll ever be, you smug sack of shit."

Vixen raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he leaned against the wall. "Oh, really?" he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "That's big talk for someone who spent half the course humping the air."

Prancer's tail flicked furiously, his ears pinned back as he let out an annoyed huff. As Prancer stomped back toward the lineup, Dancer intercepted him, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. "Good effort," he said lightly, though his tone carried a note of caution. "But maybe next time, don't let Gabe--or Vixen--get to you so much."

Prancer huffed again, his chest still heaving as he muttered, "Easy for you to say." He glanced over his shoulder at Vixen, his glare unwavering.

"True," Dancer replied, shaking his head. "But you're going to have to figure out how to keep your cool."

Meanwhile, Donder and Blitzen stood off to the side, their matching grins full of mischief as they watched the scene unfold.

"Think the pup's gonna blow if Vixen says one more thing?" Blitzen asked, his voice low but tinged with amusement.

"Oh, he's so close," Donder replied, his grin widening. "One wrong word, and he'll pop like a cherry on prom night."

Blitzen snickered, leaning toward his twin. "What do you think, Donder? Maybe all that tension isn't frustration--maybe it's something else."

Donder nodded sagely, his tone mockingly thoughtful. "You think he's just mad because Vixen hasn't bent him over and given him the cock he's begging for?"

"Shut the fuck up! All of you. Leave me the fuck alone," Prancer snapped, spinning around to glare at them, his ears flat against his head.

Blitzen raised his hands innocently, though his grin only widened. "What?" he said, his voice light and teasing. "We're just pointing out the obvious, pup. You're wound up tighter than Santa's sack on Christmas Eve."

Donder chuckled, nudging his twin. "And we all know the best way to unwind..."

Prancer's nostrils flared, his cheeks burning as he clenched his fists at his sides. "You two are such fucking assholes!" he barked, his voice cracking slightly.

The twins burst into laughter, their tails flicking in unison as they leaned on each other for support.

Cupid, ever the peacekeeper, stepped forward and gently nudged Prancer's side with his shoulder. "You did great," he said softly, his voice warm and soothing. "Don't let them get to you. They just like stirring the pot."

Prancer let out a long exhale, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he glanced at Cupid. "Thanks," he muttered, his voice quieter now.

Donder leaned toward Blitzen, grinning slyly. "He's calming down," he whispered. "We've got to time it just right if we want him to snap."

Blitzen nodded, his grin matching his twin's. "Oh, don't worry," he whispered back. "We're not done yet. "

As Prancer collapsed onto a nearby cushion, his chest still heaving, Cupid stepped up beside him. The soft-spoken reindeer placed a comforting hoof on Prancer's shoulder, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the chaos earlier. "You know," Cupid said softly, his cheeks slightly pink, "if you really want to switch partners next year, I'd dash away next to you." His lips curled into a shy smile before he leaned in, pressing a quick, tender kiss to Prancer's cheek.

Prancer blinked, his ears perking slightly as a rare, genuine smile broke through his usual defensiveness. He nuzzled Cupid lightly, his tail flicking in appreciation. "Thanks, Cupid," he murmured, his voice quieter than usual. "You're... really sweet."

From across the room, Vixen's ears flicked sharply, his golden eyes narrowing as he watched the exchange. His tail snapped once behind him, and his usual smirk was replaced by a tight, irritated line.

Blitzen nudged Donder, grinning as he leaned close. "Look at him," he whispered, nodding toward Vixen. "He's steaming."

Donder chuckled, his voice low. "Think he's mad at Cupid for stealing his spot or just pissed because he doesn't know how to say he wants to be snuggling up next to Prancer?"

"Both," Blitzen replied with a snicker.

"Definitely both," Donder agreed, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Dancer crouched gracefully at the starting line, shooting a playful wink toward Gabe. "Let's make this look good," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Gabe climbed onto his back with ease, adjusting his position as Dancer straightened up. "Ready when you are," Gabe said, his hands resting lightly on the reindeer's shoulders.

Dancer's run was elegant and controlled, his movements fluid and precise as he navigated the course. He handled the tight turns and inclines with ease, barely faltering when Gabe leaned down to stroke his cock at each checkpoint. "You've got a lot of poise," Gabe murmured during the final stretch, his hand trailing along Dancer's side. "Makes for a nice change of pace."

"Gotta keep it classy," Dancer replied with a smirk, his breathing steady as he crossed the finish line.

Gabe slid off his back with a satisfied grin, patting him lightly on the hip. "Well done," he said. "Not quite record-breaking, but impressive nonetheless." Dancer nodded gracefully, brushing a hoof through his mane as he returned to the lineup.

Dasher stepped forward next, his tail swishing with purpose as he crouched at the starting line. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, his competitive streak barely masked by his irritation.

"You're up for second place," Blitzen teased, grinning. "Don't fuck it up!"

Dasher shot him a glare as Gabe climbed onto his back. "I won't," he snapped.

Despite his focus, Dasher's run was less smooth than he'd hoped. His speed worked against him on the tighter turns, and his breathing grew heavier as Gabe's teasing hands found their way to his cock during each stop.

"Don't lose your head," Gabe said at the second checkpoint, his fingers wrapping firmly around Dasher's length. "You're still in the running."

"I know," Dasher growled, his hips jerking slightly as Gabe's strokes threw off his rhythm.

By the time he crossed the finish line, Dasher's frustration was evident in the sharp set of his jaw. Gabe slid off with a pat on the shoulder. "Not bad," Gabe said, his voice calm. "But you might want to ease up on the speed next time."

Dasher huffed, his tail flicking irritably as he stalked back to the lineup**.**

The room fell quiet as Comet stepped forward, his powerful frame radiating calm confidence. He crouched slightly, readying himself for Gabe to climb on. Unlike the others, he didn't say anything, his golden eyes focused on the course ahead as though he were already running it in his mind. As Gabe approached, he tilted his head slightly, leaning in close to Comet's ear. Whatever the elf whispered was too soft for anyone else to hear, but it caused Comet's ears to twitch and his lips to pull into a faint, knowing smirk.

"What the fuck did he just say?" Blitzen muttered to Donder, his brow furrowing as he leaned toward his twin.

"No clue," Donder replied, his tone laced with curiosity. "But it's got him fired up, that's for sure."

Comet stood taller as Gabe settled onto his back, the faint smirk still lingering on his face. Without a word, he surged forward, his hooves pounding against the floor with a speed and strength that left the others staring in stunned silence.

"Holy shit," Vixen muttered, his eyes wide as he watched Comet weave effortlessly through the glowing baubles marking the course.

"Is he flying or running?" Donder asked, blinking in disbelief.

"Both," Blitzen replied, grinning. "He's a goddamn comet, after all."

Comet moved with an intensity none of them had seen before, his powerful strides propelling him forward like a force of nature. Gabe clung tightly to his back, his arms wrapped around Comet's broad shoulders as he tried to stay balanced.

At the first checkpoint, Comet barely slowed, his breathing steady and controlled. Gabe reached down to stroke his cock, but the reindeer didn't flinch, his focus unshaken.

"You're really in the zone, huh?" Gabe murmured, his tone teasing as he tried to distract him. Comet didn't reply, his only acknowledgment a faint snort as he powered through the next stretch of the course. By the time they reached the second checkpoint, Gabe was struggling to keep his grip. The elf's hands dug into Comet's shoulders as he shifted his weight, trying to steady himself. "Slow down, big guy," Gabe said, laughing breathlessly. "I can barely hold on!" But Comet didn't slow. If anything, he picked up speed, his hooves thundering against the wooden floor as he bolted toward the ramp. Gabe gave up trying to tease him, instead focusing on not toppling off the reindeer's back as they surged toward the finish line.

Comet crossed the finish line in a blur, skidding to a halt with such force that Gabe nearly flew off his back. The elf slid down quickly, laughing as he steadied himself. "Okay," he said, brushing himself off. "That was... insane."

The room was silent for a moment, the other reindeer staring at Comet with a mix of awe and disbelief.

"Did he just..." Dancer began, his voice trailing off.

"Break the fucking sound barrier?" Vixen finished, his golden eyes wide.

Blitzen let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Whatever Gabe said to him, we all need to hear it before the next season."

Comet didn't say a word, his chest rising and falling steadily as he met Gabe's gaze with a calm, unreadable expression.

"What the hell did you say to him?" Dasher finally asked, his voice sharp with curiosity.

Gabe grinned but didn't answer, his lips quirking into a mischievous smile as he patted Comet's shoulder. "That's between me and him," he said simply, stepping back toward the lineup. Comet followed him, his tail flicking lazily behind him as he took his place among the group.

As Comet returned to the lineup, still silent and composed, all eyes turned to Vixen. The cocky reindeer stretched his neck, rolling his shoulders as he stepped forward. He crouched slightly, motioning for Gabe to climb on.

"This should be fun," Blitzen muttered, nudging Donder with a sly grin. "Let's see if Vixen can keep his cool."

Donder snickered, his voice just loud enough to carry. "Or if he'll blow his load halfway through because he can't stop staring at Prancer."

Vixen froze, his ears snapping back sharply. He turned his head just enough to glare at the twins. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he growled, his voice low and tense.

"Sure, you don't," Blitzen said with a smirk, his tail swishing behind him. "But you've been staring at him and Cupid all night. You're not exactly subtle."

"Maybe it's Cupid that's got him all hot and bothered," Donder added, his grin widening. "He's sweet, soft, and willing. Perfect for someone like Vixen."

Vixen's nostrils flared as he straightened up, his tail snapping behind him. "Fuck off," he muttered, though his golden eyes flicked briefly toward where Prancer and Cupid stood. Cupid had his hoof on Prancer's shoulder, his touch lingering as they whispered to each other. Prancer let out a quiet laugh, his tail swishing lightly as Cupid leaned closer.

The sight made Vixen's jaw tighten, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

Dasher let out a long sigh, grabbing his beer from a nearby table and taking an exaggerated gulp. "We're too old for this much fucking drama," he muttered, his ears flicking back as he set the bottle down.

Dancer chuckled, leaning against the edge of the table with a sly grin. "Come on, boss," he said lightly. "You know it's all part of the job. No one said leading a team of magic reindeer was easy--especially not this horny, dysfunctional crew."

Dasher rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as Vixen crouched down for Gabe to climb on.

Vixen was unusually quiet as Gabe settled onto his back, gripping his shoulders lightly. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a focused, almost brooding expression.

"You okay?" Gabe asked softly, leaning forward slightly.

"Fine," Vixen replied curtly, his voice clipped.

The reindeer surged forward with a burst of speed, his hooves striking the floor with sharp, deliberate rhythm. He navigated the course with precision, his movements powerful and efficient. But his golden eyes kept flicking toward the finish line, where Prancer and Cupid stood watching.

At the first checkpoint, Gabe slid off and reached down to stroke Vixen's cock. The reindeer let out a low groan, his hips jerking slightly, but he quickly steadied himself, his breathing sharp and controlled.

"Focus, Vixen," Gabe murmured, his tone teasing as his fingers trailed along the sensitive underside.

"Don't need you to tell me that," Vixen muttered, though his cock twitched violently in Gabe's hand.

From the sidelines, Blitzen called out, "Careful, Vix! You might lose it before the second checkpoint if you keep thinking about Prancer's ass!"

Vixen's ears flattened, and his tail snapped sharply. "Shut the fuck up, Blitzen!" he barked, his voice echoing through the lodge.

Donder laughed, nudging his twin. "Hit a nerve," he said with a grin.

"Big time," Blitzen replied, smirking.

Vixen surged forward again, his movements faster and rougher now as he pushed through the course. His frustration only grew as Gabe leaned in at the second checkpoint, his teasing hands working over Vixen's cock with deliberate precision.

"You're distracted," Gabe murmured, his voice soft but knowing. "Something on your mind?"

"Just finish the run," Vixen growled, his breaths coming in sharp bursts as he pulled away and bolted toward the final stretch. Vixen crossed the finish line with a grunt, skidding to a halt as Gabe slid off his back.

"Not bad," Gabe said, brushing himself off with a teasing smile. "But you seemed... distracted. Something on your mind?" Vixen didn't respond, his golden eyes flicking briefly toward Prancer and Cupid before turning away, his tail snapping sharply as he stalked back to the lineup.

The silence lingered until Prancer broke it, his voice sharp and mocking. "For all your big talk, that was pretty underwhelming, Vixen. Guess all that attitude doesn't help when it actually counts."

Vixen froze mid-step, his shoulders stiffening as his ears flicked back. Slowly, he turned, his glare locking onto Prancer like a predator sizing up his prey. "Careful, pup," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't want to start something you can't finish."

"Oh, please," Prancer shot back, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault you can't live up to your own hype. Maybe if you spent less time being a smug asshole and more time focusing, you wouldn't look like such a fucking disappointment."

The air in the lodge thickened as Vixen stepped closer, his smirk twisting into something cold and sharp. He leaned in slightly, his golden eyes blazing. "You want to talk about disappointments?" he said, his voice calm but dripping with venom. "Let's talk about how the real reason you're on this team isn't because you're fast or talented or even useful. It's because you're a slutty little bottom who'd do anything for Santa's approval." Prancer's ears flattened, but Vixen wasn't done. His voice dropped lower, cruel and cutting, loud enough for everyone to hear. "And by approval, I mean bending over and spreading your tight little hole for Santa's fat fucking cock."

A stunned silence fell over the lodge, but Vixen pressed on, his smirk growing darker. "Oh, yeah. We all know how it went. You wagged that needy tail of yours, begged like the good little whore you are, and let Santa shove his candy cane right up your ass. I bet you loved it too, didn't you? His big, sweaty belly pressing you down while he fucked you so deep you could feel it in your throat."

Prancer's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing a deep, angry red.

Vixen tilted his head, his voice mockingly sweet. "Tell me, Prancer--how does it feel knowing the only reason you're here is because Santa likes how tight you are when he's balls-deep in that loose, desperate hole of yours?"

Prancer stood frozen, his jaw tight and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He stared at Vixen, his lips trembling as though he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Finally, with a sharp flick of his tail, he turned on his hooves and stormed away, his hooves clicking sharply against the floor as he disappeared into the shadows near the hearth.

"Prancer, wait!" Cupid called, scurrying after him. The room was thick with tension as Prancer disappeared into the shadows near the hearth, Cupid hurrying after him. No one spoke at first, the weight of Vixen's words lingering like smoke in the air.

Dasher finally broke the silence with a sharp exhale, grabbing a beer from the nearby table and taking a long, deliberate gulp. "Fucking hell, Vixen," he muttered, shaking his head. "That was low. Even for you."

Dancer arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he glanced at Vixen. "Wow," he said dryly. "You've got some serious issues, dude. That wasn't just mean--that was unhinged. If Prancer quits, I hope you're ready to tell Santa why we're short a reindeer."

Vixen shifted uncomfortably, his smirk faltering slightly as he crossed his arms defensively. "I just said what everyone's been thinking," he muttered, though his tail flicked nervously.

Dasher froze, narrowing his eyes. "Wait. Hold up." He set the beer down slowly, his voice cutting through the lingering tension. "What everyone has been thinking? You mean it's true? Santa fucked Prancer? Does anyone else know about this? Santa fucking reindeer now?"

Around the room, everyone shook their heads, their faces a mix of confusion and disbelief. The twins looked at each other, then back at Dasher. "Nope," Blitzen said finally, his tone almost flippant. "First I've heard of it."

"Same," Donder added, his ears flicking back. "Not a clue."

Dasher turned his glare back to Vixen. "Well? Care to explain where the fuck you got that from?"

Vixen shrugged, his smirk returning just enough to seem smug. "I saw it with my own eyes," he said simply, his voice laced with false nonchalance. "Prancer and the fat bastard. Right there in Santa's office."

The air in the lodge grew heavy as the others exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of Vixen's words sinking in.

Blitzen snickered, leaning against Donder. "Yeah, we were all totally thinking Santa's dicking Prancer down in the sleigh barn," he said with a wicked grin. "Didn't know he was into reindeer now, though. Thought he only fucked elves."

Donder smirked, his eyes glinting. "Well, he sure as hell isn't into Mrs. Claus," he said, his voice dripping with mock pity. "That poor snatch is probably packed with cobwebs by now."

"Cobwebs?" Blitzen laughed, his tail flicking. "More like icicles! No wonder she's always baking cookies. Gotta keep warm somehow while Santa's out stuffing his candy cane in anything with a tail."

Dasher groaned loudly, rubbing his temples. "Gods, stop," he snapped, his tone sharp. "One of these days, Santa's actually going to hear you two, and I'm not saving your asses when he does."

Blitzen shrugged, unrepentant. "Hey, maybe he'll finally explain why he's always so fucking jolly," he said, grinning. "All that blood rushing to his big red dick makes a lot of sense, don't you think?"

Dasher groaned, rubbing his face. "Enough," he barked, his tone sharp as he shot the twins a warning glare. "The last thing we need is you two turning this into some kind of fucked-up roast of Santa."

Blitzen shrugged, his grin unrepentant. "Hey, we're just calling it like we see it, boss."

Donder chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, and let's be honest--Santa's probably too busy to notice. He's got a lot of `work' to do, after all."

Comet, standing off to the side, let out a heavy sigh and folded his arms. "Fucking idiots," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Near the hearth, Prancer stood stiffly with his back turned, his shoulders trembling slightly. He didn't move as Cupid approached, his soft steps muffled by the thick rug. "Prancer," Cupid said gently, stopping just behind him. "Hey, it's me. Can we talk?"

Prancer's ears flicked, but he didn't turn around. "Just leave me alone, Cupid," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't want to talk about it."

Cupid frowned, stepping closer. "I know you don't," he said softly, placing a hoof gently on Prancer's shoulder. "But I'm not going to let you stand here and stew in this. Vixen doesn't know what the hell he's talking about."

Prancer let out a shaky breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "What if he's right?" he said quietly, his voice cracking slightly. "What if... what if I don't deserve to be here?"

Cupid stepped in front of him, forcing Prancer to meet his gaze. "He's not right," he said firmly, his eyes bright with conviction. "You're here because you belong here. You're fast, you're determined, and you've got more heart than the rest of us combined. Don't let that asshole take that away from you."

Prancer hesitated, his lips trembling slightly before his gaze flicked away. "You don't know that," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don't know what I've... done."

Cupid's brow furrowed, his ears tilting forward. "What are you talking about?"

Prancer looked down, his cheeks flushing as his tail flicked nervously behind him. "It doesn't matter," he muttered, his voice shaky. "I just... I wanted to prove I was good enough. That I wasn't just some dumb kid who got here because..." He trailed off, his words hanging heavy in the air.

"Because what?" Cupid pressed gently, his tone soft but insistent.

Prancer's jaw tightened, and he let out a bitter laugh, his eyes glistening as he glanced toward the fire. "Because I let Santa bend me over his desk and fuck me like I was just another one of his toys, okay?" he said, his voice cracking as his ears flattened against his head.

Cupid froze, his eyes wide with shock. "Prancer..."

"It wasn't just once," Prancer said quickly, his voice shaking. "Every time he called me to his office, I knew what he wanted. He'd lock the door, tell me to bend over, and..." He shuddered, his breath hitching. "Gods, his cock's so fucking big, Cupid. He didn't care if I was ready or not. Just shoved it in and used me until he was done."

Cupid's chest tightened, his heart breaking for the younger reindeer.

Prancer's voice cracked as he continued. "I thought it would mean something. I thought if I let him... if I let him use me, maybe he'd see me as more than just the kid on the team. His breath hitched as the words spilled out of him. He didn't even try to pretend it was anything else. Just told me to bend over, yanked my tail, and shoved his fat cock inside me like I was an elf. His big, sweaty gut pressed against my back while he grunted and pumped me full of his old-man jizz." Prancer's voice cracked, and he squeezed his eyes shut, his ears flattening further. "I can still feel it dripping out of me every time I think about it. Gods, it's disgusting. But when he was done, he'd just slap my ass, tell me to clean up, and go back to his cookies and milk like I didn't even matter." Prancer's breathing quickened, his ears flattening further. "He never even looked at me afterward--just dumped his load inside me and left me to deal with it. And I let him, Cupid. Over and over, because I thought it was the only way to stay here."

Cupid stepped closer, placing both hooves on Prancer's shoulders and forcing him to meet his gaze. "That's not why you're here," he said firmly, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't care what happened with Santa, okay? You're here because you're fast and you're strong and because you've got the biggest fucking heart of anyone I know."

Prancer blinked rapidly, his lip trembling as he let out a shaky breath. "You really think so?" he asked quietly.

"I know so," Cupid said, leaning in to nuzzle him gently. "And if Santa can't see that without all... that, then fuck him. You don't owe him--or anyone--anything."

Prancer let out a small, shaky laugh, leaning into the nuzzle as his shoulders relaxed. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice softer now. "I... I needed that."

Cupid smiled softly, pulling back slightly. "Always," he said. "Now, let's head back before Dasher loses his mind."

Prancer nodded, taking a deep breath before turning toward the lineup. "Okay," he said quietly, his tail flicking lightly behind him.

Vixen stood stiffly near the lineup, his arms crossed and his jaw tight as he watched Cupid lead Prancer back to the group. His golden eyes flicked toward them briefly before darting away, his ears lowering. He didn't need to hear what Cupid was saying to Prancer--he already knew he'd fucked up. Badly. The sight of Prancer's trembling shoulders and the way he wouldn't even lift his gaze hit Vixen like a hoof to the chest. He hadn't just pushed too far; he'd gone straight over the edge. The smirk he usually wore was gone, replaced by a tense, uneasy expression. His tail snapped behind him as he tried to muster up his usual confidence, but it felt hollow.

"Smooth move, Vix," Dancer muttered as he passed, his tone cold. "Real alpha behaviour there--tearing someone down because you can't figure out your own shit." Vixen flinched but didn't respond, his ears flicking back further.

Dasher stormed up to Vixen, his nostrils flaring as his hooves thudded against the floor. "You know damn well Prancer didn't have much of a choice," he snapped, his voice dripping with fury. "None of us would. Santa's a lecherous old bastard who's probably balls-deep in an elf as we speak. And instead of looking out for your teammate--your partner--you tore him down like he was nothing." He jabbed a finger into Vixen's chest, his tone growing harsher. "What the fuck were you thinking? You think it's easy standing up to a guy like Santa? You know how hard it is to say no to someone who runs the whole damn show, who has all of us bent over the metaphorical table whenever he wants? You should've had Prancer's back--not kicked him while he was down." The lead reindeer's eyes narrowed as he leaned in closer, his voice low and venomous. "I hope you've got one hell of an apology brewing, because if you don't fix this, you're not just losing Prancer as a partner--you're losing the respect of the whole fucking team. And trust me, Vixen, if that happens, you'll wish you had Santa riding your ass instead of us."

Vixen's ears burned as he turned away, his fists clenching at his sides. He hated the feeling in his chest--like he was hollowed out and on the verge of collapsing in on himself. But Dasher was right. He'd crossed a line, and now he had no idea how to go back. Vixen leaned against a post near the edge of the lodge, staring at the floor as the rest of the team talked in low murmurs. He couldn't bring himself to join in--couldn't bring himself to even look at Prancer as he returned to the group, his head low and his tail flicking softly behind him. The guilt gnawed at him, sharp and unrelenting. He replayed his words in his head, each one hitting harder than the last. He'd meant to needle Prancer, to tease him like he always did, but somewhere along the way, it had spiraled into something cruel and ugly. He hadn't just embarrassed Prancer--he'd humiliated him. He'd exposed something raw and private, something that wasn't his to share, and he'd done it in front of everyone. For what? To prove a point? To make himself feel better?

"Idiot," Vixen muttered under his breath, dragging a hoof over his face. He wanted to fix it. Gods, he wanted to fix it so badly, but every time he thought about walking over to Prancer, his chest tightened, and the words caught in his throat. What could he even say? Sorry for being an irredeemable asshole? Sorry for dragging your name through the mud because I'm too much of a coward to admit how I really feel?

No apology felt big enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, Vixen caught a glimpse of Prancer talking quietly with Cupid, the younger reindeer's posture still tense but no longer trembling. Cupid's hoof rested lightly on Prancer's shoulder, and the sight sent a pang of something sharp and bitter through Vixen's chest. He didn't deserve to feel jealous--not after what he'd said. But it was there anyway, gnawing at him like a wound that wouldn't close. Vixen let out a heavy sigh, his tail flicking behind him as he pushed off the post. He couldn't undo what he'd said, but maybe he could find a way to make it right. He glanced toward Prancer again, his stomach twisting as he caught the faintest hint of a smile on the younger reindeer's face. Maybe there was still a chance.

While the rest of the team muttered among themselves, Gabe casually slipped into the seat next to Comet, a sly smile playing on his lips. The elf leaned back against the couch, one leg crossed over the other, his small frame practically lounging against the massive reindeer's side. Comet glanced down at him, one eyebrow quirking. "You look awfully pleased with yourself," he said, his voice low and rumbling.

Gabe grinned, his fingers idly tracing the edge of his sash. "What can I say? This is the best seat in the lodge," he replied, his tone dripping with mock innocence. "Big, warm, and oh-so-cozy."

Comet let out a soft snort, his tail flicking lazily behind him. "You're lucky you're cute, elf," he muttered, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Gabe's grin widened as he shifted slightly, pressing his shoulder against Comet's broad chest. "Oh, I'm more than cute," he said, his voice dropping into a playful purr. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

Comet's ears flicked forward, and he let out a low chuckle. "Careful," he warned, his golden eyes glinting. "Keep that up, and you're liable to find out what happens when you push too far."

"Oh, don't tease me with a good time, big guy," Gabe shot back, his gaze darting up to meet Comet's.

The reindeer huffed, shaking his head slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let the elf stay pressed against him, his large frame radiating warmth as he leaned back into the couch. From his spot, Gabe's gaze flicked across the lodge, catching sight of Prancer and Cupid near the hearth. His playful smile softened slightly as he watched Cupid nuzzle the younger reindeer, their quiet exchange carrying a tenderness that made his chest tighten.

"Looks like Cupid's cheering him up," Gabe murmured, more to himself than to Comet.

Comet followed his gaze, his expression unreadable at first before a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Cupid's good like that," he said simply. "That's why Dasher paired us up. My temper can get the better of me sometimes--guess that's why they call me Comet. Quick to explode and all that."

He chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. "But Cupid's gentle. Soothing, even. Calms me down before I can blow a fuse." He paused, smirking slyly. "Win-win, really. He's got a nice fuck hole too, so no complaints there."

Gabe snorted, shaking his head but grinning all the same as his eyes flicked toward Vixen, who was still standing stiffly near the edge of the lineup, looking like he wanted to disappear into the floor. "Shame not everyone here has Cupid's touch," he quipped, the pointed jab drawing a flicker of amusement from Comet.

Comet let out a low grunt, his ears flicking back. "Vixen's got a lot to learn," he said, his tone neutral but firm.

Gabe tilted his head, studying the big reindeer. "And you don't?" he asked, a playful lilt returning to his voice.

Comet's golden eyes flicked down to him, his gaze steady. "Oh, I've learned plenty, elf," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don't worry--you'll figure that out soon enough." The way he said it sent a shiver down Gabe's spine, his cheeks flushing slightly. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came, the sudden intensity of Comet's gaze leaving him momentarily speechless. Comet chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the reaction. "What's the matter?" he teased. "Cat got your tongue?"

Gabe cleared his throat, quickly recovering his composure. "Oh, trust me," he said with a grin, "you'd know if I was using my tongue."

Comet let out a full laugh at that, his chest rumbling as he shook his head. "You've got a mouth on you, elf," he said, leaning back against the couch. "We'll see how far it gets you." The reindeer huffed, shaking his head slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let the elf stay pressed against him, his large frame radiating warmth as he leaned back into the couch.

Gabe's gaze dropped to the massive sheath between Comet's legs, his breath hitching as he traced the heavy curve of it barely restrained. His fingers twitched at his side, and he couldn't hold back anymore. Leaning in, he rested a bold hand on the thick muscle of Comet's thigh, his voice trembling with raw need. "Listen, Comet," Gabe said, his tone husky and desperate, "I'm done pretending. I've been watching you all night, and I'm not leaving this lodge without that fat reindeer cock of yours wrecking me so completely that I'll never close up again. I don't want the others--I want you. That's the biggest, thickest dick I've ever seen, and I want it buried inside me so deep I'll feel it for the rest of my life."

Comet blinked, his golden eyes wide for a moment before narrowing with a mix of amusement and something darker. "You're a bold little bastard, aren't you?" he murmured, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

Gabe's grin turned feral, his fingers sliding higher on Comet's thigh, brushing dangerously close to the strap holding his harness. "Bold doesn't even begin to cover it," he shot back. "I've seen the way you carry yourself, the way you move. You know exactly how fucking massive you are, and I want every centimetre of it inside me. I don't care if it ruins me--I want it to ruin me. I want you to make me so loose that I'll never be the same again."

Comet's smirk faltered slightly, his tail flicking as his gaze turned more serious. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a low murmur. "Careful, Gabe. Santa doesn't like us fucking the elves. Says we're too big and rough for you. Last time it happened..." He paused, his jaw tightening. "Let's just say it didn't end well. Those poor little bastards couldn't take it, and Santa made it very clear we were done crossing that line."

Gabe let out a sharp laugh, his fingers tightening against Comet's thigh. "Santa can kiss my tight little ass," he said, his tone defiant. "I don't give a damn about his rules. I know what I can handle, and tonight, I'm handling you."

Comet's ears flicked forward, his golden eyes darkening with intrigue. "You've got a mouth on you, elf," he said, his voice rumbling. "You sure you know what you're getting yourself into? Because I don't hold back, and I'm not about to start now."

"Oh, I'm counting on that," Gabe shot back, his grin widening. "Now, are you going to keep warning me, or are you going to show me what all this reindeer power is really about?"

Comet huffed a laugh, shaking his head as his smirk returned. "You're either the bravest elf I've ever met or the dumbest," he said. "Either way, you're about to find out what happens when you play with fire."

Without another word, Gabe surged forward, crashing his lips against Comet's in a brazen kiss. His hands moved boldly, one tangling in Comet's harness while the other slid down to grab the reindeer's thick sheath. The heavy warmth of it in his hand sent a shiver down his spine as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against Comet's with unrestrained hunger. Comet growled low in his throat, one massive hoof coming to rest on Gabe's waist, gripping him firmly as the elf continued to grope him. The heat between them was electric, drawing more than a few sidelong glances from the others.

Dasher, standing nearby, let out a sharp hiss of frustration, his ears pinning back as he turned toward them. "What the fuck is going on over--" His words died as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he spotted Vixen approaching Prancer near the hearth, his posture stiff and his gaze unreadable. Dasher's heart skipped a beat, his frustration with Gabe momentarily forgotten as he watched the two reindeer. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, taking a step forward. "Not again."

Dancer, standing nearby, caught the shift and followed Dasher's gaze. "Think we should step in?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

"Not yet," Dasher replied, though his jaw was tight. "Let's see where this goes first."

Near the hearth, Prancer stood stiffly, staring into the flickering flames. His ears flicked slightly as he heard hoofsteps behind him, but he didn't turn around. "What do you want, Vixen?" he said flatly, his voice carrying none of its usual spark.

Vixen hesitated, his tail flicking sharply behind him as he approached. "I came to apologise," he said finally, his voice low.

Prancer snorted, glancing over his shoulder with a bitter smirk. "That's rich," he muttered. "Didn't know you even knew the word."

Vixen flinched but held his ground. "I mean it," he said, his tone steadier now. "I was out of line. What I said... it was cruel. And wrong. I shouldn't have said it."

Prancer turned fully, crossing his arms as he stared at Vixen. "Why now?" he asked bluntly. "Why not every other time you've decided to run your mouth this season?"

Vixen's jaw tightened, his ears flicking back. "Because this time I went too far," he admitted. "I crossed a line, and I hurt you. I let my own shit get in the way, and I took it out on you. That's not fair."

Prancer's glare softened slightly, but he didn't uncross his arms. "And what? You think saying sorry is going to fix it?"

Vixen exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "No. I know it's not enough," he said. "That's why I want you to hit me."

Prancer blinked, caught off guard. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Vixen said, stepping closer and pointing to his own face. "Go ahead. Clock me. Hell, knock me out if you want. I deserve it."

Prancer's ears flattened, and for a moment, he just stared at Vixen, his tail flicking sharply behind him. "You seriously think letting me punch you is going to make this better?"

"No," Vixen replied, his tone steady. "But maybe it'll help you feel better. And if that's what it takes, then I'll take it."

Prancer's fists clenched at his sides, his nostrils flaring as anger flared back to life. He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. "Fine," he said sharply. "You want me to hit you? Don't say I didn't warn you."

Before Vixen could reply, Prancer's fist connected with his jaw in a solid, bone-rattling punch. Vixen staggered back, his head snapping to the side as the sound echoed through the lodge. The room fell silent as everyone turned to look, wide-eyed. Vixen stumbled but caught himself, one hand pressing to his jaw as he straightened. He let out a low, pained chuckle, his ears flicking back. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice tight. "I deserved that."

Prancer shook out his hand, glaring at him. "You deserved worse," he snapped, his voice shaking slightly. "But I'll settle for that--for now."

Vixen nodded, lowering his hand as he met Prancer's gaze. "Fair enough," he said, his tone subdued. "I'm sorry, Prancer. Really."

Prancer's expression softened slightly, though his fists were still clenched. "Just... don't let it happen again," he muttered, turning back toward the hearth.

Vixen hesitated, then nodded again, his tail flicking behind him. "It won't," he said quietly before turning and walking back toward the lineup, his jaw still throbbing.

Dasher leaned back against the bar, his ears flicking toward the sound of Prancer's punch landing square on Vixen's jaw. He grimaced, downing the rest of his beer in one long gulp. "Fucking hell," he muttered, slamming the bottle down harder than he intended. "They're going to tear each other apart before this night's over."

Dancer, standing beside him with his arms crossed, arched a brow. "Or they'll end up fucking," he said lightly, though his sharp gaze was fixed on Prancer as he turned back toward the hearth, his shoulders still stiff with lingering anger.

Dasher shot him a side-eye glare. "That's not funny."

Dancer smirked, shrugging. "I'm just saying, boss. It wouldn't be the first time two reindeer who hated each other ended up tangled together on one of these rugs."

Dasher shook his head, rubbing a hoof over his face. "I don't have time for this much drama. We're supposed to be a team, not some fucking soap opera."

"Ah, come on," Dancer said with a chuckle. "What's a little tension between coworkers? Keeps things interesting."

Dasher groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Interesting, my ass. If Santa finds out about half the shit that goes on in this lodge, we're all going to end up on the naughty list."

Dancer tilted his head, watching as Vixen retreated toward the lineup, rubbing his jaw. "Maybe, but I wouldn't worry too much about them," he said, nodding toward Prancer and Vixen. "They'll work it out--one way or another. I mean, look at Prancer. He's still pissed, but he's not storming out. That's something."

Dasher glanced toward them, his ears flicking with unease. "Yeah, and Vixen's still standing, so I guess we'll call that progress."

Meanwhile, on the couch, Gabe had wasted no time getting bolder with Comet. He knelt between the massive reindeer's legs, his small hands braced against Comet's thick thighs as his lips wrapped around the blunt, swollen head of Comet's cock.

"Fuck," Comet rumbled, his golden eyes half-lidded as he watched the elf's eager movements. Gabe's tongue swirled around the head, tracing the ridge before sliding lower, his cheeks hollowing with every pull.

The elf's small frame contrasted sharply with Comet's sheer size, making the scene almost obscene. Gabe could barely fit half the length into his mouth, his lips stretched tight as he worked the thick shaft with a combination of spit and hands. His other hand cupped Comet's heavy balls, kneading them gently as he moaned around the cock in his mouth. Dasher's ears flicked toward the wet, lewd sounds and he turned his head, his brows knitting together in frustration. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered, his tail snapping irritably.

Dancer followed his gaze and let out a low whistle. "Damn," he said with a smirk. "Looks like Comet's about to have his sleigh bells rung."

Dasher groaned, dragging a hoof over his face. "I can't with this crew. I cannot."

"Relax, boss," Dancer said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Let the big guy enjoy himself. Gabe clearly knows what he's doing."

As if on cue, Gabe deep-throated Comet's cock as far as he could manage, his throat straining as he swallowed around the length. Comet growled low in his chest, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust.

"Easy," Comet warned, his voice rumbling. "You keep that up, elf, and I'm going to blow before the next game starts."

Gabe pulled back with a wet pop, licking his lips as he grinned up at him. "Oh, I don't mind," he purred, his hand stroking the slick shaft. "But if you're really worried, maybe you should take charge and fuck my throat properly."

Dancer laughed, shaking his head. "Gods, that little elf's got more balls than half the team."

Dasher didn't respond, his gaze drifting back to Vixen, who was now lingering awkwardly near the lineup. His brows furrowed as he noticed the way Vixen kept glancing toward Prancer, his ears tilted back in a mixture of guilt and uncertainty.

"I don't like this," Dasher muttered, more to himself than to Dancer. "Vixen's up to something."

Dancer followed his gaze, raising a brow. "Looks more like he's trying to figure out how to grovel," he said lightly. "Or maybe he's just hoping Prancer doesn't clock him again."

Dasher shook his head. "I don't know," he said, his voice trailing off. "I just hope he doesn't make things worse**."**

Donder slid up beside Dasher, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his muzzle as he nudged his brother with an elbow. "So," he drawled, his voice dripping with impatience, "are we going to get our group fuck on already or what? Blitzen and I are ready to stuff a hole, and it's been months since we've had a good rut."

Dasher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gestured toward the couch. "Take a look, Donder," he said flatly.

Donder followed Dasher's gaze, his ears flicking as his smirk widened. There on the couch was Comet, his massive frame sprawled back as he relentlessly fucked into Gabe's face. The elf was perched awkwardly between his legs, his small hands gripping Comet's thick thighs for balance as the reindeer drove more than two-thirds of his colossal cock past his lips.

"Damn," Donder murmured, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "That elf's got more balls than I thought."

Blitzen wandered over, catching the tail end of the comment. "Nah," he said with a wicked grin, "he's just got no self-preservation instincts."

The group fell silent for a moment as they watched the scene unfold. Comet was in full rut now, his golden eyes half-lidded with primal hunger as he used Gabe's mouth like one of those throat mimickers--a flashlight shaped sex toy that replicated the tight squeeze and wet suction of a real throat. The wet, obscene sounds of the elf gagging and choking filled the lodge, punctuated by Comet's low, rumbling grunts. The reindeer's massive hands gripped the back of Gabe's head, holding him firmly in place as he thrust deep, each movement forcing more of his thick cock into the elf's stretched lips. Gabe's eyes watered, his small body flailing slightly as he struggled to keep up. His throat bulged obscenely, his muffled gags and whimpers adding to the cacophony of lewd noises.

"He's not even trying to be gentle anymore," Dancer murmured, his tone somewhere between impressed and horrified.

"Would you be, with that mouth wrapped around you?" Donder replied, his grin widening.

Comet let out a guttural growl, his hips snapping forward one final time as he buried himself to the hilt. Gabe's eyes went wide, his hands clawing at Comet's thighs as the reindeer's cock throbbed violently in his throat. A flood of hot, sticky cum spilled down Gabe's throat and out of his nose, the sheer volume too much for him to handle. The elf gagged and spluttered, his small body jerking as Comet's cum dribbled from the corners of his mouth and pooled on his chest. The reindeer held him there for a moment, his chest heaving as he rode out the last waves of his nut. Finally, Comet released his grip, letting Gabe slump back against the couch. The elf coughed and gasped for air, his face flushed and streaked with tears, spit, and cum. "Fuck," Comet rumbled, his voice rough as he leaned back, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. "You weren't lying, elf. You can take it."

Gabe managed a weak grin, his voice hoarse as he rasped, "Told you... I don't break easy."

Dasher cleared his throat loudly, drawing the group's attention. "As riveting as this is," he said, his tone dry, "we've got a job to finish. Gabe, if you're done being a test dummy for Comet, maybe you could get back to work?"

Gabe blinked up at him, his cheeks still flushed. "What?" he croaked, his voice rough.

"You're supposed to be announcing the final scores," Dasher reminded him, crossing his arms. "You know, so we can actually start the real fun?"

Gabe groaned, dragging himself upright with a sheepish grin. "Right, right," he muttered, grabbing a nearby cloth to wipe his face. "Give me a second to recover. Not all of us are magic reindeer with unlimited stamina."

Donder snickered, leaning against Blitzen. "Come on, elf," he teased. "You handled Comet like a champ--surely you've got enough left in the tank to tally up some scores."

Blitzen chuckled, nodding toward the lineup. "Yeah, and hurry it up. These balls aren't going to empty themselves."

Gabe shot them both a glare but didn't argue as he staggered toward the table, his legs wobbling slightly. "Fine," he grumbled. "But if I pass out halfway through the orgy, it's on you guys."

The Final Scores: 2024 Reindeer Games

Gabe cleared his throat, still rasping slightly from his recent "distraction," as he picked up the score sheet from the table. The reindeer gathered around him, their eyes glinting with anticipation as they waited for the results. "All right, you horny bastards," Gabe said, his voice hoarse but playful. "Let's settle this. Here are the final rankings for the 2024 Reindeer Games."

He paused for dramatic effect, glancing over the parchment before looking up.

"In third place," he began, "we have... Donder!"

Donder let out a triumphant laugh, shoving Blitzen playfully. "Told you I'm the better twin," he said with a smug grin. Blitzen rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath, but didn't argue.

"Second place," Gabe continued, his eyes darting toward the familiar figure already standing tall and expectant, "goes to... Dasher!"

Dasher gave a sharp nod, his arms crossing over his chest. "As always," he said, his tone cool but with a glint of pride in his eye.

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Runner-Up," Dancer quipped, earning a glare from Dasher.

"And finally," Gabe said, raising his voice slightly as he glanced around the room for effect, "the overall winner of this year's Reindeer Games, and the recipient of the prize bukake..." He paused, letting the tension hang in the air. "Is Comet!"

The room erupted into cheers and whistles as Comet stepped forward, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Damn right," he rumbled, his smirk wide as he flexed slightly for the group.

"Gotta hand it to you, big guy," Gabe said, winking up at him. "You earned this one. And I've got a feeling you're going to enjoy your reward**."**

As the cheers died down, Gabe held up a hand for silence. "One last thing," he added. "While Comet may have taken the prize for his stunning finish--pun intended--there is one other accolade we need to acknowledge." The reindeer stilled, their ears flicking as they waited.

"The most consistent performer across all the games," Gabe said, his tone turning mock-official, "is none other than our fearless leader, Dasher!"

A few playful groans rippled through the group, but they were quickly drowned out by scattered applause and nods of respect.

Dasher raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking. "Consistency, huh? Guess that's just part of being the boss," he said, though there was a faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't let it go to your head," Dancer said with a laugh. "You've still got to line up like the rest of us for the final event."

Dasher snorted but didn't reply, his gaze briefly flicking toward Comet, who was basking in his victory with a satisfied smirk. Gabe set the parchment down, his grin widening as he stepped back toward the lineup. "All right, boys," he said, his tone dripping with mischief. "You've got your rankings, and now it's time for the main event. Comet's the star of the show tonight, so let's make sure he gets what he deserves."

Comet chuckled low, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Oh, I plan to," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Good," Gabe replied, his grin turning wicked. "Because I've got a front-row seat, and I'm not missing a second of it."

The group shifted, their anticipation palpable as they prepared for the grand finale--the ultimate orgy to crown the 2024 Reindeer Games.

Dasher stepped forward, his tall frame commanding attention as he cleared his throat, his expression a mix of pride and anticipation. He glanced around at his team, their eyes gleaming with hunger, their bodies tense with barely restrained desire. "All right, you filthy bastards," he said with a smirk, raising his mug of ale. "Before we dive into the main event, it's tradition to mark this moment with a few choice words. So listen up." He paused, letting the weight of the moment settle before he began, his voice deep and clear:

From frosted skies and midnight flight,

We've shared the load through endless night.

But now we gather, free of strain,

To sate our lusts, to fuck, to claim.

Thick, swollen cocks and heavy balls,

No harness here, no duty calls.

From mouth to ass, from hand to sheath,

We'll rut and groan, unleash beneath.

Let tongues explore and bodies grind,

No tight, wet hole be left behind.

Together we'll writhe, together we'll moan,

To seed and spill, to flesh and bone.

Let cries of pleasure fill the air,

Thick loads of cum flung everywhere.

In this lodge, no shame, no bounds,

Just reindeer fucking `til lust resounds.

So spread your legs and bare your chest,

Tonight, my friends, we'll give our best.

For Comet's prize, for all to see,

This orgy's crown, our unity."

Dasher lowered his mug, a wicked grin spreading across his face as the room erupted into cheers and whistles.

"Let the fucking begin," he declared, his voice echoing through the lodge.

The lodge was alive with movement and sound, the heavy musk of arousal thick in the air. Bodies shifted against one another, fur brushing fur, and the wet, obscene sounds of mouths on flesh echoed through the space.

Near the hearth, Cupid guided Prancer down onto the thick rug, his touches tender yet insistent. The tension between them from earlier was melting away as Cupid's lips ghosted over Prancer's neck, trailing down to his collarbone.

"You okay?" Cupid whispered, his voice soft as his hand cupped Prancer's cheek.

Prancer hesitated for a moment, his ears flicking nervously before he nodded. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I... I want this."

Cupid smiled gently, leaning in to nuzzle him. "Good," he murmured, his hand sliding down to stroke Prancer's sheath. "Because I've been wanting you all season."

Prancer let out a soft whimper as Cupid's touch grew bolder, the younger reindeer's cock slipping free from his sheath as Cupid's hand moved.

"Such a pretty thing," Cupid murmured, his lips brushing against Prancer's ear. "Let me take care of you."

Prancer's breath hitched as Cupid lowered himself, his tongue darting out to lap at the base of Prancer's shaft before sliding upward in slow, deliberate strokes. The younger reindeer let out a broken moan, his hips jerking slightly as Cupid's mouth wrapped around him, drawing him in deep.

Across the room, Dancer had Blitzen pinned against one of the sturdy wooden beams, his hands gripping the other reindeer's hips as their bodies moved together.

"You always talk a big game," Dancer teased, his voice low and playful. "Let's see if you can back it up."

Blitzen let out a low growl, his hands gripping Dancer's shoulders as he ground against him. "Try me," he shot back, his voice rough with arousal.

Dancer chuckled, his lips curling into a smirk as he dropped to his knees. "Gladly," he said, his hands sliding down to spread Blitzen's thighs, and the twin let out a sharp gasp as Dancer's tongue flicked out, teasing his swollen sheath before moving lower, tracing the curve of his heavy balls.

"Fuck," Blitzen muttered, his head tipping back against the beam as Dancer worked him over, his tongue and hands moving in tandem.

Comet and Donder had claimed one of the oversized chairs near the corner of the room, their large frames filling the space as Donder straddled Comet's lap.

"Don't hold back," Donder growled, his hands gripping the back of the chair as he ground down against Comet's massive cock. "I can take it."

Comet let out a low rumble, his hands gripping Donder's hips as he thrust upward, his shaft sliding between Donder's slick thighs. "You'd better," he said, his voice dark and full of promise.

Meanwhile, Dasher stood over Vixen, his arms crossed as he looked down at the other reindeer with a sharp, disapproving glare.

"This is your fault," Dasher said flatly, his voice cutting through the background noise.

Vixen's ears flicked back, his tail curling slightly behind him. "I know," he muttered, his gaze darting away.

"You don't just know," Dasher snapped, stepping closer. "You feel it, don't you? The way everyone's left you on your own?"

Vixen's jaw tightened, but he didn't reply. "You want to make it right?" Dasher pressed, his voice low and commanding.

Vixen glanced up, his ears lowering. "What do you want me to do?" he asked quietly.

Dasher's smirk was cold and sharp as he unbuckled his harness, letting it drop to the floor. "On your knees," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. Vixen hesitated for only a moment before dropping down, his hands braced against the floor as Dasher stepped closer, his thick, already-hard cock swaying in front of him. "Suck," Dasher said simply, his hand gripping the base of his shaft as he guided it toward Vixen's mouth. The sounds of sucking and muffled moans joined the growing chorus as Vixen obeyed, his lips wrapping around Dasher's cock.

From his spot on the couch, Gabe sipped his spiked cider, his gaze darting around the room as he took in the scene. His cheeks were flushed, and his cock twitched against his thigh as he watched Comet's massive hands gripping Donder's hips, Dancer's tongue lapping at Blitzen's balls, and Prancer squirming under Cupid's attention. But his eyes lingered on Dasher and Vixen, the dominance and submission between them sending a shiver down his spine. "Fuck," Gabe murmured to himself, taking another sip. "This is going to be one hell of a night." The room was a symphony of raw, animalistic lust, the sounds of sucking, gasping, and muffled groans filling the air like music. The heavy musk of reindeer arousal clung to every surface, an intoxicating blend of sweat, slick, and the unmistakable scent of pre-cum. It was stifling, overpowering, and utterly primal.

Near the hearth, Cupid and Prancer had shifted into a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed close as they moved together in a slow, intimate rhythm. Cupid's tongue swirled around the tip of Prancer's cock, his lips gliding down the length with a tender precision that made the younger reindeer whimper softly. Prancer's tail twitched behind him, his hands gripping Cupid's thighs as he returned the favour, his tongue tracing the thick vein along Cupid's shaft before pulling him deeper. Cupid's fingers slid lower, teasing Prancer's slick hole as his mouth worked, drawing gasps and broken moans from the smaller reindeer. Each press and twist of his fingers made Prancer squirm, his hips bucking slightly as he took Cupid deeper into his mouth, the wet sounds of their 69 blending with the guttural grunts and gasps from across the room.

Blitzen was a snarling, moaning mess near the bar, his hands clutching Dancer's antlers as he thrust into his mouth with unrestrained need. Dancer knelt between his legs, his lips stretched wide around Blitzen's cock as he took him in with practiced ease. The wet, obscene sounds of Dancer's sucking were punctuated by Blitzen's sharp gasps, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. "Fuck, that's good," Blitzen growled, his grip tightening on Dancer's antlers. "You really know how to take it, don't you?" Dancer hummed around him, the vibrations making Blitzen's knees buckle slightly as he groaned, his balls slapping against Dancer's chin with every thrust. The smell of their arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the rest of the room in an overwhelming haze.

On one of the oversized chairs, Donder straddled Comet, his massive frame looming over the larger reindeer as he grinned wickedly. Comet growled low in his chest, his hands gripping Donder's thighs as he leaned back, his golden eyes half-lidded with arousal. Donder let his balls dangle teasingly over Comet's face, his tail flicking as he chuckled. "Come on, big guy," he taunted. "Show me what that mouth can do." Comet huffed, his lips wrapping around Donder's sack as he pulled him closer, his tongue working over the sensitive skin. Donder let out a sharp moan, his hips twitching as Comet's hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

But the most brutal scene was unfolding near the centre of the room, where Dasher had Vixen on his knees. The normally sharp and cocky reindeer was silent now, his mouth stretched wide around Dasher's thick cock as the team leader thrust into him with relentless force. Dasher's hands gripped the back of Vixen's head, his fingers tangling in his fur as he used him without mercy, his hips snapping forward with bruising intensity. Vixen gagged and sputtered around him, his throat convulsing as Dasher's cock slammed in deeper, but he didn't pull away. His hands braced against Dasher's thighs, his body shivering as he submitted completely. "You like this, don't you?" Dasher growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Taking all my stress, all my frustration, right down that fucking throat." Vixen's only response was a muffled moan, his lips tightening around Dasher as tears streaked his face. The wet, slurping sounds of Dasher's thrusts filled the air, mingling with the slick noises and muffled moans from every corner of the room.

The air was thick with heat, the scent of sweat and musk overwhelming as it clung to every surface. Each gasp, each grunt, each wet slap of flesh on flesh was a testament to the raw, unrestrained lust consuming them all. Gabe sat back on the couch, his spiked cider forgotten in his hand as he took it all in. His eyes darted from scene to scene, his cock throbbing against his thigh as he watched the chaos unfold.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the symphony of arousal. "This is insane." And yet, he couldn't look away. The wet, obscene sounds of sucking began to blend with the deeper, rhythmic groans and gasps of bodies coming together. The thick musk of arousal hung heavier in the air now, every breath filled with the scent of sweat, slick, and pre-cum.

By the hearth, Cupid shifted, pulling away from Prancer's cock with one last flick of his tongue. The younger reindeer was trembling beneath him, his cheeks flushed and his breathing ragged as Cupid moved to straddle him. "You ready for me, pup?" Cupid murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth as he leaned down to nuzzle Prancer's neck.

Prancer nodded quickly, his tail twitching beneath him. "Please," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "I... I want it."

Cupid smiled, his hands stroking along Prancer's sides as he positioned himself. "Good," he said, his voice dropping into a low purr. "Because I've been waiting all season to make you mine."

With a slow, steady motion, Cupid pressed into Prancer, his cock stretching him open inch by inch. Prancer let out a soft, broken moan, his head tipping back as his hands gripped Cupid's hips. "Fuck, you're tight," Cupid murmured, his lips brushing against Prancer's ear. "Feels so good, baby. You like that? You like me filling you up?"

Prancer whimpered, his voice shaky as he nodded. "Y-Yeah," he managed, his tail flicking weakly. "So much better than..." He trailed off, his cheeks flushing.

Cupid chuckled softly, rolling his hips as he leaned down to kiss Prancer's jaw. "Better than Santa?" he teased, his tone light and playful.

Prancer moaned, his body shivering as Cupid's cock brushed his prostate. "So much better," he gasped, his voice trembling. "You're... so good. I love it."

Cupid smiled, his movements slow and tender as he fucked into Prancer, his hands caressing the younger reindeer's body. "Good," he murmured. "Because you deserve this. You deserve to feel good."

Near the bar, Donder knelt behind Dancer, his hands spreading the other reindeer's cheeks as his tongue worked over the tight ring of his hole. Dancer moaned around Blitzen's cock, his muffled sounds vibrating against the shaft as Blitzen groaned, his hands gripping Dancer's antlers tightly.

"Fuck, Donder," Blitzen growled, his tail flicking sharply. "You're going to make him lose it before I'm done."

Donder pulled back briefly, grinning as he blew a hot breath against Dancer's slick hole. "That's the idea," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Gotta get him ready for me, don't I?"

Dancer whimpered, his hips pressing back against Donder's tongue as it slid inside him again, the wet, sloppy sounds of rimming blending with the sharp gasps and grunts coming from Blitzen above.

Dasher grunted as he thrust into Vixen's throat, his hands gripping the back of the other reindeer's head tightly. Vixen's body trembled beneath him, his lips stretched wide as he took every inch of Dasher's cock, his throat convulsing around the thick length.

But before Dasher could finish, Comet approached, his golden eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker.

"Let me keep that loud mouth busy," Comet rumbled, his voice low as he nodded toward Vixen. "You go ahead and give him what he really deserves."

Dasher paused, his gaze flicking down to the other reindeer before pulling out of his mouth with a wet pop. Vixen gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, but Dasher didn't give him a chance. Gripping the base of his slick, saliva-covered cock, Dasher dragged it across Vixen's face, smearing it with throat slime before positioning himself behind him. "No prep," Dasher growled, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You're going to feel every inch of this, and you're going to take it."

Vixen barely had time to react before Dasher slammed into him, the thick cock spreading his hole wide in one brutal thrust. Vixen cried out, his hands clawing at the floor as his body trembled, but he didn't pull away. Comet stepped forward, his massive cock already hard and leaking as he grabbed Vixen's jaw, forcing him to look up. "Open," he ordered, his voice firm. Vixen obeyed, his lips parting as Comet slid his cock into his mouth, the sheer size of it making his jaw ache. "You like this, don't you?" Comet rumbled, his hand gripping Vixen's antlers as he thrust into his mouth. Vixen nodded weakly, his muffled moans vibrating around Comet's cock. Comet smirked, leaning down to spit on Vixen's face. "Doesn't matter if you like it," he said, his voice cold. "You're getting what you deserve for being a prick to Prancer. That pup pulls his weight, and you're damn lucky we keep you around."

Vixen whimpered, his body shivering as Dasher's relentless thrusts slammed into his prostate, sending sharp waves of pleasure through him despite the roughness.

The room was a cacophony of moans, grunts, and the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the heavy musk of sweat and cum filling every breath as the orgy moved into full swing. Gabe was sprawled on the couch, his spiked cider grown cold on the table as his small hand worked furiously at his diminutive cock. His flushed cheeks and glazed-over eyes flitted from scene to scene, each one more depraved than the last. The reek of musk, sweat, and sex filled his lungs with every breath, and he couldn't help but moan softly as he stroked himself, his tiny elf hips twitching into his hand.

Near the bar, the twins had shifted positions, seamlessly trading places like two halves of a perfectly tuned machine. Blitzen now stood behind Dancer, gripping his slim hips as he pounded into him with relentless speed, al,ostensibly like lightning, his hips snapping forward so fast the wet slaps of flesh on flesh seemed almost continuous. "That's it," Donder growled from the front, his cock sliding deeper into Dancer's throat as he held his antlers for balance. "Take him, Blitzen. Fuck him like he deserves." Blitzen let out a low snarl, his golden eyes gleaming as he thrust harder, each movement drawing muffled moans and gurgles from Dancer, whose mouth was still stretched wide around Donder's cock.

Dancer's body was lifted off the ground, caught between the twins as they spit-roasted him with unrelenting precision. His own cock, rock-hard and dripping, leaked steadily onto the floor with each brutal thrust. "Fucking gods," Dancer gasped when Donder pulled back slightly, letting him catch a breath. "You two are going to kill me."

"That's the idea," Blitzen growled, slamming in deep and making Dancer's knees buckle as he hit his prostate dead-on.

Donder chuckled darkly, pushing back into Dancer's mouth. "You're just lucky we like you, Dancer. Otherwise, we'd have left you leaking and limp by now."

In the centre of the room, Dasher's pace was unrelenting, his strong hands gripping Vixen's hips as he slammed into him with brutal force. Each thrust drew a sharp gasp or broken moan from Vixen, who was still swallowing as much of Comet's cock as he could manage. "This is for your shitty attitude all season," Dasher growled, his voice rough with frustration. "For every time you couldn't follow a simple fucking order." Vixen whimpered around Comet's cock, his body jolting forward with each of Dasher's thrusts. "This is for that time you thought you knew better than me on the third practice run," Dasher snarled, his hips snapping harder, his cock slamming against Vixen's prostate. "And for every goddamn moment you've made this job harder than it needed to be."

"Get him, Dasher," Comet rumbled, gripping Vixen's antlers as he thrust into his mouth. "Destroy that hole. Make sure he remembers who's in charge." Dasher grunted in response, his teeth bared as he pounded into Vixen with renewed intensity. Vixen's muffled cries grew louder, his body trembling as he submitted completely to the two dominant reindeer. Comet spat on Vixen's face, his golden eyes gleaming. "You're lucky you've got a hole worth fucking," he growled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Because if it were up to me, I'd leave you tied up and begging for days before I even touched you."

By the hearth, Cupid was still moving tenderly behind Prancer, his cock sliding in and out of the younger reindeer with slow, deliberate thrusts. His hands caressed Prancer's sides, his lips brushing against his ears as he whispered sweetly to him. "You're so brave, Prancer," Cupid murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth. "So sweet and kind. You deserve all the care in the world."

Prancer whimpered softly, his body trembling beneath Cupid's gentle touch. He leaned back into him, his tail flicking weakly as he whispered, "Thank you... I needed to hear that."

Cupid smiled, leaning down to kiss Prancer's cheek. "I mean it," he said. "You've worked so hard. You've given everything you've got. And now you deserve to feel good. Do you like this?"

"Yes," Prancer gasped, his voice trembling. "I love it. You're... amazing."

But as Cupid continued his tender movements, Prancer's gaze drifted across the room to where Vixen was being used roughly by Dasher and Comet. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and... something else. Despite everything, despite how cruel Vixen had been, Prancer couldn't deny the feelings stirring in his chest. He turned his head slightly, biting his lip as he whispered, "I... I hope he's okay."

Cupid paused, his ears flicking in confusion. "Whom?"

"Vixen," Prancer said softly, his cheeks flushing. "I know he's been awful, but... I don't know. I just..."

Cupid nuzzled him gently, his voice calm. "It's okay to care," he said. "Even about someone like him." Prancer nodded, his eyes lingering on Vixen as his heart ached with unexpected emotion.

The room continued to pulse with heat and sound, the air thick with sweat, musk, and the overpowering scent of precum. Every corner of the lodge seemed alive with movement, the slap of flesh against flesh mingling with groans, growls, and breathless whispers.

Donder pulled out of Dancer's mouth with a low groan, his cock slick and glistening as he straightened up. He glanced toward the hearth, where Cupid was still tenderly moving inside Prancer, their movements slow and intimate amidst the chaos around them.

"Time to switch it up," Donder announced, sauntering over with a sly grin. He grabbed Cupid by the hips, pulling him out of Prancer's warm hole in one smooth motion.

"Come here, lover boy," Donder said, his voice teasing as he nudged Cupid toward the rug. "Let my brother and I fill you up the way you like so much."

Cupid gasped softly as Donder pushed him down onto all fours, leaving Prancer sitting back on the rug, empty and cold. He shivered slightly, his flushed body trembling as he watched Donder press his tongue against Cupid's hole, licking slow and deliberate before spitting on it. Cupid moaned, his back arching as Donder's tongue worked him open. "Where's Blitzen?" he asked breathlessly, glancing over his shoulder. "I want both of you."

Blitzen appeared a moment later, kneeling in front of Cupid and grabbing his chin. "Don't worry," he murmured, kissing him deeply. "We're going to take good care of you."

Donder grinned, pulling back and positioning himself. He pressed forward, sliding his cock into Cupid's slick hole with a low groan. Cupid gasped, his body shuddering as Blitzen kissed him again, their lips moving together as Donder thrust into him from behind. "Gods, you feel so good," Donder growled, his hands gripping Cupid's hips. "Tight and warm, just the way we like."

Blitzen smirked, his hand stroking Cupid's cock as he murmured, "We're going to make you feel incredible, lover boy."

On the other side of the room, Dancer approached Dasher and Comet, his gaze flicking between them. Dasher was still pounding into Vixen with brutal force, each thrust punctuated by a sharp, biting comment. "This is for the time you lost the sleigh harness!" Dasher growled, his hands gripping Vixen's hips tightly. "And for every goddamn shortcut you've taken that's made my job harder!" Vixen whimpered, his body trembling as he took every thrust, but his face was flushed with shame and arousal, his cock leaking steadily onto the floor.

Dancer chuckled, stepping closer and placing a hand on Dasher's shoulder. "Boss," he said lightly, "this isn't a performance review. It's an orgy." Dasher glanced up, his frustration briefly replaced with surprise as Dancer reached down, gripping his cock and pulling him out of Vixen. Before Dasher could protest, Dancer leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, his hands sliding up to cup Dasher's face. "Let me take care of you," Dancer murmured, breaking the kiss. "You need to relax, boss. Let me make you feel good, like I always do."

Dasher let out a sharp exhale, his shoulders relaxing slightly as Dancer guided him to an armchair. He straddled Dasher's lap, positioning himself before sinking down onto his cock with a soft moan. "There we go," Dancer whispered, his hands gripping Dasher's shoulders as he began to move. "Just let me take care of you." Dasher groaned, his hands sliding down to grip Dancer's hips as the smaller reindeer rode him, their bodies moving together in a steady, unhurried rhythm.

Back in the middle of the room, Comet pulled out of Vixen's mouth with a wet pop, his massive cock glistening as he looked down at the disheveled reindeer. With a smirk, he slapped Vixen's face with his cock, the loud, wet smack echoing through the room. "I've got better things to do with my time than deal with you," Comet said coldly, his golden eyes flicking toward the couch. He spotted Gabe, the elf still furiously working his tiny cock as he watched the chaos unfold. Comet glanced back at Vixen, sneering before nodding toward a darker corner of the room. "Stay here and stew in your mess," he muttered, striding away toward Gabe. The elf looked up, his eyes widening as Comet approached, his massive frame towering over him. Without a word, Comet grabbed Gabe by the hips, hoisting him up and carrying him toward the shadows.

Left behind near the hearth, Prancer and Vixen were the only ones without partners, their flushed bodies trembling as they caught their breath. Prancer's gaze flicked to Vixen, his lips pressing into a thin line as he took in the other reindeer's disheveled state. Both of them were hard and leaking, their cocks twitching as their gaping holes ached from the relentless fucking they'd endured. For a long moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them thick and unspoken. Finally, Prancer broke the silence, his voice soft and uncertain. "You okay?"

Vixen hesitated, his ears flicking back as he nodded slowly. "Yeah," he muttered. "You?"

Prancer nodded, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on Vixen's face. Despite everything, despite all the hurt and anger, he couldn't deny the strange pull he felt toward him. "I..." Prancer started, then trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Vixen looked away, his tail twitching nervously. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. Prancer blinked, his heart skipping a beat as he heard the words. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but it wasn't that. "I'm sorry," Vixen repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

The chaos of the room began to blur, the lewd sounds of grunts, moans, and wet slaps fading into a distant hum. The musk of sweat and sex still lingered in the heavy air, but for Prancer and Vixen, the world around them seemed to dissolve as they stood near the hearth, their eyes locked in a shared moment of vulnerability. Prancer shifted awkwardly, his hooves twitching at his sides. His flushed cheeks and trembling tail betrayed the swirl of emotions bubbling inside him. Despite the residual ache in his body, his heart thudded louder than anything else. Vixen glanced away, his ears flicking back as his tail swished nervously. For the first time that night, the cocky smirk that usually graced his lips was nowhere to be found. Instead, his expression was tight, uncertain. "I, uh..." Vixen started, then trailed off, his hands clenching into fists before he let out a sharp exhale. "Look, I've been an asshole, okay? I know that."

Prancer tilted his head slightly, his ears flicking as he stared at Vixen. "Yeah," he said softly. "You have."

Vixen winced, but he didn't argue. Instead, he took a tentative step closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to get so bad between us. I just... I didn't know how else to deal with it."

"Deal with what?" Prancer asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Vixen hesitated, his gaze darting to the floor before meeting Prancer's again. "You," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Prancer blinked, his tail flicking sharply. "Me?"

Vixen nodded, his ears pinning back. "I've had... a thing for you," he said quietly, the words tumbling out in a rush. "All season. Hell, probably longer than that. I've just been too much of an idiot to say anything."

Prancer stared at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process the confession. "You... have a crush on me?"

"Yes," Vixen said firmly, as if saying it louder might make it less terrifying. "I've been watching you, Prancer. You're so goddamn hardworking, and you never complain, no matter how much shit gets thrown your way. You make me feel like I need to be better--like I want to be better."

Prancer's cheeks burned, his tail flicking nervously behind him. "Then why were you always so awful to me?"

Vixen let out a short, bitter laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Because I'm a coward," he admitted. "Whenever I wanted to talk to you, I'd get nervous, and instead of saying something decent, I'd blurt out something stupid. It was easier to be an asshole than risk you rejecting me."

Prancer frowned, his brows knitting together. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"I know," Vixen muttered, his shoulders slumping. "I screwed up. But..." He hesitated, his voice growing softer. "But I wanted to ask you out. I almost did. That night I went to your room."

Prancer's ears perked. "You came to my room?"

"Yeah," Vixen said, his voice laced with frustration. "I finally worked up the nerve to talk to you, but when I got there, you were leaving. It was late, and I didn't know what you were doing out so late, so..."

Prancer narrowed his eyes slightly. "So what?"

Vixen sighed, his tail flicking sharply behind him. "So I followed you," he admitted. "I know it was creepy, okay? But I was curious. And..." He trailed off, his expression tightening.

"And?" Prancer prompted, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I saw you," Vixen said quietly. "Heading to Santa's office."

Prancer stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. "So... so that's when you saw that?"

Vixen nodded, his gaze dark and unreadable. "Yeah. I didn't mean to spy, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to know why you'd go there so late." He paused, his voice dropping lower. "And then I saw what happened."

The words hung in the air, heavy and charged, as Prancer's stomach twisted into knots. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Vixen took another step closer, his voice softening. "I know I don't have any right to be upset, but... I couldn't stop thinking about it. About you. About why you'd do that."

Prancer's cheeks burned, his eyes darting to the floor. "I don't know what you think you saw..."

"I saw enough," Vixen said firmly. "And I don't care about what Santa does or doesn't do. I care about you."

Prancer's breath hitched, his eyes darting back to Vixen's. For a moment, the noise of the lodge faded entirely, leaving just the two of them standing there, hearts pounding and words unsaid.

Prancer's voice broke the silence, trembling with both fear and determination. "I need to tell me what you saw," he whispered, his words heavy with emotion. "I need to know that it was real, that it wasn't just... in my head. If you saw me, if you saw what he did, how he used me--please, Vixen, tell me. I need to hear it from someone else. I can't... I can't carry this alone anymore."

Vixen's jaw tightened as he glanced at Prancer, the younger reindeer trembling slightly under his gaze. "You sure you want to hear all of it?" Vixen asked, his voice low and heavy.

"Yes," Prancer whispered, his voice cracking. "Just... just tell me."

Vixen let out a sharp exhale, his ears flicking back as he began. "The door didn't close all the way, so I slipped in. I stayed in the shadows, right near the coat rack, where he couldn't see me. The only light came from the fire behind his desk. And then I heard him."

Prancer's stomach churned, his heart pounding in his chest as Vixen continued.

"`You know the drill,'" Vixen said, his voice dropping into a mocking imitation of Santa's gruff tone. "`Bend over and give me that tight little hole, you fucking reindeer slut.'"

Prancer's cheeks burned, his ears pinning back as shame coursed through him.

"He didn't even hesitate," Vixen said bitterly. "He shoved you down onto his desk like you were nothing, your chest pressed against the wood while he grabbed your hips. And the things he said..." Vixen's voice faltered for a moment before he forced himself to continue. "`This is all you're good for,' he growled. `You're not worth shit unless my dick's inside you.'"

Prancer's breath hitched, his tail twitching nervously behind him.

"His belly pressed against your back," Vixen continued, his voice trembling. "And gods, he was so rough. He just... shoved himself inside you without warning, without even asking if you were ready. You cried out, but he didn't stop. He just laughed."

Prancer's body tensed, his hands clenching into fists. "`That's it,' he said," Vixen went on, his golden eyes dark with anger. "`Cry for me, you little bitch. Let me hear you whimper while I ruin this pretty little hole.'" Tears pricked at Prancer's eyes, but he didn't look away. "He kept calling you names," Vixen said, his voice growing louder. "`My personal cum dump,' he called you. `My little reindeer fuck toy.' He told you you'd better make it tighter next time or he'd find someone else to fill this position--someone who could `take care of Santa properly.'" Prancer's knees buckled slightly, and he reached out to steady himself against the mantle. "And he didn't just fuck you," Vixen said, his tone hardening. "He used you. Like you were nothing but a hole for his pleasure. He slapped your ass, spit on you, and told you to thank him for letting you `be useful for once.'"

Prancer's face crumpled, his breathing shaky as he tried to hold himself together.

"And then," Vixen said, his voice shaking with fury, "when he finished--when he came inside you without even giving a damn how you felt--he slapped your ass and said, `Get back to work, you worthless little bitch. The sleigh's not going to fly itself.'" Prancer's tears finally spilled over, his body trembling as he stared at Vixen. "I couldn't move," Vixen admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was frozen. Watching him... watching you... I wanted to stop it, but I didn't. I just stood there, hidden in the shadows, while he treated you like... like..."

"Like a thing," Prancer finished hollowly.

Vixen nodded, his ears lowering. "Yeah. Like a thing. And I hated myself for not doing anything. For not pulling you out of there. For not stopping him."

The silence between them was deafening, the distant sounds of the orgy nothing but a dull hum in the background.

Prancer's voice cracked as he finally spoke. "Why are you telling me this now?"

Vixen's gaze softened, his voice steady as he replied, "Because you deserve better than that. You deserve better than him. Better than me."

Prancer wiped at his eyes, his shoulders trembling as he tried to steady himself. Vixen watched him cautiously, his own tail flicking nervously behind him. For all his bravado and cocky attitude, he looked unsure--almost afraid of what Prancer might say next. "You... you really just watched?" Prancer asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vixen flinched, his ears flicking back. "Yeah," he admitted. "I didn't know what to do. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Burst in and tell Santa to keep his dick to himself?"

Prancer frowned, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Maybe."

"I was scared," Vixen said, his voice cracking slightly. "Scared of him, scared of what he'd do to me if he found out I was there. And scared of what you'd think if you knew I was watching."

Prancer didn't respond right away, the weight of Vixen's words pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat, his emotions tangling together in a confusing mess of anger, shame, and... something else.

"I didn't want you to think I was just some perv spying on you," Vixen continued, his voice soft. "But I also couldn't look away. I couldn't stop thinking about how wrong it was--how wrong he was for treating you like that."

Prancer looked up at him, his eyes shimmering. "Why do you care so much?"

Vixen hesitated, his ears pinning back as his tail flicked nervously. "Because I..." He paused, taking a deep breath before meeting Prancer's gaze. "Because I like you, okay? I've liked you for a long time. But I didn't know how to tell you without making it weird. So instead, I acted like an idiot and treated you like shit. And now I can't stop thinking about how much I fucked everything up."

Prancer blinked, his ears twitching as he processed Vixen's confession. "You... like me?"

"Yes," Vixen said firmly, his voice trembling slightly. "I like you. I admire you. I've watched you bust your ass all season, and I've wanted to tell you a million times how incredible you are. But every time I tried, I panicked and said something stupid instead."

Prancer's cheeks flushed, his tail flicking uncertainly behind him. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Vixen said quickly. "I just... I needed you to know. I needed you to hear it from me, even if it doesn't change anything."

For a long moment, they just stood there, the silence between them thick and heavy. The sounds of the orgy around them had faded into a distant hum, barely registering as they stared at each other.

Finally, Prancer took a step closer, his voice soft as he asked, "Why now?"

"Because I couldn't stand the thought of you thinking you're worthless," Vixen said quietly. "You're not. You're amazing, Prancer. And if he can't see that, then fuck him."

Prancer's lips twitched, a small, tentative smile breaking through his lingering sadness. "You mean that?"

"Every word," Vixen said firmly.

Prancer hesitated, his heart racing as he stared into Vixen's eyes. The older reindeer looked genuinely vulnerable, his usual cocky exterior stripped away to reveal the uncertainty and regret underneath.

"I don't know if I can forgive you," Prancer said softly, his voice trembling. "But I... I think I want to try."

Vixen's ears perked slightly, his golden eyes widening. "You do?"

Prancer nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Yeah. But you've got to stop being such an ass."

Vixen let out a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing as a faint smile crossed his lips. "Deal," he murmured.

Before either of them could second-guess themselves, Prancer leaned in, his lips brushing against Vixen's in a tentative, hesitant kiss. Vixen froze for a moment, his breath hitching, before he responded, his hooves gently gripping Prancer's hips as he deepened the kiss.

It started slow and tender, but quickly grew heated as weeks of pent-up tension melted away. Prancer's hands slid up to grip Vixen's shoulders, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together. Their lips moved hungrily, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment.

Across the room, Cupid glanced over from where he was sandwiched between the twins. His soft, affectionate smile spread across his flushed face as he watched Prancer and Vixen kissing.

"About time," he murmured, his voice muffled as Blitzen's cock pressed against his lips.

Blitzen chuckled, running a hand through Cupid's fur. "Don't get distracted," he teased. "We're not done with you yet." Cupid smirked, leaning forward to take Blitzen's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as Donder thrust into him from behind. His muffled moans vibrated around Blitzen's shaft, drawing a low growl from the reindeer above him.

"Good boy," Donder rumbled, his hands gripping Cupid's hips tightly as he thrust deeper. "You always take us so well."

On the other side of the room, Dancer was still riding Dasher's cock, his hands gripping the team leader's shoulders as he moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Dasher's gaze flicked over to Prancer and Vixen, catching sight of their heated makeout session. "Well, I'll be damned," Dasher muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "You were right, Dancer."

Dancer raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder to see what Dasher was talking about. He laughed softly, his tail flicking as he saw Prancer and Vixen kissing near the hearth. "Told you," Dancer said with a grin, turning back to Dasher. "All it took was a little push."

Dasher snorted, his hands sliding down to grip Dancer's hips. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"You love it," Dancer replied, his voice teasing as he shifted his hips, grinding Dasher's cock against his prostate. His moan was low and breathy, his body trembling as he rode the older reindeer with increasing fervour.

Dasher groaned, his grip tightening as he thrust upward, meeting Dancer's movements with a newfound intensity. "You're lucky you're good at this," he growled, his lips twitching into a smirk.

"Lucky?" Dancer echoed, his grin widening as he leaned down to kiss Dasher's neck. "I think you mean talented."

The sounds of the orgy filled the room again, the sounds of moans, grunts, and wet slaps blending with the scent of musk and sweat. Prancer and Vixen's kiss lingered, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in each other, while Cupid, Dancer, and the others continued to revel in the chaos of the night. The raucous symphony of the lodge--the wet slaps of flesh, the groans, the breathless cries of reindeer in rut--was abruptly cut by a strangled, high-pitched noise that sounded like an elf choking on his last breath. Every head turned, ears swivelling toward the dark corner of the room.

"What the fuck was that?" Donder muttered, his thrusts into Cupid halting as everyone began to shift, the energy of the room suddenly fractured by the unsettling sound.

All eyes landed on the shadowed corner, where Comet loomed over Gabe's small frame. The little elf's body trembled violently as he braced himself against the wall, his face contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy. Comet was buried halfway inside him, his massive cock stretching the elf's tiny hole to its absolute limit.

The scene was almost surreal. Comet's thick, mottled shaft gleamed in the dim light, slick with spit and the faintest hint of blood, while Gabe's stomach bulged obscenely, the unmistakable outline of Comet's cock pressing outward as it rearranged his insides. "Keep it down," Comet growled, his voice low and dangerous as he gripped Gabe's narrow hips, holding him steady as he pushed in another inch. "You're the one who begged for this, remember?"

Gabe let out a strangled whimper, his tiny dick completely soft as tears streamed down his flushed face. "I-I can't," he stammered, his voice cracking. "It's--It's too much!"

"You wanted to be ruined," Comet sneered, his golden eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Well, congratulations, little elf. You're getting exactly what you asked for." With a sharp thrust, Comet pushed in deeper, his cock disappearing inch by agonising inch as Gabe cried out, his voice high and broken. His small hands clawed at the wall, his body trembling violently as his stomach stretched further, the distended bulge of Comet's cock pressing visibly against his skin.

"Oh my gods," Blitzen murmured, his eyes wide as he watched the scene unfold. "Is that... is that his cock in his stomach?"

"Fucking hell," Donder muttered, his jaw dropping.

Cupid's cheeks flushed, his tail flicking nervously as he glanced between the others. "Should we... should we stop him?"

Dasher stepped forward, his arms crossed as he surveyed the scene with a sharp, appraising gaze. "Comet," he barked, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Comet glanced over his shoulder, his golden eyes narrowing as his hands tightened on Gabe's hips. "What does it look like?" he said flatly. "I'm giving the little bitch exactly what he begged for."

Gabe whimpered, his knees buckling as Comet shoved another few centimetres inside him. "P-Please," he gasped, his voice barely audible.

Comet sneered, leaning down to growl in Gabe's ear. "You said you wanted to be ruined," he hissed. "Said you wanted my cock to wreck you so badly you'd never close up again. Well, guess what, Gabe? You don't get to back out now." Gabe let out a sharp cry, his body arching as Comet pushed in further, the bulge in his stomach growing more pronounced with each agonising centimetre. The room was deathly silent except for the wet, obscene sounds of Comet's cock stretching the elf's hole and the pitiful whimpers escaping Gabe's lips.

"Comet," Dasher said warningly, stepping closer.

"I've got this under control, Dasher," Comet snapped, his tone sharp. "The little bitch can take it."

Gabe let out another choked sob, his fingers clawing desperately at the wall as he struggled to adjust to the sheer size of Comet's cock. His body was trembling violently, sweat dripping down his flushed face as his breaths came in ragged gasps.

The lodge was filled with an oppressive tension, every eye fixed on the dark corner as Comet continued to push, his cock inching deeper into the elf's trembling body. Comet's hands tightened on Gabe's trembling hips, his golden eyes narrowing as he pushed forward without mercy. The elf's cries grew louder, higher, as centimetre after centimetre of Comet's massive cock forced its way inside, stretching his tiny body to the brink.

"No--please--too much!" Gabe stammered, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his flushed face.

"Shut up," Comet growled, his tone cold and unyielding. "You wanted this. You begged for it. Now take it, bitch."

With a brutal thrust, Comet buried himself to the hilt, his massive cock fully seated inside the whimpering elf. Gabe's belly bulged obscenely, the unmistakable outline of Comet's length pressing against his stretched skin. The room fell silent again, the other reindeer watching in stunned fascination as Gabe's screams dissolved into broken whimpers, his small hands clawing weakly at Comet's thighs. His tiny dick was completely soft, dripping uselessly as his body convulsed around the overwhelming intrusion.

"Comet, that's enough," Dasher barked, stepping forward. "He can't take it. You're going to break him."

Comet turned his head slowly, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and defiance. "He's fine," he said flatly, his hands gripping Gabe's hips tighter as he adjusted his stance. "Aren't you, Gabe?"

Gabe let out a pitiful whimper, his head lolling forward as he tried to catch his breath. His voice was barely audible as he choked out, "Y-Yeah... I'm... f-fine."

Comet smirked, giving a sharp thrust that made Gabe cry out again. "See?" he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "The little bitch is loving it."

The others exchanged uneasy glances, but none of them moved to intervene as Comet rolled his hips, grinding into Gabe's stretched hole with unrelenting force. The elf's body twitched violently, his whimpers turning into sobs as he tried--and failed--to adjust to the sheer size of the cock buried inside him. Comet groaned, his hands sliding up to grip Gabe's waist as he leaned back slightly, the bulge of his cock pressing visibly against the elf's stomach. "Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight."

Gabe let out a choked sob, his trembling voice breaking as he whimpered, "T-Thank you..."

Comet chuckled darkly, his golden eyes glinting with amusement. "That's more like it," he said, thrusting again just to hear the little elf cry out. Satisfied, Comet turned his gaze to the rest of the room, his smirk widening. "This is supposed to be an orgy," he announced, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip. "And I'm owed a bukkake. So, come on--cover me and my little bitch in cum already."

Gabe's head lolled back against Comet's chest, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he panted for breath. Despite the tears streaming down his face and the tremors wracking his body, his lips parted in a weak, shaky smile. "Y-Yeah..." Gabe whispered, his voice hoarse. "C-Cover us... in cum."

The room erupted into motion as the reindeer began to close in, their cocks already hard and leaking as they surrounded Comet and Gabe. The air grew heavier with the scent of sweat and musk, the raw energy of the orgy surging back to life as hands began to stroke and cocks began to drip, the promise of release drawing them together like moths to a flame. The lodge was still filled with the smell of sweat and sex, the humid air thick with the overwhelming scent of reindeer musk, precum, and slick. Bodies moved in tandem, the slap of flesh against flesh mixing with moans, growls, and the breathless cries of pleasure and pain. The room's chaotic energy pulsed with unbridled lust, drawing every participant deeper into their primal desires.

Prancer turned to Vixen, his cheeks still burning from their earlier confession. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest before he spoke, his voice barely audible over the sounds surrounding them. "Do you... want to share?" His gaze flicked downward to his own cock, already slick with precum, twitching as it waited for attention.

Vixen blinked, taken aback, his tail swishing nervously. "Share?" he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. He followed Prancer's gaze, his golden eyes widening as understanding dawned. "I--uh--yeah, I'd like that." Prancer reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he wrapped his hand around both of their shafts, pressing them together. The contrast was striking--Prancer's smaller, slimmer cock against Vixen's thicker, darker one. His hand moved tentatively at first, stroking them in tandem, his palm sliding over their slick lengths. Vixen groaned softly, his body leaning into Prancer's touch as the tension between them shifted into something raw and electric.

Across the room, Dasher and Dancer had settled into a different rhythm. Dancer bent over the armchair, his hands gripping the sides as he arched his back, presenting himself for his boss. Dasher leaned over him, his cock sliding slowly into the smaller reindeer's slick hole. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, his frustration melting away with each slow thrust. "That's better," Dancer murmured, his voice trembling as Dasher filled him. "You're not mad anymore, are you, boss?"

Dasher groaned, his hands gripping Dancer's hips tightly as he began to move. "Never at you," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "And no. Not anymore."

Dancer smiled, his tail flicking as he pressed back against Dasher's thrusts. "Good," he whispered. "Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good."

On the far side of the room, Cupid was sandwiched between the twins, his flushed body trembling as he gasped and moaned beneath their attention. Donder's cock was buried deep inside him, his thrusts slow but powerful as he gripped Cupid's slim hips. Blitzen knelt in front of Cupid, his cock sliding into the smaller reindeer's mouth, the wet sounds of sucking and slurping filling the air. "You're such a good boy," Donder murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Always so eager to take us both."

Blitzen chuckled, running a hand through Cupid's fur as he thrust shallowly into his mouth. "You've got the sweetest little hole, lover boy," he murmured. "Let's see how you handle both of us at once." With practiced ease, the twins adjusted their positions, Donder sliding in first before Blitzen pressed the head of his cock against Cupid's stretched entrance.

"Relax," Donder whispered, stroking Cupid's sides. "You've got this." Cupid gasped, his body trembling as both cocks filled his asshole, stretching him further than he thought possible. His head fell back against Donder's shoulder, his lips parting in a breathless moan as the twins began to move in perfect synchronization.

At the centre of it all, Comet was entirely lost in his own world. Gabe's trembling body was impaled on his massive cock, the little elf's screams of pain and pleasure echoing through the lodge. Comet didn't care. His golden eyes gleamed with primal hunger as he gripped Gabe's narrow waist, his massive hands nearly engulfing the elf's tiny frame. "You're already ruined," Comet growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Might as well enjoy it." Gabe sobbed, his voice broken as his body trembled violently. His stomach bulged obscenely, the outline of Comet's cock pressing against his skin with each brutal thrust. Comet's grip tightened as he adjusted his stance, one hand sliding up to grab Gabe's chest. With a grunt, he began using the elf's body like a toy, dragging him up and down his length as if Gabe were nothing more than a living masturbator.

Gabe cried out, his head lolling forward as tears streamed down his flushed face. "C-Can't," he whimpered, his voice barely audible. "Too much..."

"Shut up," Comet snapped, his golden eyes narrowing as he thrust harder. "You begged for this, remember? Said you wanted to be ruined. Well, now you're getting exactly what you asked for."

The other reindeer glanced over briefly, their attention flickering to the brutal display before turning back to their own partners. Dasher's grip on Dancer's hips tightened as he caught sight of Comet dragging the elf up and down his cock, the obscene sight spurring him to thrust harder into Dancer's trembling body. "You're such a damn show-off, Comet," Dasher muttered under his breath, though his focus quickly shifted back to the smaller reindeer beneath him.

Near the hearth, Prancer's hand moved faster over his and Vixen's cocks, their breaths mingling as they leaned into each other. The tension between them had melted away entirely, replaced by raw, undeniable need. "I've wanted this for so long," Vixen admitted, his voice low and shaky.

"Me too," Prancer whispered, his cheeks flushing as he leaned in to kiss him again. The younger reindeer's breaths came in shallow pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his hand continued to move over his and Vixen's slick cocks. Their bodies were pressed together, their movements perfectly in sync as they stroked and moaned, the chaotic sounds of the room fading into the background. "Vixen," Prancer murmured, his voice trembling slightly as he glanced up at the older reindeer.

Vixen's golden eyes softened as they met Prancer's, his hand moving to rest on the younger reindeer's hip. "What is it?" he asked gently, his voice low and filled with uncharacteristic warmth.

Prancer hesitated, his cheeks flushing deeper as he averted his gaze. "I want you to... to fuck me," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of wet slaps and moans.

Vixen blinked, his ears flicking back slightly. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone cautious.

Prancer nodded quickly, his eyes darting back to Vixen's. "Yeah," he said softly. "I want it. I want you."

Vixen's heart raced as he nodded, his hand sliding down to grip Prancer's hips. "Okay," he murmured. "But if it hurts or if you want me to stop--"

"I'll tell you," Prancer interrupted, his voice firm. "Just... please."

Vixen's lips twitched into a faint smile as he guided Prancer to his knees, positioning him on all fours. He leaned over the younger reindeer, his cock pressing against Prancer's slick entrance. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. "I've got you." Prancer gasped as Vixen began to slide inside, the older reindeer's thick length stretching him slowly but steadily. His body trembled, his tail flicking wildly as he adjusted to the intrusion, his breaths coming in short, shallow pants. "You feel incredible," Vixen whispered, his hands gripping Prancer's hips as he began to move. Their bodies moved together in a slow, steady rhythm, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other.

Across the room, Cupid was a blubbering mess. The sweet, submissive reindeer was sandwiched between the twins, his body trembling violently as Donder and Blitzen moved in perfect unison. While Donder's cock was buried deep inside him, slamming against his prostate with every thrust, Blitzen pulled out kissing him deeply, his tongue exploring Cupid's mouth with slow, deliberate intensity.

"Gods," Cupid gasped, his voice high and trembling as he tried to form coherent words. "S-So... good... it's so... oh, fuck..."

Blitzen chuckled, pulling back just enough to nip at Cupid's bottom lip. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Cupid nodded frantically, his head lolling back against Donder's shoulder. "Y-Yes," he stammered, his words slurring as his body shuddered violently. "Love it... love you both... oh, gods..."

Donder grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Cupid's neck. "You're such a good boy," he murmured, his voice dripping with affection. "Taking both of us so well."

Blitzen's golden eyes gleamed as he cupped Cupid's face, his thumbs brushing over the smaller reindeer's flushed cheeks. "You're perfect," he whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. "So sweet... so perfect..."

Cupid whimpered, his legs trembling as Donder's thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate. "D-Don't stop," he begged, his voice cracking. "Please, don't stop..."

"We're not stopping," Donder assured him, his hands gripping Cupid's waist tightly as he continued to move. "Not until you're completely fucked. If it weren't for the rules of the games, we wouldn't stop until you were leaking our cum from your well fucked hole." Blitzen smirked, his hand sliding down to stroke Cupid's cock as he kissed him again, their tongues tangling as the sweet reindeer moaned into his mouth. Cupid's body arched, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he mumbled incoherently between kisses, his mind too foggy with pleasure to form complete sentences.

Meanwhile, Comet continued his relentless assault on Gabe, the little elf's body trembling violently as he was dragged up and down the massive reindeer's cock. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, a stark contrast to Cupid's sweet, breathless moans and Prancer and Vixen's tender murmurs.

The chaotic symphony of the lodge hit a crescendo as Cupid's trembling cries grew louder, his voice breaking as his body shuddered violently between the twins. Donder and Blitzen moved in perfect unison, their cocks thrusting deep into his stretched hole, slamming against his prostate with each motion. Cupid's legs trembled, his knees buckling as the relentless double stimulation pushed him past the brink of coherence.

"I--oh gods, I'm--so close!" Cupid wailed, his voice high and desperate. His head lolled back, his flushed face glistening with sweat as his hands clawed at Donder's chest for stability. "I can't--oh fuck--I'm gonna--"

Both twins exchanged a mischievous grin and pushed in and then pulled out simultaneously, leaving Cupid gasping, his trembling body barely able to stand.

"Not yet, lover boy," Donder murmured, his voice teasing as he gripped Cupid's waist to steady him.

Blitzen chuckled, brushing Cupid's damp hair out of his face. "We're not done with you yet," he whispered, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the smaller reindeer's lips.

Together, the twins helped Cupid to his feet, their hands supporting his trembling frame as they guided him toward the centre of the room. Cupid moaned softly, his cock twitching violently as Donder and Blitzen stroked him in tandem, their hands slick with precum as they worked him to the edge.

"Come on, sweetheart," Donder murmured, his golden eyes gleaming as he kissed Cupid's neck. "Let it all out."

Blitzen's grin widened as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with playful affection. "Cover them, lover boy. Make a mess." Cupid's breath hitched, his body arching as the twins pushed him over the edge. His cock pulsed violently, ropes of hot, sticky cum shooting out in messy, erratic bursts.

Comet laughed as the first streak hit his chest, the sticky fluid splattering across his dark fur. "That's it," he growled, his golden eyes gleaming as he glanced down at Gabe. "Take it, little bitch."

Gabe whimpered as another burst of Cupid's cum landed squarely on his face, splattering across his eye. He let out a sharp cry, his hands clawing weakly at Comet's chest. "It burns!" he gasped, his voice cracking.

Comet smirked, his hips never faltering as he continued to fuck Gabe mercilessly. "Quit whining," he muttered, his tone dripping with amusement. "You wanted to be covered, didn't you?" Gabe's protests dissolved into broken whimpers, his trembling body convulsing as Comet dragged him up and down his massive cock, using him like a toy.

Meanwhile, Cupid let out a breathless moan, his body sagging against Donder's chest as Blitzen stroked the last few drops from his twitching cock. "Good boy," Donder murmured, kissing Cupid's temple. "You did so well."

Blitzen chuckled, running a hand through Cupid's damp fur. "You're amazing, lover boy," he said softly, his golden eyes gleaming with affection. Cupid let out a soft, trembling sigh, his lips curving into a weak smile as he leaned against the twins for support. The three of them stood together for a moment, their bodies pressed close as the chaotic energy of the lodge surged around them. Then the twins gently laid Cupid down on the rug, his trembling body still slick with sweat and cum. Donder brushed a soft kiss against Cupid's forehead, his hand sliding down to stroke his brother's cock, which twitched eagerly under his touch.

Blitzen grinned, his golden eyes gleaming as he mirrored the motion, wrapping his hand around Donder's thick shaft. "Let's give them a real show," Blitzen murmured, his voice low and teasing as he began stroking Donder in time with the rhythmic slide of his own hand. Cupid let out a soft whimper, his glassy eyes fluttering as he watched the twins pleasure each other, their slick hands moving in perfect synchronization. The sight of them--muscular bodies pressed together, their breaths hitching as they worked toward their peaks--was enough to keep him trembling in blissful, exhausted awe.

Across the room, Dasher's growls filled the air, his breath ragged as he pulled out of Dancer's tight, trembling hole. Dancer's body sagged forward onto the armchair, his soft whimpers muffled by the cushions as Dasher stood tall, his cock twitching violently as he gripped it in his hand. With a sharp grunt, Dasher's release hit like a thunderclap. Thick ropes of hot, sticky cum shot forward, splattering across Comet's broad chest and dripping down onto Gabe's trembling body. The elf let out a weak cry as the boss reindeer's load covered him, streaking his flushed face and bulging stomach as Comet continued to use him like a toy. Dasher groaned, his hand still working his shaft as more cum erupted, the heavy spurts mixing with the mess Cupid had already made. His chest heaved as he panted, his golden eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene before him. "This is still a bad idea," Dasher muttered, his voice low and gravelly. He wiped a hand across his sweat-slicked brow, his gaze locking onto Gabe's cum-soaked face. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "But damn if the little bastard doesn't look like he's right where he belongs--impaled on dick and covered in jizz."

Gabe whimpered, his tiny body trembling as he weakly wiped at his face, only for Comet to laugh and shove him down further onto his cock. "Don't stop now," Comet growled, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're still not full, are you?"

The twins exchanged a heated glance, their golden eyes glowing with unspoken agreement. Without hesitation, Donder leaned in, capturing Blitzen's lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Their bodies pressed together, their slick cocks sliding against each other as their tongues tangled, their breaths coming in short, heated gasps. Cupid whimpered softly, his glazed eyes fluttering as he watched the display, his cock twitching weakly despite his exhaustion. Donder finally broke the kiss, his lips glistening as he murmured against Blitzen's mouth, "Let's give them something to really remember."

Blitzen grinned, his hands sliding down to grip Donder's hips as he whispered, "Always, brother. Always."

The tension between the twins mounted as their hands moved faster, their cocks slick and throbbing in their tight grips. Donder and Blitzen's lips parted from their heated kiss, their golden eyes locking as their breaths came in ragged gasps. "Let's finish this," Donder growled, his voice low and gravelly, his hand stroking Blitzen's shaft with renewed urgency.

"Together," Blitzen murmured, his grin widening as his hand worked Donder's cock in tandem, their synchronized strokes building to an inevitable peak. They turned toward the centre of the room, where Comet's cock continued to brutalize Gabe's trembling body. The elf's bulging stomach glistened with sweat and cum, his whimpers drowned out by the obscene wet slaps of Comet's relentless thrusts.

With a sharp grunt, Donder came first, thick ropes of cum shooting out in powerful bursts, splattering across Comet's chest and streaking down onto Gabe's flushed face. The elf let out a sharp cry, his small hands clawing weakly at Comet's broad shoulders as Blitzen followed a second later, his release cross-firing over Comet's fur and drenching Gabe in another wave of sticky, hot seed. "Fuck, yeah," Blitzen groaned, his head falling back as his cock twitched in Donder's grip, the last few spurts painting Comet's abs. Gabe whimpered, his body trembling violently as the twins' cum dripped down his face and chest, mixing with the mess already coating him. His tiny dick remained soft, completely overwhelmed by the sheer force of the reindeer dominating him.

Donder grinned, stepping closer and gripping Gabe's chin, tilting his cum-soaked face upward. "Clean me up, little elf," he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery as he guided his cock to Gabe's trembling lips.

Comet growled, his hands gripping Gabe's hips tightly as he thrust deeper, his cock bulging the elf's stomach even more. "Better do what he says," Comet sneered, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're already ruined--might as well be useful."

Gabe let out a weak whimper, his lips parting hesitantly as Donder slid his still-twitching cock into his mouth. The elf's small hands gripped Donder's thighs for balance as he began to suck, his tongue swirling around the shaft as he tried to clean every drop of cum from the reindeer's length.

"That's it," Donder murmured, his hand tangling in Gabe's damp hair as he guided his movements. "Good boy."

When Donder finally pulled away, Blitzen stepped forward, gripping Gabe's chin with a smirk. "My turn, little bitch," he said, his tone playful but commanding as he pressed his cock to Gabe's swollen lips. Gabe whimpered again, his tongue darting out to lick the head before he took Blitzen's cock into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked diligently. The twins exchanged a satisfied grin as they watched the elf work, his small frame trembling under Comet's brutal thrusts.

When Blitzen finally pulled away, the twins turned their attention back to Cupid, who lay sprawled on the rug, his chest rising and falling in shallow, contented breaths. They collapsed on either side of him, their arms wrapping around his smaller frame as they nuzzled against his neck and shoulders. "You're amazing, lover boy," Donder murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Cupid's temple.

Blitzen chuckled, his lips brushing against Cupid's cheek. "So sweet," he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. "Our perfect little angel."

Cupid let out a soft, blissful sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted into their embrace. "I love you both," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"And we love you," Donder replied, his tone warm and tender. The three of them lay together, their bodies entwined as the chaos of the lodge swirled around them, their shared moment of intimacy a stark contrast to the raw, primal energy filling the room.

Prancer and Vixen were still lost in their own world, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, the tension between them fully transformed into raw passion. Prancer gasped, his hands clutching at Vixen's shoulders as the older reindeer thrust into him, each movement drawing soft, needy cries from the younger.

"Time to wrap this up," came Dancer's teasing voice from behind them. Both reindeer turned their flushed faces toward him, their breaths hitching as they realized the attention was now on them.

Dancer grinned, his sleek body still glistening from his earlier session. "You two look like you've got plenty left to give," he said, jerking his head toward the centre of the room where Comet still had Gabe impaled on his massive cock. "Come on. Let's finish this properly." Prancer and Vixen exchanged a glance, their faces flushing deeper, but they nodded and followed Dancer toward the chaos at the centre of the lodge.

Comet was relentless, his hands gripping Gabe's trembling body as he used the elf like a living toy, dragging him up and down his thick shaft with brutal efficiency. Gabe's whimpers and cries echoed through the room, his bulging stomach glistening with sweat and cum as his body trembled violently.

Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen stepped into the circle, their cocks throbbing as they took in the sight of the elf's stretched, trembling frame. The sounds of Comet's brutal thrusts filled the air, wet and obscene, mixing with Gabe's broken whimpers as the three reindeer joined the gathering.

Dancer was the first to step forward, his hand stroking his cock as he positioned himself over Comet and Gabe. "You've earned this, Comet," he said with a grin, his voice low and teasing as his cock twitched in anticipation. Prancer followed, his cheeks burning as he glanced at Vixen before stepping into position. Vixen smirked, his golden eyes gleaming as he joined them, his hand moving faster over his shaft as he watched the scene unfold. The three of them stroked themselves to the edge, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they aimed their throbbing cocks toward Comet and Gabe. With a series of sharp cries and low groans, their releases hit in quick succession, thick ropes of cum splattering across the elf's trembling body and Comet's broad chest.

The warm, sticky fluid dripped down Gabe's flushed face and bulging stomach, mixing with the mess already coating him. The elf let out a weak whimper, his head lolling forward as his body trembled violently. As the last of the cum splashed onto them, Comet let out a deep, guttural growl, his hands tightening on Gabe's hips as his thrusts became erratic. "Here it comes, little bitch," he snarled, his golden eyes narrowing as his cock twitched violently.

Gabe's eyes widened in horror, his breath catching as he let out a sharp cry. "N-No! Please, I--"

Comet cut him off with a brutal thrust, his cock buried to the hilt as he came, hot waves of reindeer jizz flooding the elf's trembling body. Gabe screamed as his stomach stretched even further, the bulge growing obscenely as Comet's release filled him completely.

The lodge erupted in cheers as the other reindeer watched the spectacle, their voices a chaotic mix of admiration and teasing as Comet emptied himself into the helpless elf. Gabe's cries grew weaker, his head lolling forward as his trembling body sagged against Comet's chest. His breaths came in shallow gasps, his soft whimpers barely audible over the sound of Comet's grunts.

As the last wave of cum spilled into him, Gabe's body finally gave out. His eyes fluttered shut, his limp frame collapsing against Comet as he blacked out, the overwhelming sensations too much for him to endure. Before unconsciousness claimed him, Gabe's lips parted, his voice faint but filled with a blissful sincerity. "Best fuck of my life," he murmured, his breath hitching as a weak smile tugged at his lips. "Thanks, Comet..."

Comet chuckled darkly, his hands still gripping Gabe's waist as he leaned back slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Guess he wasn't ready for the big leagues after all," he muttered, his tone dripping with amusement.

The other reindeer laughed and cheered, their voices echoing through the lodge as they celebrated the end of the games in their own debauched style.

Epilogue

The lodge was a wreck. The heavy scent of musk, sweat, and cum hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of spiked cider left to stagnate in mugs scattered across the room. Dasher woke first, stretching his aching limbs and surveying the carnage with a bemused shake of his head.

Another Reindeer Games in the books.

He stepped carefully over the mess, his hooves avoiding sticky patches on the floor as he made his way deeper into the room. He paused when his eyes landed on a familiar pair curled up together near the fire. Prancer and Vixen lay entangled, their fur damp with sweat and streaked with cum, their bodies pressed so tightly together it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. Vixen's arm was draped protectively over Prancer's side, his hand resting on the younger reindeer's chest. Prancer, in turn, had his face buried against Vixen's neck, his soft snores audible even over the faint crackle of the dying fire. Dasher's sharp eyes caught the half-hard length of Vixen's cock still nestled against Prancer's swollen, leaking hole, a thick puddle of cum pooling beneath them.

Dasher let out a soft snort, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and relief. "About damn time," he muttered under his breath. Whatever tension had been brewing between the two for the past season had clearly worked itself out--though not without leaving a rather sticky reminder. Satisfied that they had finally sorted things, Dasher continued his inspection of the lodge. He stepped around upended furniture and discarded mugs, pausing when he reached the centre of the room. There, sprawled across the rug, was Gabe, finally slipped off Comet's cock after hours of brutal use. The elf's body was completely limp, his small frame trembling even in unconsciousness.

Dasher's sharp eyes caught the horrifying details: Gabe's hole was still gaped wide, the muscles unable to close, cum oozing steadily from the stretched opening, streaked faintly with blood. The lead reindeer sighed, his expression darkening. He knew elves weren't built to take reindeer like Comet, and yet... here they were. Again.

With a grunt, Dasher turned on his heel, pulled on his coat, and headed out of the lodge. The air was brisk and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before. Snow crunched under his hooves as he walked the short path to Santa's office, his mind spinning with the mess he had to clean up.

Prancer's confession lingered in his thoughts. Vixen had seen it, but Prancer had confirmed everything last night. Santa had fucked him. Used him. Dasher's chest tightened at the memory of Prancer's trembling voice, the shame in his eyes. "I just wanted to keep my spot," the young reindeer had said. And Dasher knew he wasn't the only one.

Then there was Gabe, sprawled on the rug, his gaped and leaking hole a grim testament to what reindeer like Comet could do to someone so fragile. But for the first time in years, Comet had found someone who mattered to him, someone who seemed to thrive under his possessive attention. Dasher sighed. He'd need to make sure they could handle what they'd started--if Gabe could handle it at all.

But first, Dasher needed to deal with Santa. That fat bastard had crossed too many lines for too long, and it was time someone put a stop to it. Reaching Santa's office, Dasher paused. The door was partially ajar, warm light spilling out onto the snow. He frowned and stepped closer, catching the sound of muffled cries and harsh grunts. Peering inside, he froze, his breath hitching in disbelief.

Santa Claus was balls-deep in a young reindeer--a mere pup, no older than 18, his small antlers barely breaking through his velvety coat. The poor thing was draped over Santa's desk, sobbing and crying out, "Please, sir, slow down!"

Santa's booming voice cut through the boy's pleas, laced with venom and mockery. "Shut the fuck up and take it," he growled, his massive gut pressing against the pup's trembling back. "You want a spot on the sleigh team, don't you? This is how you earn it."

The young reindeer whimpered, his small frame shaking as he sobbed, "Y-Yes, sir. Anything you want."

Dasher's stomach turned as the pup lifted his head, his tear-streaked face catching the light. The shiny red glow of his nose was unmistakable. Dasher cleared his throat loudly, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. Santa froze mid-thrust, his jolly face twisted in annoyance as he turned to glare at his lead reindeer. "Get the fuck out," he barked, his voice sharp. "We'll talk later."

"No," Dasher said firmly, his voice cold. "We'll talk now."

Santa snorted, resuming his brutal pace inside the crying pup. "Fine. Spit it out, Dasher. I'm listening."

Dasher's jaw tightened as he stepped further into the room. "The elf of the year, Gabe? He helped us celebrate the Reindeer Games last night."

Santa's thrusts faltered, his brows furrowing in irritation. "And?"

Dasher's voice didn't waver. "And Comet fucked him. Ruined him. He's gaped so wide he probably won't close up properly again."

Santa let out a roar of anger, slamming harder into the young buck; who cried out in pain. "This is exactly why I banned you from fucking the elves!" Santa bellowed. "They're too fragile! Ruins production!"

Dasher scoffed, stepping closer to the desk. "And what about reindeer?" he snapped, his voice sharp. "It ruins our morale for you to fuck us too."

Santa glared, his jolly features twisted with fury. "You think I--"

Dasher cut him off. "Don't deny it. You're balls-deep in a pup who has no business being on your desk, let alone under you."

The young reindeer whimpered, looking up at Dasher with wide, terrified eyes. "D-Dasher, sir..."

Santa growled, his hands gripping the young pup's hips tighter. "What do you want, Dasher? Get to the point."

Dasher's voice was steady, calm, and deadly serious. "Gabe gets transferred to the lodge. He's ours now--our personal elf. He'll clean our spaces, maintain the lodge, and be our... entertainment."

Santa grunted, his thrusts quickening as he growled, "Fine."

Dasher took a step closer. "Second, the elf of the year? They're ours every year from now on. You can have every other elf, but the best one belongs to us."

Santa's pace faltered, his face growing redder with fury. "You're pushing your luck, buck."

Dasher didn't flinch. "Third," he said firmly, his voice colder now, "you stop fucking reindeer."

Santa's hollow laugh echoed through the office as he slammed into the young reindeer one final time, his massive gut shaking as he came with a roar. The young reindeer cried out, his body slumping limply over the desk as Santa pulled out roughly, his thick cock dripping with cum.

"Who's going to make me?" Santa sneered, his tone dripping with defiance.

Dasher stepped forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over the desk. His sharp antlers gleamed in the firelight as he fixed Santa with a cold, unwavering glare. "I know about Prancer," he said evenly, his voice steady. "And I just saw you fuck red nose here." He gestured toward the trembling young reindeer slumped over the desk. "I'll tell Mrs. Claus. You think she doesn't already suspect?"

Santa paused mid-step, his face a strange mix of fury and apprehension. Then, with a grunt of exertion, the fat man waddled out from behind the desk, his pants still pooled around his ankles and his bloated cock dripping cum. His massive belly sagged forward, jiggling slightly with every movement, and his red suspenders hung limply against his broad, heaving chest.

The sight of him was grotesque. His beard, once pristine and white, was stained yellow at the edges from years of pipe smoke. His rosy cheeks, which once seemed jolly, now looked more like the permanent redness of a drunkard who'd spent one too many nights with a bottle of rum.

"Get off your fucking high horse," Santa growled, his voice low and venomous. "You're the ones ruining everything. That elf of the year was supposed to be mine. Now I can't even enjoy him because you stupid reindeer jocks can't keep your dicks in your pants!"

Dasher's lip curled in disgust, but his voice remained calm. "Spare me the lecture, fat man," he snapped. "You're one to talk about ruining things. You've got half the lodge wondering how many elves you've bent over your desk and a team full of reindeer who hate your guts." He gestured toward the young buck, who whimpered softly, still shaking from the brutal fuck. "And you're balls-deep in a pup who doesn't even have his antlers yet."

Santa puffed out his chest, his face growing redder. "What makes you think Mrs. Claus would even believe you? You think you're better than me, Dasher?" he barked. "You think you can stand there and--"

"Better than you?" Dasher cut him off with a sharp laugh, his voice dripping with mockery. "I've been fucking Mrs. Claus for three centuries, fat man. Giving her what you never could. You know, actually filling her. That tight, neglected cunt practically cries with relief every time I dick her. She moans my name while you're down here playing with elves and reindeer like the perverted old bastard you are. Hell, I bet she couldn't pick your wrinkled dick out of a lineup if she tried."

Santa's face twisted in rage, his fists clenching at his sides. "You bastard--"

"Oh, don't act surprised," Dasher said, stepping closer, his towering frame forcing Santa to take a step back. "You think she hasn't noticed the way you avoid her? The way you're more interested in stuffing things besides stockings? She's had a feeling for centuries. And you know what? She's fine with it. I make her scream in ways you never could. And every time I creampie her neglected cunt or tight little ass, she tells me how glad she is that you're not the one doing it."

Santa sputtered, his cheeks growing an even deeper shade of crimson. He looked like he might explode, but Dasher didn't flinch. "You're pathetic," Dasher said coldly, his voice dropping lower. "And unless you want me telling Mrs. Claus--and every elf in this workshop--exactly what I just walked in on, you're going to give me what I want."

Santa's shoulders sagged slightly, the fight draining out of him. "Fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a growl.

"All of it," Dasher pressed, his gaze sharp.

Santa glared, his face twisted with rage, but after a long, tense moment, he barked, "Fine! The elf is yours. The elf of the year is yours. And..." He trailed off, his lip curling. "I'll stop fucking reindeer."

Dasher smirked, his antlers gleaming in the firelight. "Glad we could come to an agreement."

He turned his attention to the pup, who was still slumped over the desk, his cum-streaked body trembling as he tried to stand. "Hey, kid," Dasher said gently, stepping closer and offering a hand. "Let's go."

The young buck hesitated, his wide eyes darting nervously between Santa and Dasher before he reached out and took the lead reindeer's hand. He wobbled to his feet, his gait unsteady as cum dripped down his thighs.

"What's your name?" Dasher asked as they stepped into the cold, snowy air.

"R-Rudolph," the young reindeer replied softly, his cheeks flushed with shame.

Dasher paused, his gaze softening slightly. "Rudolph, did Santa hurt you? Did he do anything you didn't want?"

Rudolph hesitated, then shook his head. "N-No, sir. Not really. I mean, he never really gave me a choice, but he also said it was my only chance to join the team." His voice cracked slightly. "And I've always wanted that."

Dasher frowned, eyeing the pup's small frame. "You're kind of small to be pulling a sleigh."

Rudolph's shoulders slumped, his red nose dimming slightly. "I know. But it's my dream."

Dasher thought for a moment, his gaze softening further. "Tell you what, Rudy," he said, his tone lighter. "It was pretty snowy this year, and there were times we couldn't see a thing. With a nose like yours, maybe we could use you to guide the sleigh. Like a coxswain leading the crew."

Rudolph's eyes lit up, his nose glowing brighter. "You think?"

"Maybe," Dasher said with a smirk. He glanced down at the trembling young reindeer, his sharp eyes catching the way Rudolph winced with every step. "But let's have a look at you first."

Rudolph froze, his glowing red nose dimming slightly as Dasher circled behind him. The older reindeer placed a firm hand on the pup's lower back, guiding him to bend slightly. Rudolph complied, his cheeks flushing deeply as he felt Dasher's warm breath ghost over his still-leaking hole. Dasher crouched slightly, his brow furrowing as he inspected the damage. Rudolph's entrance was puffy and swollen, still gaped wide from Santa's brutal fucking. Thick rivulets of cum oozed steadily from the stretched opening, glistening faintly in the cold morning light. The pup whimpered softly, his tail flicking nervously as Dasher let out a low sigh. "You're a mess," Dasher muttered, his tone carrying a hint of both pity and frustration. "That fat bastard really did a number on you."

Rudolph's ears flicked back, his voice trembling as he whispered, "I-I'm sorry, sir."

"Don't apologise, kid," Dasher said, straightening up and placing a comforting hand on Rudolph's shoulder. "None of this is your fault." He gave the younger reindeer a reassuring squeeze before stepping back and gesturing toward the lodge. "Let's get you cleaned up," Dasher said firmly, his voice softening. "There's someone I want you to meet. His name's Prancer. He's a good kid. Like you. You two may have a lot in common."

Rudolph nodded eagerly, his legs still shaky as he followed Dasher toward the lodge. His gait was uneven, his sore and swollen backside a testament to the night's events, but his glowing nose shone a little brighter with each step. As they trudged toward the lodge, Dasher glanced down at the young buck, his small frame unsteady and his glowing nose bobbing with every shaky step. The pup was a wreck, but there was determination in his eyes--a spark that reminded Dasher of another young reindeer who had once been underestimated.

Dasher stood in the snow, the distant glow of Santa's office casting long shadows over the yard. The old man thought he still held the reins, but the cracks were showing--hell, they were wide enough to drive a sleigh through. For too long, the herd had bent to his whims, their purpose reduced to pulling and pleasing. But today, Dasher felt the weight of something shifting. The icy wind carried a promise, sharp and biting, as if daring him to take the first step. The games weren't changing--they were evolving. And Dasher would make damn sure the herd's future was their own.