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- It’s hard to tell the days apart, when Christmas and Halloween share an aisle;
- the radio tests your patience, with jingle bells at each turn of the dial.
- It’s no surprise that excessive cheers give way to those like Scrooge McDuck;
- people robbed of the ability to give a single holiday fuck.
- Yet it’s such a person whose tale I’ll share, so make yourself cozy and pull up a chair;
- for he was going to require assistance, from a familiar whitehorn on the night before Christmas.
- On a snowy night does our story begin, with a man drinking his tonic and gin;
- sulkingly under a gambrel roof, belonging to a bar named ‘the Cloven Hoof’.
- Alone was he slouched over the counter, until someone came by him at the top of the hour.
- “John I know it’s last call, but what’s with the morose?”, said a brunette (and well-endowed) satyros. The source of this sadness came from his earlier days, far before he succumb to a cocktail Bombay and malaise.
- See, back in grade school (or so John believed), a tragic event was the reason he grieved;
- it was long before he knew the bottle when he was called into an office, for his lone parent fell gravely ill, and was put into a hospice.
- He still believed in St. Nick back then, and made a request with a letter and pen;
- for neither games, sweets, nor material wealth, but simply for his father’s good health.
- Yet before the letter could even be mailed, by the next morning his dad’s heart had failed.
- A younger John had no words to say, but found a reason to loathe Christmas Day;
- Presents no longer awaited him that dawn, only the reminder that his father was gone.
- Yet such heavy thoughts were too much for his tongue, and onto the goat woman a drunken John clung. She felt sobs dampening her collarbone, his skin wearing alcohol like a high-end cologne; until a distinct sound brought his pitiful scene to a stop, hooves on a wood floor going clippety-clop.
- Through the front door did a whitehorn enter, clad in a red bobble and a nice sweater;
- from head to hoof she stood six-foot-two, with platinum blonde hair and eyes a natural blue.
- The two women had a silent conversation, about an all-too familiar situation.
- For this was something of a nightly ride, when men became much too drunk to drive;
- so the deer pulled up and sat to his right, for this was certain to be a long night.
- “Get on, John,” she began to tell, “Let’s take you home, my name’s Noelle.”
- “Well Noelle,” he replied with a slur, “Appreciate the offer, but I’ll have to defer.”
- Yet before John could further protest, the satyros bumped him into Noelle’s chest.
- “You’ve got five minutes to get out of my bar, before I call someone over to tow your car.”
- Under the threat of a trip to the impound, he mounted Noelle and set forth homeward bound;
- from there it was a mostly uneventful trot, aside from the moment John’s hands felt something hot.
- Whether by chance, or desires most shameful, his palms began riding up Noelle’s navel.
- The lewd sensation started to make her hooves rush; her nipples then stiffened, face beginning to flush.
- John’s fingers rose as she dashed around icy spots, unbeknownst of her mind filling with sexual thoughts.
- They reached his home just a quarter til four, but there was before him a slight detour;
- Noelle looked back, hands interlocked with his, her blue eyes sultry and hair full of frizz.
- “John, I really don’t mean to intrude…” she murmured off raggedly, far too deep in the mood.
- He sobered up realizing his hands were on her bare chest, and it was far too soon for him to call it a rest. John disembarked without further delay, unlocked his front door, and guided her way;
- into his room with a bulge in his pants, Noelle behind him stuck in a trance.
- “Leaving you like that would be pretty classless…” he left off as she pushed him onto a mattress.
- He rose from his bed as the reindeer then kneeled, his cock freely throbbing like an angry eel;
- she pulled down her sweater and flashed him more than a grin,
- “Just lay back and relax, I’m going to take it in.”
- John’s fingers clenched hard onto the bed sheet, as his swollen rod was enveloped in an ample heat;
- looking down he saw Noelle deep-set in a fury, eyes upon his cock as she engaged in paizuri.
- Her tongue hung loosely as she freed her hands, breasts dropping as her lips surrounded his glans;
- Noelle shoved it in until she felt her tongue on his base, looking up to see eyes rolling back on John’s face.
- Her nose was tickled with penile stubble, as she slid back and forth until his shaft began to rumble;
- she closed her eyes as his cockhead started to bloat, and savored the eruption as it flowed down her throat.
- John’s cock was then released with a pop, from Noelle’s mouth, cleaned of every drop.
- Some time later, he sat up feeling a daze; to see Noelle’s rear towards him, lower half raised.
- As John mounted her closely, her voice began to waver, for into her ear he whispered,
- “Let me return the favor.”
- He took her lips against his as if beneath mistletoe, before he rocked against her behind nice and slow;
- a knob rubbed against the small of her back, as hot hands began to caress her sweater rack.
- Though he’d blown a full load, their night was far from done; for John made it a mission to make Noelle cum;
- he explored every inch and picked up the pace, the reindeer’s knees buckling as he held her antlers’ base.
- She was a dribbling mess by the end of his hunt, the bed sheets drenched by her wet doe cunt;
- Noelle looked at John, sprawled on all fours, touching herself before moaning,
- “Make my pussy yours.”
- It was the want in her voice that pushed him into high gear, ignoring the fact her lower half was that of a deer;
- he took his position against Noelle’s behind, prodding her privates with a playful grind.
- Yet at that point John’s cock was begging for release, and with little need for foreplay, he rammed it deep into her crease.
- By the time he came bedroom windows were fogged with a sensual heat, and the sounds of their fucking were heard across the street.
- They collapsed contently as her rear was pouring out white, the sun rose, and signalled the end of the night.
- But a realization then came to John, as a wild night gave way into dawn;
- Naked both him and Noelle laid, on what was then a Christmas Day.
- Yet before he had the chance to become melancholy, he felt the reindeer cradle him rawly;
- and in her embrace came an epiphany, about something he didn’t realize instantly.
- It was two years ago, he could now recall, both Noelle and him met during the holidays at a local mall;
- and though he’d long stopped believing in St. Nick, the doe beside Santa tickled his dick.
- He hatched a plan with mistletoe, and deviously intended to make it a show;
- standing in line for an hour and twenty, was more than enough time to check his scheme plenty.
- When his turn came to sit upon St. Nick, he dangled mistletoe off of a stick.
- Over the head of a younger Noelle, John back then decided to raise hell;
- “For Christmas, Santa, all I want is her,” he proclaimed to cause much of a stir.
- Yet never again, did John imagine he’d feel, the belief that perhaps Santa was real;
- Noelle only smiled as he laid on her breast, closed her eyes, and drifted off for a rest.
- He gave the deer a last pat on the head, before he drifted off to bed;
- and deep within he was overjoyed, that someone filled his heart’s void.
- For the father he lost some Christmases past, a whitehorn restored his faith at last.
- And perhaps in himself he could now find forgiveness, and finally have a Merry Christmas.
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