Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 02

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt 02

(TF, mod, non-con, pet, reindeer)

By ChangeYourPassword Preparation

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read part one of Christmas, first.

On the other side of the house, at some time in the past, they had installed one of the cabanas that were so popular around the resort. The things were built like small band shells, with a huge semi-circular couch, more like a bed, hidden inside. Great for couples or even two couples to get cozy, and enjoy some semi-private time in the shade.

It was also a perfect place for a guy to satisfy a horny reindeer. Or a half-dozen horny reindeers, one after the other.

Looking at the numbers, it might seem like a chore, but like any good Marine, he was willing to make the sacrifice.

He did have to get it done in a week.

The next morning, he let everyone out as he had been doing, and allowed them to move out into the corral. But after a while, he gathered them all together for a chat.

"Dears, I don't really know how to explain this, so I'll just dive in.

"Morgan understands your needs, and has asked me to satisfy them."

"Huh?" several of them echoed.

"I told her how, um, how horny you all are. And she asked me to provide a solution."

He paused, blushing, as they all giggled and laughed. At least their collective reaction seemed to confirm that sex was indeed their biggest need, their fondest desire.

He looked at Vixen, and she smiled and mouthed, 'told you so.'

He nodded and then moved onto the next part. The more personal aspect.

"I discussed options with her, and we rejected several approaches. Certainly, there's no requirement here, no coercion. We'd never force anyone on you."

He paused, uncomfortably, "so I'm afraid I'm your only option."

He waited for protests, but the only reaction he heard was giggles. Followed by:

"You'll do."

"Absolutely."

"Bring it on, big boy."

He blushed and smiled, self-consciously.

Then moved on to his next concern. "But I'm only human, and male."

When a couple of them frowned at him, he understood that he'd made a terrible mistake, as if he was human and they were not.

He resumed, feeling even more pressure. "That means that I can only take you on, one at a time."

"Will you be okay if each night for the next six, I date one of you?"

They all liked that idea. He was relieved.

So, he surveyed each of them one-by-one.

And they all agreed to his proposal, although there were a couple of suggestions along the line of, two a day, one in the morning and one in the evening.'

But he refused, not wanting to become something like a man-whore. Just there for screwing. "Let's just take it slowly."

After a bit more discussion, and more giggles, he ducked back in the house and returned with a deck of cards he sorted out just the hearts, laughingly, they all agreed that was appropriate, and then the six reindeers each picked a card.

Dasher was pissed about her bad luck, winding up with the lowest card. They were all confused when Vixen offered to trade, saying that she could wait.

Like the girls, he too was confused. She had, after all, become his favorite, and he thought she felt the same way. He became even more perplexed when she smiled and winked at him while the others weren't looking. What was she thinking, or was it plotting?

The order wound up: Dancer, Comet, Prancer, Dasher, Cupid, and finally, Vixen.

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That evening, after dinner, he went down to the stable and brought Dancer out, while the others looked on enviously.

He led her on a leash, out through the gate and around the building, hoping no one was watching. He didn't want to be subjected to another round of mocking from Kelly and Marleen.

Dancer just walked along, happily, despite the unfamiliar tether.

When they arrived at the Cabana, he turned to her, "will this do? It seems nice and comfy."

"Sure, looks great," she replied, and he could hear the excitement in her voice. She then reached out and unbuttoned the neck of his polo-shirt, and pulled it off over his head. He didn't protest.

And he didn't fight it when she knelt down in front of him to pull off his shorts and underwear. Although she did scratch his chest with her antlers in the process.

When she began licking his already hard cock, he sighed. He was definitely ready to do this...

"There's lubricant on the table." He mumbled; in case she was only trying to make sure he was sufficiently wet to slide into her sex.

She backed off, and smiled up at him for a moment. Then giggled. "No need. I'm sure I'm already plenty wet."

She went back to sucking on him for a few more moments, before she sat back and then stood up in front of him.

She leaned in, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss.

He'd been standing there like a statue, until then, but the feel of her got him moving. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. She was after all a beautiful and shapely girl, just an exotically decorated one. With antlers.

Finally, she broke it off and nudged him away. "I can't wait any more."

She laughed delightedly, turned and began crawling onto the big cushion. He watched, enjoying the sight of her ass, with it's cute little tail waving as she worked her way into the middle of the mattress.

The jingle bells on her collar rang melodiously as she crawled. He actually liked the sound.

She chirped as she came to the end of the leash and choked herself. Damn! he was still holding onto it. As if she'd run away. Idiot!

He quickly dropped his end of the leash, mumbling "sorry." And she resumed her crawl.

But in the middle of the bed, far from the pillows at the head. She stopped and carefully rolled onto her back.

He realized that if she'd gone any further her antlers would have dug into the headboard. For a moment he was fascinated in that aspect. They'd talked about their elongated beds, but he'd never considered all the implications of that unique aspect. The reindeers, though were apparently well acquainted with that limitation.

In position, she lifted her legs so that her hooves dug in, and she spread her legs wide, opening her pussy to him, invitingly.

"Please." She said, simply, holding up her arms.

Damn! she looked sexy and exotically pornographic.

Excitedly, he moved quickly to take up position between her legs, and without any help his cock found its way into her.

They both moaned happily at the feel of it.

And then he began thrusting and pumping.

She wrapped her legs and hooves around the back of his thighs and used her arms to pull him into a quick kiss before releasing him to thrust harder and more energetically.

She enjoyed the screwing more than he did. She certainly needed it more. And she orgasmed, with a mumbled "yes!" while he was still working at holding off to give her a good ride.

Understanding that she'd had hers, he began upping his pace, to get his, but she grabbed at his neck.

"Slow down. One more, please." She begged.

"Oh," he gasped, and slowed his pace just a bit. Still pumping, but in a lower gear.

Only a couple minutes later, she smiled up at him. "Okay, again. This is wonderful."

He chuckled and leaned down to give her a quick kiss, before he again picked up the pace.

Just moments later they both came in almost perfect sync. And they both loved it!

As he slowed the pace, empty and happy, Mark realized that he'd just screwed a more than willing reindeer. He smiled down at her. "Happy, little Dancer?"

She sighed, dreamily. "Oh, yes. That felt so good. Thanks."

"My pleasure."

"And my real name is Lucia. At least it used to be. Now, I guess I am Dancer." And she understandably sounded sad.

But then she perked up. "I really needed that, and you were wonderful, Mark. Can we do it again sometime soon? I know you have to help out the others, but after that?

He shook his head. "Sorry dear, but only one per customer. You'll have to wait for the party. It should be fun."

Again, her mood darkened. "We'll be a bunch of freaks on display."

"You're beautiful and everyone will want you." he replied, arguing.

She looked up at him for a moment. "I suppose."

He leaned down and kissed her one more time, before he pushed himself up and backed away, crawling off the end of the cushion.

She sighed and sat up to slide off, following him.

He reached down to pick up the end of the leash attached to her collar.

"You don't need that, you know." She said, chuckling.

It did seem a little absurd. He answered, "rules."

"It's not like we'll run off. Where would we go? It's not like we could hide, or mix in with the other guests." She paused to laugh, "our antlers would give us away."

He laughed too. "Not to mention your lovely skin tones and markings."

"Exactly."

They were still giggling when they got back to the gate. They quieted down when they walked into the stables. It was late and they didn't want to wake any of the others.

But they were all sitting just inside their cage doors, waiting and watching anxiously.

One of them asked, "how was it?"

"Wonderful!" Dancer answered, happily.

"I'm next." Comet called out, excitedly.

Mark, embarrassed by the event, simply deposited Dancer back into her room, and left the herd, who were all peppering her with ribald questions. He had no interest in hearing her opinion of his cock.

Back in his bedroom, he showered before climbing into bed and turning on the TV. He needed to get his mind focused on something other than reindeer sex. It had been good, really good, but also weird.

He'd only been laying there for about twenty minutes when there was a quick knock, and Morgan once again slipped in. She looked gorgeous as usual. But he really wasn't in the mood. And it wasn't that he now preferred reindeer sex...

She came over and leaned down to give him a kiss, before she sat on the edge of the bed. "How'd it go?"

Before he could answer, she added, "I'm not looking for kiss and tell. Just was she satisfied?"

Then she laughed. "Wait, not that either. I know how good you are," and she winked. "Do we have one relieved reindeer? How's that?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. "That's better. And yes, we do."

"Good. They deserve it. I do understand."

She sighed, and for a moment he wondered if she really did understand that she'd gone too far with this project.

But then she slid her hand down to his crotch. "Picturing your time with that deer, got me all excited. But I imagine you're empty." And she gave his cock a gentle squeeze."

"Right?" she then asked, and it sounded like she was hoping she was wrong.

He nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'd be useless."

"Bummer," she muttered as she stood to leave.

"Thanks Mark. You're a good man," she said as she slid out his room.

That night he couldn't help but dream of reindeer sex.

In the morning, around the table with the three women, Kelly and Marleen, both harassed him with questions about his fun night, but he refused to answer them. "I do not kiss and tell." He maintained, and he had to repeat that line several times before, frustrated and disappointed they let it go.

Morgan delivered the final comment on the topic, "one down and five to go."

+++++++++++

After breakfast with Morgan and her team, he once again he let the reindeers out of their rooms and hustled them outside for the fresh air and exercise.

The herd seemed unusually quiet. Until they got outside, then Dancer jumped into his arms, almost poking an eye out with her antlers. "Thank you. You were wonderful." She said as she held him tightly. She tried to rest her head on his chest, but her antlers prevented it and she pulled back, frustrated.

The others all stood around smiling, happy for her and looking forward to their own turns. What else did they have to look forward to?

"Remember, I'm tonight." Comet said, giggling excitedly.

"Yes, I know," he told her as he disengaged from Dancer.

Then he took a step back, and looked at all of them seriously. "Now be good little reindeers and please don't pester me on this. Without a doubt, I'm enjoying myself. But I'm not used to this many one-night-stands. And I'm certainly no gigolo."

"Could have fooled me." Dancer laughed.

He gave her a look, and she backed off.

Vixen stepped up and placed a hand, gently, on his chest. "Mark, we're sorry. But you're such a nice guy and you're taking such good care of us, in more ways than one," and she paused to wink at him while the others giggled. "We all simply adore you. Please don't be angry with us. We're all anxious and excited to get our turn with you. You're the only man in our lives right now."

Mark's heart melted a bit at what she was saying. He did feel sorry for them; for what had been done to them. Morgan had definitely gone too far. But it was too late now to do anything about it. They were stuck as reindeers, not just for the party, but from what he'd heard, forever.

He smiled kindly at Vixen, and then at the rest of them. "Sorry, I'm not angry. It's just such a weird situation."

All of them laughed.

He blushed, and laughed, himself. "I know, it's a whole lot weirder for you."

He shook his head and backed away, "I'll just be going now, before it gets any worse."

They laughed as he walked over and let himself out the gate, closing it securely afterward.

+++++++++++++

That night he picked up Comet and led her over to the cabana. Like Dancer, she was clearly excited, and anxious for sex.

She hurriedly stripped off his clothes, just like her predecessor, but then grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him to lay down on his back on the big cushion. He didn't fight it, it was her night, after all. Once he was where she wanted him, she crawled on top, straddling him.

He laid there looking up at her - a wonderful sight.

Comet wiggled up his thighs until she positioned herself over his crotch and gently lowered herself down onto his hard cock.

Her expression one of heavenly pleasure.

He chuckled.

"What?" she asked, looking down at him.

"You're enjoying this so much."

"Aren't you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Good. Now please shut up and let me continue enjoying myself.," she said, giggling happily.

As she began pumping up and down on him, he evaluated the view. She was, like all of them, marvelously, beautiful. And her half-human, half-creature body was fascinating.

The antlers on top of her head, swayed and bobbed as she moved on his prick, were mesmerizing.

She did make a lot of noise, though, as her bouncing jingled the bells on her collar energetically and loudly. It was a distraction, but not a terrible one. She certainly didn't mind.

Lying there, with little to do other than enjoy the feelings, he felt good, really good. Happy and content. This wasn't a chore, at all. Sex with horny reindeer was something special.

After she orgasmed, she flattened out, laying on top of him, to enjoy the afterglow, and catch her breath. He was relieved that she was careful with her antlers, as she did. It was a bit awkward as she couldn't turn her head, to cuddle into his neck, wresting her head in his shoulder. That would have been the normal move.

All she could do was lay cheek-to cheek. And after only a couple minutes, it seemed only natural for her to shift a couple inches and start kissing him.

He kissed her back, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. She had a long and active tongue. French kissing her was fun.

They enjoyed that for quite a while, before they ran out of breath and energy.

Reluctantly she pushed herself back up until she was once again sitting, straddling him. Only this time, on his stomach.

"That was wonderful. I'm usually underneath, so that was really special."

He smiled up at her, "my pleasure."

"Oh, I'm sure you say that to all the reindeers." she said, laughing.

He laughed too. And it was true.

She sat there on top of him for a couple minutes, quietly lost in thought. He didn't; make any moves. The sight was pleasant, and he felt fine.

"Mark, what's going to happen?"

"Huh?"

"After the party. What can I do?"

"Comet, honey. I honestly don't know. I understand that Morgan has some plan, but I don't know what it is."

She just shook her head, and climbed off. "Thanks for the good time. We might as well go back."

Feeling bad, he pulled on his clothes, and escorted her back. But before he opened the door to the casita, he reached out, pulled her near and gave her an affectionate kiss. "It'll all work out. You're all too special for anything bad to happen."

"I hope so," she muttered.

Mark went to bed that night worried about the herd. What would happen to them?

+++++++++++

Over breakfast, his three housemates, pumped him for a report on his night's activities, but he refused to give any specifics. Morgan and Marleen let it go, but Kelly mentioned that she had seen some of the fun from the upstairs hallway window.

"She rode him like a horse." She laughed.

He blushed.

"But what were you doing staring out that window?" Morgan asked, slyly.

"Oh, just looking at the stars, and I heard the jingles," she lied.

"Yah, right." Morgan laughed. "Nosey girl. He's too busy to service you. And it's not part of his job."

Kelly pouted, theatrically.

Mark was surprised. For all the time they'd worked together, she'd never given any indication she might be interested in him.

+++++++++++

Prancer, on her leash, literally dragged him over to the gazebo, stripped him hurriedly, while giggling delightedly, and then surprised him by climbing onto the cushions onto her elbows and knees.

"Do me this way, please. I love this position." She said while looking over her shoulder.

"Really?" he asked, surprised. He had tried that position before, but that girl wasn't a fan, and their relationship had faded after that session.

"Yes, please. I don't know why, but I get better orgasms."

And she did seem to enjoy a fantastic orgasm when he pumped into her pussy from that angle. He enjoyed it himself, especially as her tail brushed against his groin. It tickled.

And in that position her bells hardly made any noise. That was a small bonus.

When she was done, she fell forward onto her chest, but her antlers poked into a pillow at the head of the bed, and tore the thing, spilling its feather filling. They blew everywhere in the light breeze that swirled around inside the shell.

They both laughed as the things floated around.

She apologized as they made their way back to the casita, leaving a trail of stray feathers behind.

+++++++++++

The next night was Dasher's turn and she had apparently talked to Comet, as she also wanted him flat on his back so she could ride him to her much needed, and highly anticipated orgasm. He held off long enough for her to enjoy two orgasms back-to-back.

Even after he was finished, she remained sitting on him, catching her breath, looking down at him fondly.

"You know, we all agree that you're the best man we've come in contact with here on the island," she said as they laid there, relaxing, afterward.

"Oh? Is that the general consensus. All of you?" he replied dubiously. He was, after all their jailor as well as their sex partner.

"Yes, it is.

"Mark, you think we don't talk all the time, share our feelings and tell our stories? We're sisters in all this. Unique from everyone else, whether we like it or not.

"So, we do compare notes about everything."