The Origins of Christmas Trees

We got off at the main floor and walked out the front doors of the Blitzen Research Facility into the darkness, punctuated by thousands of stars visible in the sky. The air smelled fresh and clean, and the air felt cold on my cheeks and exposed ankles. He pointed to a waiting sled and said, "That's your ride."

He helped me climb up inside, then he bid me a good night and slapped the reindeer on the hindquarters. The sled lurched to a start and I pulled up the blanket in the seat and wrapped up in it. After about 25 metres, we took off into the night sky, climbing up amongst the towers and factories and other tall buildings of the North Pole. We were headed towards Yule Towers, which served as the home for most of the ruling class of the North Pole.

As we wound our way around the building in preparation to land, I saw Blitzen standing on his balcony, waiting to receive me. The sled descended the last few metres and landed gently on the balcony. I doffed the furs and blankets, and stepped out of the sled. I held out my hand and Blitzen took it in one of his hooves and kissed it. "Welcome Miss Jolly. You look simply radiant! A true north star, here at the North Pole."

I blushed deeply and thanked him. We went inside and he told me to make myself comfortable. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, soft lighting, elegant furniture and sumptuous seating. This one room was bigger than her parents' whole house.

I marvelled at the huge painting hanging over the fireplace. He saw me admiring it, and said, "That's a Caravaggio. Santa smuggled it out of the Borghese Gallery in 1595. They say that Caravaggio was touched by God, and that God worked through him to paint truth. So needless to say, that painting couldn't remain in the human realm for too long." The painting featured a large tree fiercely fighting a large group of armoured humans. The humans were wielding torches and axes, and the tree was savaging them with its limbs. There were two knights impaled on branches, and a third who looked like he'd just been stepped on, while several others looked like they were ready to flee in terror. Despite the fact that it was outnumbered, the tree looked like it was winning.

"I'd offer you a drink, my dear, but given your present condition, perhaps you'd be fine with some eggnog?"

For a moment, I was lost in the painting and forgot he was speaking to me. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I said, "Yes, eggnog will be fine thanks."

I stared back at the painting again, reminded of how quickly and brutally the White Spruce had killed Frost. Shuddering, I looked away and began to look around the room some more. Blitzen came over, and I took the glass of eggnog he offered.

"Please, sit," he motioned toward the white leather chair near the fireplace.

I saw nothing for it, so I sat down into the most comfortable chair I had ever had the pleasure to sit in. I waited for a moment, then realized that since Blitzen is a reindeer, he would have no need of furniture like this. Indeed, he stood across from me, sipping a Scotch and looking at me with an amused grin.

"So, you're probably wondering why you're here, Holly. May I call you Holly?"

"You may, and I am," I replied. My curiousity was definitely piqued and I wanted to see what all this was about.

"Thank you. Not to be too crass, but I'm smitten by you. After I saw you perform with that White Spruce, I knew that I wanted a chance to get to know you better. But the doctors told me that you needed to remain underground with them until you were successfully impregnated. And now that you are..."

"Pregnant," I said.

"Right, now that you are pregnant, I had you brought to me. I would like to find out more about you, and what makes you tick. To be honest, I'd also like to hear your thoughts and impressions about the Program. I hear what the doctors and apparatchiks tell me, but I wanted to hear about it from your perspective."

Red flags were going up inside my head. This is what Dr Mistletoe had feared. I remembered his caution to not say too much.

Blitzen continued, "So why don't you tell me all about it Holly? Don't leave out any details."

"Uhh, err, I don't know what to say, Blitzen."

"Surely you must have some insight you can share with me. If it helps you, I know about your many dalliances with the staff and other people within the facility, so if you were reluctant to speak because you feel a sense of duty to protect them, don't worry about it."

The colour drained from my face at this. He knew! But how much did he know? And how much did he guess? Suddenly I felt like I'd been thrust into a dangerous situation, and there were forces at work here that I didn't understand.

How did I keep him happy, while at the same time protecting myself and not get involved in something I didn't understand? Blitzen stood there, gazing at me intently as I fumbled in my mind to try to find a strategy to get myself out of this.

An idea formed in my mind, so I went with it.

"I didn't come here to talk about the Program, Blitzen."

He cocked and eyebrow. I had now piqued his curiousity. I stood up, and began walking down the hall, and as I walked, I began shucking my clothes. First to go was the fur wrap. A little further down the hall, I slipped one of the straps of my dress off my shoulder, and looked back down the hall at him coquettishly. He stared at me intently, and licked his lips.

When I reached the end of the hall, I entered what appeared to be a study. There was a desk with many documents, a map on the wall, and shelves lined with books in many languages.

I climbed up onto the desk, my ass high in the air facing the doorway. A moment later, I heard his hooves clopping down the hallway. From the doorway, I heard a muttered "Fuuuckk".

My nipples were stiff and my panties were growing moist being so exposed like this. Blitzen stepped into the room and I heard him sniffing at my crotch through my dress. "What are you waiting for, Blitzen? Take what you want."

I felt my dress being roughly pushed up over my hips, then felt his moist nose and fine hairs tickle me as he pulled my panties down with his teeth.

I moaned in pleasure as I felt his broad, pebbled tongue lick up my moist vagina, from the clit at the bottom all the way up to the sensitive rosebud of my asshole. It felt divine! He licked me up and down for several minutes until I was a mewling mess on his desk.

"You like that, slut? You like the way ole Blitz licks you?"

"Yes, keep doing that and I'll cum," I whined. He went back to licking as I thrashed about and pushed my hips back against his muzzle. Just as I was about to cum on his expert tongue, my spasmodic motions knocked over a nearby stack of papers.

I looked down at the papers I was scattering around his desk, and my eyes picked out a memo with an alarming subject line: FINAL PLANS FOR TAKEOVER. It was marked CONFIDENTIAL: EYES ONLY. As my orgasm began to crest, I read with horror about an assault planned on Santa's cottage on December 26th!

Just then, Bltizen's tongue split my labia and zeroed in on my clit. This pushed me over the edge and I came on his tongue. "Ugghn fuckk!" I was moaning and thrashing about as he kept licking me through an intense orgasm. My eyes fluttered and my juices gushed. Blitzen grunted and kept going.

This was so intense; here I was having a mind blowing orgasm dealt by North Pole royalty, while at the same time grappling with the fact that there was going to be an upcoming coup meant to depose the big guy! I didn't know what to do, but Blitzen's relentless oral assault on my spasming cunt left me little choice. I continued to moan and cum on his tongue as he prolonged my orgasm by not letting up. And I didn't want him to let up. I wanted him to keep going.

Suddenly he withdrew and I whimpered. I was still face down on the desk, ass up in the air. I saw him place his front hooves on the desk, then I felt the thick club hanging between his legs slap the inside of my right thigh. It was hot and hard and long. I reached back and grasped it in my hand. I couldn't close my hand around it!

I fiddled around and guided it toward my dripping slit. Once I felt like I had him lined up, I said, "Come on stud, put it in and fuck me!"

With a grunt, he pressed forward and that massive deer cock split me open. I screamed in pleasure as he buried his tool deep inside me. His hooves clawed for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk, scattering more papers and knocking over a jar that contained stationery. I grabbed his hooves and held them still, and he was finally able to get the leverage he needed to mount me more securely. He buried his cock even deeper inside my quivering pussy and howled.

Then he started to fuck me. Unlike with the trees, where I had to do all of the work, all I needed to do in this instance was lay here and take it. He began with long, slow strokes. I felt all of that thick meaty cock drag along the walls of my love tunnel. The blunt head had a ridge on it that caused delicious friction as it grazed my G spot on the way in, and it was so thick that on the way out it created almost a suction that felt like he was digging me out. I moaned with pleasure as he slowly pumped away, conquering my pussy.

"You like that don't you, slut? You like getting fucked by big cocks?"

"Yes, oh yes fuck me with that big cock! I need it."

"You want it faster, slut?"

"Yes, give it to me! I want it so fast and hard!"

He complied and sped up. He began drilling me faster and harder, making my buttocks jiggle with each thrust. I held onto his forelegs to provide him some grip as he worked that fantastic tool in and out of my wet pussy, making squelching sounds in my copious juices.

"Yeah, all you little elven bitches love this cock! Ugghnn, your pussy is so fuckin wet, bitch. You crave the cock!"

"Yes, yes I crave it. Keep fucking me!"

"I will baby, I will. I'm going to own this pussy from now on. Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours. It's yours."

"Fuckin right it's mine. I'm gonna fuck you whenever I want. Even after you squirt a sapling out of that wet cunt of yours. You want that slut? You want me to own your pussy and fuck you whenever I want?"

"Yes, it feels so good when you fuck me."

"I'm gonna cum soon! I'm going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours!"

"Yes, cum inside me! Uggh fucckkk cum. Please cum. Please. I'm cumming too! FUCCCKKK!!!"

My pussy spasmed around his magnificent pumping tool, gushing my own cum. I could feel juices on the inside of my legs and knew it was flowing out of me and down my legs. Blitzen was frantically pumping away, not caring if he was gentle or not.

My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out again, when suddenly he went still. He was deep inside me, and I felt him explode inside me, sending torrents of hot cum splashing against my cervix like a drumstick hitting a snare drum head. Several high velocity spurts banged around inside me, each spurt punctuated by an incoherent bellow.

And then it was over. His long, thick cock still wedged inside of me, he bent forward and licked my ear tips, sending a shockwave through me and making my pussy spasm again. I could feel his impressive cock now deflating, and then he was climbing down and his limp cock fell out of my pussy, followed by a deluge of our combined juices.

He backed away to a corner of the room panting. I remained on the desktop, on all fours, surrounded by scattered memos, my cunt leaking the product of our union out onto the desk. I looked back at Blitzen, and now he was engaged in cleaning himself. He had his head down and twisted to get at his undercarriage.

Now was my chance to peek at more of those memos! Surreptitiously, I crumpled up the one memo I had found earlier. I balled it up and closed my fist around it. My eyes scanned the desk for other scary subject lines.

I saw a few about the Program; these were status reports from Dr Mistletoe or Dr Silverbells. I saw some directives from Santa, and memos from other elves and reindeer. Looking back over at Blitzen, I saw that he was still engrossed in cleaning himself, and not paying attention to me. I tried to move the memos without making a sound.

Most of them were pretty mundane, but then I encountered one that made my blood run cold; a memo about Chocky!

I quickly balled that one up too, as quietly as I could, and palmed it along with the other one. I didn't want to risk him finding out, so I stopped at that point and sat up. He looked up at me then, so I told him I needed to get cleaned up and asked where the washroom was.

"Part way back up the hall. Second door on your left. Don't be too long, there's still more I want to discuss with you."

"I think I need a shower. You made quite a mess down there," I replied. I wanted to stall him so that I didn't have to discuss the Program, and I wanted time to thoroughly read those memos.

"That wasn't all me, as I recall," he said.

With a wicked grin, I said, "No, I guess it wasn't all you." I stood up and left the room and located the washroom. I closed the door and sat down on the toilet to review the documents I'd snatched.

The first one was a harrowing description of the plans being finalized for the trees to take over the North Pole, and oust Santa in a military coup. There was mention of several highly placed key officials and sympathizers, and assurances that someone named Chairman Scotch had guaranteed safety of all collaborators. The plan was to be enacted on December 26th, when Santa was at his physical weakest. He'd be exhausted from his deliveries, and well stuffed from all the cookies and treats left out for him by the humans.

The other memo concerning Chocky made tears form in my eyes. It was a memo from Dr Silverbells regarding a breach in security at the facility, and a new employee named Chocolate Marshmallow Nippy, an OIS, finding out about the solution being injected into the vessels, and being placed into the water supply. They had traced the breach to Chocky, and arrested her. She was being held for questioning, and it requested directions for what to do with her once they had completed their interrogation. The memo didn't say where she was being held.

A knock at the door startled her. "You okay in there Holly? I don't hear the shower."

Shit!

In a panic, I said, "I uhhh I was just about to hop in, dear."

"Dear. Huh. I like that," he chuckled, and I listened for his footfalls to retreat down the hall. Once I was sure he was gone, I pondered my next move. It slowly dawned on me that what I had done by crumpling up those memos was an extremely dumb move. I couldn't put them back on his desk because he'd notice that they were crumpled, when all the other papers weren't. I guess I had to hope he wouldn't miss them, or remember them. I had no purse or anything to put them in, and my pussy was too wet to store them in. I guess I would just need to dispose of them. I thought about flushing them, but was worried they might clog the toilet, so instead I shredded them up, doused them in water from the sink, and ate them.

Once down my gullet, I stripped down and hopped in the shower. I cleaned my body while I thought about my next moves. First thing I had to do was to get out of here without giving him information that could get me hurt or killed. Then I needed to warn someone about the plot to overthrow Santa. Then I needed to find and rescue Chocky. So much to do, and all while carrying a sapling. I wasn't sure how I'd pull it off, but I was determined to try.

CHAPTER 12 - THE BREEDING PROGRAM'S FINALE

Refreshed and dressed again after my shower (except I left the shoes off this time), I emerged from the washroom and walked back toward the living room. Blitzen was standing by the roaring fireplace, a glass of amber liquid on the mantle nearby. When he saw me, he motioned for me to sit again.

My plan for this was to talk about mundane things, and not to answer pointed questions. If necessary, I would fuck him again (okay maybe not if necessary, because I certainly enjoyed it) to distract him and hopefully put him off his line of questioning.

As I got comfortable, he offered me the glass (it turned out to be Scotch), which I took and gulped down. The amber liquid bloomed in my mouth and warmed me all the way down to my stomach. I held out the glass and he took it and arched an eyebrow. I asked him for more, and he smiled broadly and poured another.

After he handed it back, he said, "So tell me Holly, how is the food at the Program?"

"It's great! I get all the food I want, and it's well-prepared and tasty."

"And how are your accommodations? Is your room comfortable?"

"It's okay. I wish the walls were a different colour though; white walls are boring. The mattress is also a little firm for my preference, but other than that, it's okay."

He smiled again and asked, "So tell me, how are they treating you at the Program?"

I considered my answer carefully, took another sip, and said, "For the most part I'm treated well. I had this Breeding Coach who was an absolute nightmare. He did everything he could to make me feel miserable, and he didn't really do his job as I came to learn later. But that problem was resolved, as I believe you were there to witness."

"Oh yes, was that the poor chap who was killed by the tree?" I nodded. "Ahh yes, nasty business, that. You handled that well as I recall. The tree killed him, then you fucked it royally." I blushed and looked down. "Did you fuck the tree that well to reward it for disposing of your nemesis?"

I pondered this for a moment, then said, "No, I fucked it because I enjoyed it."

"Very good. Now, what are your thoughts on the Program directors, Mistletoe and Silverbells?"

Again, I considered my words carefully. I was going to tell him that I liked them both just fine and that they seemed to be doing a good job. But instead, what came out of my mouth was, "Dr Silverbells is an uptight prig. I don't know what his problem is, but he doesn't seem right in the head. Mistletoe is a philanderer who seems to think with his cane more than his head. I have a suspicion that Mistletoe is fucking other treemums too. He and I have fucked several times since I've been there. Their rules are arbitrary, and security is lax in the facility. I may have had something to do with that as I've been fucking Carpet while he's supposed to be on duty."

I stopped, suddenly aware that I was spilling secrets that I had not intended on sharing. I snapped my mouth shut and covered it with my hands. Blitzen's smile deepened, and he said, "No, that's okay. Keep going Holly, and tell me everything about the Program and how it's being run."

So I told him everything. All of my impressions, my thoughts, my fears, my joys, all about Chocky and our relationship, all about all of the elves I had fucked, all of the mind-blowing orgasms the trees had induced.

For a time, Blitzen was silent. I gulped down the rest of my scotch and asked for another. Blitzen smiled, but said, "No, I think you've had enough. Too much of the truth serum and it could have some negative consequences for the sapling."

"Excuse me?? Truth serum??"

"Yes, truth serum. You were being evasive earlier, and your ploy to fuck me instead of answering my questions was very transparent. So I dosed your drink in order to get some straight answers from you. So that's another thing to thank you for."

I was shattered. I had just given up the very information I had wanted to hold back. I had been duped. I felt so stupid and useless.

Blitzen's smile widened again triumphantly as the horror at what I had done was clearly written all over my face. I burst into tears at that smile, and he turned away and said, "My dear, I want to thank you for a lovely evening and all of that valuable information. You've been most cooperative. The sled waiting on my balcony will take you back to the facility. I will be calling on you again. Thank you, and good night."