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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, December 22, 2011

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story_codes: Santa/g(5), Reindeer+/g, first, beast, anal, cons, humor

story_intro: It's Christmas Eve and five year-old Ashley is delighted to find Santa delivering presents in her family's house. When Santa takes her up to the roof to meet his team of reindeer, the presents keep coming and cumming.

comments_readers: Last year, someone asked about having a reindeer bang a girl while I was posting my Christmas stories. And here we are...feedback sometimes works, even if it is a year later.

story_language: English







Reindeer Games

Written by madvlad


	Santa Claus stepped out of the fireplace in the Gallagher home, grateful as always that there was no fire lit. He went at a leisurely pace, using some of his magic to stall the real passage of time. After all, there were millions of deliveries to make and running around like a madman was only going to get him a heart attack. Nothing would spoil the holiday spirit like finding a dead fat man under the tree on Christmas morning.

	Pausing for the milk and cookies left on a side table, Santa noticed a bottle of scotch with his name on it. He picked it up and looked at the label - twelve years old.

	"Ho ho ho, indeed," he whispered to himself.

	Looking up, he regarded the 48" flat screen television mounted on the living room wall. With a wave of his hand, sparkles appeared around it and when they cleared, the TV was 60" with the best high definition features.

	"Santa?" a small voice called from behind him.

	Whirling around, Santa saw a small girl in a pale violet nightgown watching him. Her blonde hair was tousled from her pillow but her brown eyes were huge as she stared at the man she had heard so much about it. If the North Pole database was accurate, she was five years old.

	"You must be Ashley," Santa said in a jolly voice.

	The mesmerized girl nodded.

	Chuckling, Santa further mussed her hair.

	"You should be back and bed, Ashley."

	"I know, but I'm so excited it's Christmas and I..."

	"Ho ho. It's alright. I understand. You're not the first little girl to see me."

	Ashley beamed with relief and then turned her eyes up toward the ceiling.

	"Are your reindeer on the roof?" she asked.

	"Yes they are."

	Ashley took a deep breath and clasped her hands together.

	"Could I meet them?"

	This was also not an unusual request. Santa chuckled some more and agreed.

	"But before we go up the chimney, you have to take your pretty nightgown off or it will get dirty."

	Eager to meet the reindeer, Ashley whipped off her nightgown and stood in front of Santa in her white cotton panties. They were snug enough to show a hint of a bulge in her crotch, but too loose to show a proper camel toe.

	"Take your panties off, too. The soot will make a mess of them."

	Ashley paused.

	"Is that naughty to take my panties off?" she asked, thinking this might be a test as to how many toys she'd get.

	"Oh no," Santa assured her. "You take them off to take a bath or get changed, right? And you also have to take them off to go up the chimney."

	Santa's reasoning made sense and Ashley slipped her panties off. Standing nude before the jolly man, she asked, "Am I nice?"

	"Yes you certainly are," Santa croaked as he eyed the tyke's small hairless mound with its dainty cleft. 

	Awfully fucking nice, he thought. The crew was going to love this.

	"How come your suit isn't dirty, Santa?" she asked as they both stepped into the fireplace.

	"Magic suit and its still under warranty," he replied, hoping she wouldn't ask for any further details like why her bare skin wouldn't get dirty, etc.

	In a blink of an eye, they were on the roof. Santa waved his hand to make some sparkles dance around Ashley keeping the little girl warm while she gazed at his team. She was awestruck, but clearly something was wrong.

	"Where's Rudolph?" she asked.

	The lead reindeer shook his head. He really hated that fucking song, but didn't want to break a kid's heart so he said, "We have clear skies tonight - no fog. So Rudy's in the hot tub back at NP Central."

	Chuckling, Santa went to his sleigh, opening his new bottle of scotch.

	"We're making good time, boys, and Ashley here is a big fan. So why don't you get to know each other a little better."

	Several reindeer chuckled as their boss gave them a knowing look. The lead reindeer stepped toward Ashley, whose face lit up as she pointed to him.

	"Are you Donner or Blitzen?" she asked.

	"None of them. And I'm not Cupid, either," he said in an accent that reminded Ashley of her Uncle Benny in New Jersey. "Those guys are with another crew. We're the flight team tonight."

	"Oh," Ashley said. "I didn't know there were more reindeer."

	"Yup. I'm Vinny, the lead for this crew. And over here we have Joey, Big Louie, Danny-Boy, Luca, Butch, Rocky, Frank the Hatchet, and Irving."

	 "Why do they call you Frank the Hatchet?" she asked the second-to-last reindeer.

	 "I get things done." Frank answered somewhat evasively in an accent just like Vinny's. 

	"Like what?"

	"Certain 'special' things,"

	"What kind of special things?"

	"Fuhgettaboutit." 

	From his sleigh, Santa heard the conversation. There was no doubt he had the right team tonight.

	A while back, there had been some problems with one of his former elves, Ernie, who decided to leave and start his own operation. Things were okay at first, but as Ernie and his Keebler syndicate grew, there were some clashes regarding elf merchandizing and the use of Santa and reindeer on the Christmas cookies they made.

	Things quickly got ugly. The Easter Bunny tried to broker a peace, but got his fluffy tail kicked at the sit-down he had arranged. "E.B." spent the next few months shacked up with the Tooth Fairy, who nursed his wounds and a few other body parts.

	There had been a few minor skirmishes between the North Pole Gang and the Keebler "family". But things came to a head one Christmas Eve when some of Ernie's guys, disguised as some in Santa's Doll Department, slipped some laxative laden cookies in with the reindeers' pre-flight dinner.
Santa shuddered at the memory of that night. He had been forced to make an emergency return to the North Pole where his elves were ready with a windscreen they had to install on his sleigh to shield him from the reindeer spew.

	They barely got the deliveries done and all creatures throughout the magical realm breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Santa and his group always took a week off to recover from their annual run. Perhaps this downtime would allow tempers to cool.

	But Santa struck the next night, stuffing the Keebler tree full of coal during numerous strafing runs. It was close to an all-out war until the leprechauns intervened. St. Patrick's Day was less than three months away and the boys in green didn't want anything to affect their holiday.

	Injured pride or not, no one - and we mean no one - would dare do anything to get between the leprechauns and their beer fest. It was made clear that any candy cane-carrying goombah or chocolate chip-packing wise guy who started anymore trouble would find their balls crushed under the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

	And so an uneasy truce was maintained. But Santa didn't leave anything to chance and used a team of his toughest reindeer during this annual big run. Well, most of them were tough.

	The last reindeer, Irving, looked flustered as he read a text on his cell phone. 

	"It's from my mother," he sighed. "She thinks my Christmas career is all mashugana. Last night, she rants at dinner, but I say, 'Ma, not every reindeer can be a lawyer or a doctor.' Then she points a hoof to my brother Leonard, the veterinarian, and asks why I can't be more like him. Oy vey!"

	"What's mashugana?" she whispered to Vinny.

	"It's Yiddish for crazy. Don't worry about Irving - he's okay. He just has some mother issues."

	"Oh," was all Ashley could say. "The Rudolph song says you play reindeer games. What kind of games do you play? Football?"

	"Football? Nah, but Butch makes book on the point spreads. But get up on the chimney and lean over and we'll show you some games we like."

	While Vinny nudged her bottom to help, Ashley climbed up the chimney until she was waist high. She leaned over and gulped as she stared down the dark tunnel to the inside of her house. But there was a strong wire grill on top to keep birds out and she was in no danger of falling.

	With the girl in place, Vinny moved his nose from her buttocks to the smaller target just below. Tucked between the child's legs, her two plump labia were pressed tightly together, the whiteness of their hairless surface gleaming in the moonlight. Vinny inhaled deeply; she smelled so clean and fresh just like a little girl should.

	A few licks of her skin made Ashley giggle and kick her legs. Vinny licked harder, dipping his tongue into the small crevice. The child's entrance was incredibly small, but he dug in, making Ashley squeal as his saliva coated her inner area. His tongue met the resistance of her hymen, but Ashley only felt an odd tug at her inner vaginal walls as the animal pushed at the membrane without damaging it. 

	Something else seemed to move down there and the child felt very warm in there; warm and gooey. Vinny changed his tactic, lapping in larger, firm strokes to catch her clitty along with her inner labia. 

	"Oh...ungh!" Ashley grunted as the reindeer made her inexperienced pussy twitch and ...drip?

	"I'm wet down there!" Ashley yelped, afraid that was very naughty of her.

	Vinny responded by pressing his snout deeper, tasting the virgin dew of the five year-old's tender cuntlet. She was definitely ready for a new game.

	Ashley turned her head as Vinny took a step back. She was about to apologize for being so wet in her private parts when she noticed a long red rod protruding from under Vinny's belly. The other reindeer had the same things.

	"What is that?" she asked.

	"Something we only give to very special little girls, isn't that right boss?"

	Santa gave a thumbs-up as he took another swig of scotch.

	Ashley relaxed, relieved that Santa and his reindeer weren't made at her. She felt naughty and nice where Vinny had licked her.

	Vinny's front hooves thudded onto the edge of the chimney on either side of her. Then he worked his way forward until those hooves were on the far edge. Ashley felt something hot and hard press against her cunt. Then she saw sparkles in the air again as more magic prepared her for what was next.

	With a powerful thrust of his kind legs, Vinny speared his cock into the child's tiny cunt, blasting her cherry apart and sinking another two inches past it. The five year-old's virgin quim was achingly tight around the reindeer prick. A small amount of blood from her lost hymen added to her lubrication and Vinny sank his member deeper into her. Santa's magic allowed her to stretch impossibly in width and length without harm.

	Ashley moaned as she felt her innards push aside as the reindeer cock filled her tiny sheath farther than it was ever meant to take. There was no pain, just the incredible force of the animal's shaft as it sank deep into her belly.

	Vinny humped the child hard, mashing her hips against the chimney with each push. There was nothing like a little human girl's tight, squishy pussy to make a cold winter night a lot hotter.

	"How is she, Vinny?" Butch called.

	"Tight as an elf," Vinny grunted as he speared the kindergartner's pretty twat, making her precious, stretched mound slick with her drippings as he jack-hammered away.

	Ashley lay still, only bouncing from the force of each thrust from the reindeer as his cock engorged her delicate sex. The sheer girth of his meat had her pussy spread so that every movement was felt in exquisite detail. And the constant ramming ground her clit against the chimney. The little girl whined as it felt like a large wet balloon filled her and then suddenly released in waves.

	"Auuugh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ashley cried as her body was wrenched in the throes of an orgasm. 

	Vinny pounded into the squirming tot, his cock nearly twisting from the force of the little girl's churning pussy. His balls clenched and he invaded the five year-old's womb with his reindeer sperm.

	Carefully backing away from the spent child, he stepped aside so the others could see. Little Ashley lay with her legs hanging over the side of the chimney. Copious amounts of reindeer semen, pussy juice, and a touch of virginal blood coated the smooth flesh little girl's inner thighs. Her tiny bald cunt was still slightly open and dripping, beckoning the others to sample its goodness. 

	And the others did. Butch was the next to mount the tyke. As Vinny had done, he fucked the former virgin to climax before pumping his goo into her. Then it was Joey and so on until Irving, blanking out all thoughts of his mother, brought Ashley to her fiercest climax yet; making the tot holler and kick mindlessly as she came. His timing was excellent as he sprayed his reindeer jism into the tightness of her undeveloped body and sent her into another orgasmic frenzy.

	When Irving was done, Vinny called to his boss.

	"Yo, Big Red. We saved you something."

	Santa set the bottle down and climbed from his sleigh.

	"Thank you, boys. You know how much a like a juicy young rump roast."

	Santa rubbed his dick head against Ashley's gang-fucked little pussy, smearing her ass crack with wetness. Prying her warm young ass cheeks apart, he jammed his prick forward. His aim was true, skewering the child's anus and making Ashley squeal once more as her ass was opened. Her soft rectum hugged Santa's cock as he pressed forward and then stroked in and out in long strokes.

	Ashley sighed, weary and content from her reindeer-induced climaxes, as the jolly fat man heartily buggered her. The five year-old's ass kept its slippery hold on Santa's prick until he came, sending a searing load thundering deep into Ashley's tender bowels. Ashley felt the hot gush inside her bottom and was going to say something, but her mind couldn't think and then...

	"Come on, Ashley! I can't believe you're last one up."

	Ashley blinked as she sat up in bed and saw her big sister Allison in the doorway. 

	"Is it Christmas?" she asked.

	"Of course it is. Let's go, Squirt."

	Ashley gleefully hopped out of bed and let her fifteen year-old sister take her by the hand. Then she remembered the dream she had last night - things that she had no idea before. They were awfully naughty - and a little nice. But surely those things didn't happen in real life. And she was still dressed in her nightgown and her panties felt dry and clean on her bottom and private place. The little girl shook her head to clear those images away and then looked at the living room in surprise.

	Her father was staring at the seriously upgraded television while her mother was going through the huge pile of presents under and around the tree. Her mother looked up and smiled at both of her daughters.

	"Santa must have been happy with us this year. And Ashley, you definitely got the biggest haul. My goodness!"

	As Ashley stood staring at all of the presents, Allison knelt down beside her and whispered in her ear.

	"So, how's Vinny doing?"

	



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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