You half-heartedly resist the reindeers' attempts to lead you to the stable, they play dirty - teasing you every so often with a husky grunt to you ears, an affectionate full-body nuzzle, or just an unabashedly snuffling at your groin. Flushed with longing and lust, you're filled with anticipation at what the herd has in store for you. You are ushered to a secluded part of the stable, where there are half-a-dozen private stall - all obviously made to be quiet and large enough to hold you and your companions comfortably. The elves tending to the stalls giggle knowingly and shut the doors behind you, leaving just you and your... Your...
Herd.
Your mind's a mess from the sensory overload at this point, filled with nothing but the scent and touch of your herd as they all crowd around you. Your skull feels like it's going to burst from it, and actually does - revealing a pair of antlers that grows and crowns the top of your head proudly. You claw at your clothes and tear them free piece by piece, presenting your furry form underneath for your herd to see. Your ears perk up and stretches out in delight, when they grunt in approval at you.
The licking and nuzzling resumes, it feels amazing against your fur. You're absolutely twitterpated when one handsome stag starts nipping at your ears. They seem to know where all your sweet spots are - your ears, your neck, your tits, your belly, not even your new tail is spared from the licks and bites as the tuff of fur rears and poofs up just above your ass cheeks. They are pulling out all the stops to entice you to join in, and despite each sensual touch perverting your form more and more to that of a reindeer...
You're almost looking forward to it.
Your human cock hangs there limply, flaccid and shrunk as opposed to standing rock-hard from all of your lust. A doe pauses when she catches your gaze and eyes you intently, waiting for your consent.