Jason’s letter to Santa crackled in the fire as it lit up in a fantastic show of yellows and oranges before disintegrating into black ash. By now, the ink on the letter had surely boiled and evaporated away into nothing but he knew that Santa must have heard his plea. “Please, give me my brother back.”
The eleven-year-old boy shakily turned back towards the big motherly reindeer that was reclining by the Christmas tree. It looked like Vixen had already made a nest of sorts out of the other kid’s presents, resting on them as she nuzzled as he thick pregnant stomach, Rory still locked inside. Jason crawled towards the only female on Santa’s sleigh team, reaching out a trembling hand to stroke the doe’s tummy, to reassure his little brother that was trapped inside that cage of a womb that he’d save him.
“I’ll get you out, Rory.” Jason comforted his little brother as he felt the boy jostle inside, “If Santa granted your wish, he’s gotta help me.” Vixen turned her head up towards Jason as if she were agreeing with him, hooking her huge snout around his back and beckoning him to kneel down towards her. At first, he cringed at the feeling of his brother’s captor tugging him down like that, but she was persistent, gingerly yet sternly making Jason lay his head down on her rotund stomach. The boy just didn’t have the power to resist, not after his face sank into the gloriously pillow-soft pelt. Jason relented, letting out a calm sigh as he leaned against her, listening to the cadence of her heartbeat mixed in with Rory’s fitful kicking as his eyes started to lid shut.
“Mmphf…!” Jason jolted awake from his half-slumber watching Vixen nose against his face, her black cervine lips lapping against his smaller ones as that huge drooly tongue of hers peaked out once again. Just like before, it ploughed in between his lips, that tongue gently forcing its way into Jason’s mouth as the boy begin to suckle on that thick cervid muscle like a pacifier.
The warm taste of her cinnamon-sugar reindeer drool drenched Jason’s lips and lulled the boy into a cozy torpor as he laid on Vixen’s belly. The doe went a step further this time, opening her maw wider as those dark-colored reindeer lips stroked against Jason’s cheeks, massaging and suctioning against his flesh as the boy started to feel something give way. Jason felt more of Vixen’s tongue spill into his maw as his mouth got bigger, his nose and lips extruding into the doe’s mouth as a short proto muzzle started to take shape. He instantly knew something was wrong, but Jason just couldn’t pull himself away. The changes were painless and that warm taste of Vixen’s tongue dancing against his was so hard to pull away from. It wasn’t until he felt his nose heat up and flatten into a dark, leathery button that he was compelled to push her head away. His new short reindeer muzzle slipped free from Vixen’s mouth as Jason shakily reached up to touch it, realizing that his face had shifted to be part reindeer now.
“No, bad girl!” Jason cried out, trying to push his nose back into his face. “This isn’t what I wished for! This isn’t-” The boy was cut off as Vixen’s forehead pushed against his body, pinning him back down against her huge pillowy soft stomach as she kept up her sensual assault. Jason shivered and whimpered against her luxurious creamy white belly fur as he tried push his nose back down to fix his face, only to start whining louder as he felt that long drooly tongue slip underneath his pajama pants. That huge, gooey muscle slithered underneath the tight fabric, digging underneath his underwear as Vixen used her blocky herbivore teeth to pull down his bottoms.
“Hah-… no, please…” Jason cried out as he grappled with her short, velvety antlers, feebly trying to wrestle the doe’s head away from the most sacred part of his little body - but Vixen was undeterred. That plump cervid tongue slithered underneath Jason’s member, cradling it as she soaked it with steaming-hot, syrupy-thick reindeer drool. The boy’s erection shot out instantly, his prick harder than it had ever been before. Jason’s cock nuzzled against Vixen’s tastebuds as the huge doe sucked his four-and-a-half-inch boner into her mouth like a spaghetti noodle, kissing the boy’s groin with her slender lips as she locked his prick away inside her lascivious maw, sucking on it like a candy cane.
The most pleasure Jason had gotten before this was from a sock soaked in hot water, so when that warm, gooey muzzle wrapped around his member, Jason’s groin acted with a mind of its own. It slammed away as hard as it could against Vixen’s snout as she lavished his whole length in bestial love. Jason gripped onto the doe’s antlers for support to pound away as hard as he could, but no matter how much power he could muster, the deer’s face hardly budged, the deer keeping a caring look cemented in her eyes as she tended to her little partner’s needs. Jason snorted through his cervid nose as he felt his balls churn, thrusting one more time into those loving lips as the most intense orgasm of his young life rocked his whole body numb. A jet of jizz shot into Vixen’s mouth as the doe eagerly lapped it up, caressing the tip of Jason’s sensitive glans as she cradled his member with her tongue like a hotdog in a bun. That first spurt of semen was followed by a bigger one, then a bigger one, the reindeer milking Jason’s balls for all they were worth as her tongue got to work molding his ejaculating cock into the shape she desired most.
Jason bit his bottom lip as his boy-meat stretched out in length, urged outward by Vixen’s tongue like a slab of clay in a potter’s wheel. Despite it growing longer, the boy’s cock didn’t get slimmer. His pale human skin changed into a bestial pink as his cock flesh bulged out, growing girthier and all-the-more sensitive as Vixen’s gooey saliva sank into his skin, moisturizing his changing bestial boyhood until it was luscious and slick. With every spurt of cum, Jason’s fattening member gained inch upon inch in length, his tapered deer prick resting on the brim of Vixen’s throat as his balls shot out one last string of cum right out into her waiting gullet. Vixen churred out an encouraging snort to Jason before finally starting to pull back, ready to show off her handiwork to the boy.
“Ugh… oh no…” Jason quivered as Vixen’s mouth began to slop off of his groin, the doe happily looking the boy straight in the eye as her black lips slowly revealed inch after inch of his new penis. Hot-pink, bestial cock flesh shimmered in the glow of the Christmas tree’s lights as Jason’s eyes gleamed with a glint of despair and lust. Vixen’s muzzle finally let his tapered cervid glans slip entirely free from her lips as she opened her mouth wide, showing off the spoils of her blow job to the young human. Boy cum mixed with her viscous spittle swirled around the surface of her tongue, strands of drooly splooge dripping onto the hardwood floor below as she huffed a sugar-scented puff of reindeer breath in his face. As Jason’s eyes drooped down to look at the cummy mess Vixen was making on the ground, he noticed something else had changed. His balls had gotten bigger – more ovular, white peach-fuzz beginning to sprout from his testicles as they bloated into Grade A egg-sized orbs.
Deer balls. Vixen had sucked all his boy cum out and replaced his testicles with deer balls. The last of his human children, the last of his hopes of getting a human girl pregnant and having the family that he was so cruelly denied as a child… it was now resting on the animal’s tongue. Jason reached out a pleading hand in a vain attempt to get it back, only for the doe’s maws to slap shut, the giant reindeer’s head leaning back as she swallowed it all down. The last traces of Jason’s human seed were now travelling down a bulge in Vixen’s neck inching down towards her stomach. The last of his seed… serving no other purpose than to nourish Vixen and her new faun, Rory.
“This isn’t… what I wished for…” Jason began to cry, “I just wanted Rory back… I wanted us to be a family together…”
Vixen’s giant body stirred underneath Jason as she rolled over, hiking all four of her legs in the air as her huge body spun the deer on her back. Despite Jason’s tears, Vixen kept a giddy expression on her upside-down snout as the doe shoved Jason towards her rear, trying to show him his next present.
Jason’s body shivered all over as he got his first look at her bestial femininity. That puffy pink cervine pussy perched between the crevice of her flanks was sopping wet, glazed with a thick veneer of saccharine reindeer honey. The doe’s love was seeping off those lush labial lips and radiating a warmth rivaling that of the fireplace’s. The mere sight of that blushing bestial flesh made Jason dizzy as blood rushed to his over-sized deer prick. The boy almost collapsed as his animal prick grow to its full length. He managed to reach out a hand to prop himself up against her rear, only for it to sink against her plush motherly reindeer rump. It was then he caught a glimpse of a shimmering gift tag hanging off Vixen, the string holding it draped around one of her swollen pink teats. Jason gulped as he stood on his tiptoes to take the tag off the deer’s fat nipple, his bobbing erection being forced to rub against Vixen’s fur as he stood against her, peppering her lush coat with musky dollops of buck pre. It read:
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Dear Jason,
Vixen here is all yours. She’ll help you and your brother get into our north pole family.
P.S. I’ll look the other way if you need to get a little naughty. Who knows, maybe you'll have a future as a stud.
- Santa
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