The small elf-man reflexively flinched, his jangle-bells jingling, as he hesitantly approached the ominous wooden barn doors to perform his duty. Tipplewink had heard numerous horror stories about Santa's Stables. Elves didn't always come back out, and those that did, often didn't leave with their elven Innocence. His small, cold, pre-maturely arthritic elven hands bravely clutched his package charge: a small salt and mineral cone for Santa's reindeer, designed to give them extra metabolic energy for the coming Christmas delivery season. Despite the constant resupplying of matted hay to the floor, Tipplewink's nose was instantly assaulted by the pungent, bestial scent of the inner stable complex's denizens. These weren't normal reindeer, these carefully curated caribou women were hand-picked and magically enchanted by old Saint Nick himself, to serve as the perfect sleigh-sluggers. The antlered ungulate's enhanced metabolisms produced a ferocious, wild, and passionate temperament in the cooped-up. hot-blooded pack-beasts. Tipplewink knew this full well, as he silently laid the salt-lick in the center of the cavernous stable-room. His presence was soon noted, as plumes of humid breath snorted out from every angle, the creaking of unlatched stall-doors creaking open filling the odoriferous sty.
Tipplewink gulped loudly as reflective, bright-blue reindeer eyes shown out from the grim, dingy corners of the stalls. He scampered away, his restrictive green tights tinkling in the poorly-illuminated musty confines. He slipped on a matted clod of reindeer offal as he neared the door, crashing into a pile of junk. A heap of heavy pitchforks, bridles, buckets and other stable supplies clattered over the only viable exit, as Tipplewink heard braying and snorting behind him. His little elven arms couldn't even budge the collapse of clutter, his limbs exhausted like noodles from endless shifts on the hectic toy-lines. His over-worked heart hammering, the little elf man scurried into a dark corner of the stable, under an over-turned gong-porting wheelbarrow. His big, violet eyes nervously scanned out to assess the advancing pack in the dank, dim sty. His jumbled nerves calmed some-what, as the muscular female reindeer lost interest in him, and began circling around the proffered spire of salt. His eyes glowed with the red, warm radiance of the lead female's incandescent nose, as Rudolph herself claimed first-rights to the mineral block. The mighty winter deer lowered her antler-bearing head down gracefully, and with dainty grace licked at the coarse crystal. The caribou's long, flexible tongue extended and lavished upon the whetted salt stone, her brilliant blue eyes closing in intense relish as the savory flavors filled her drooling mouth. Rudolph eagerly licked and slurped over every inch of the salt block, visibly diminishing it as the remaining crew of eight reindeer stamped in nervous agitation. Blitzen was the first to timidly approach from behind, Rudolph rearing her furred muzzle back and staring down the encroaching reindeer with an assertive glare.
Tipplewink's breath caught in his throat, as he spied what happened next. As Blitzen submissively approached Rudolph from behind, the glow-nosed caribou assertively squared her rear-haunches, jutting her lithe, muscular legs to the side, and lifting her fluffy deer tail high. Rudolph sneered derisively, curling her upper-lip in a Flehmen's Response, as Blitzen hesitantly lowered her furry muzzle to Rudolph's steaming, exposed, white-furred, vaginal lips. Rudolph was finally distracted from the sopping salt stone, as her white-fluffed tail flickered over the flaring nostrils of the demure Blitzen. The sloppy, wet sounds of intense lapping filled the dingy stable, the remaining seven deer nervously watching the sled-crew's lead team wantonly copulate. Rudolph was aggressive in showing Blitzen her place, rearing up, grinding, and jutting her jiggling haunches against the other female. Tipplewink gasped as he heard Rudolph's flushed, aroused, and steaming-damp vaginal folds sliding over the other reindeer's furred muzzle with an obscene squelching noise. The elf man had heard that female reindeer's grew extra padding around their haunches during the freezing winter months, and Blitzen was suffering this added heft with grim endurance. Blitzen had to take several steps back on her four-toed deer hooves, as Rudolph rode her lesbian partner with wild abandon. By the time Rudolph seemed satisfied, Blitzen's face was rapidly cooling with musky reindeer sexual fluids, Rudolph heaving off and haughtily strutting away in a triumphant trot back to her stall,. The shaggy reindeer reared down, her soft antlers nearly touching the floor, as she eagerly partook of her hard-won salty prize.
Blitzen indulgently gummed at the tasty salt lick, ravishing it with her undivided attention. From behind, Cupid and Dunder timidly grasped each-other by the waist, as they nervously approached, enviously eying the diminishing mineral block. As soon as they approached, Blitzen wheeled around, eyes bulging as her furry ears flicked in agitation. The smaller reindeer pair gasped as Blitzen glared at them, and lowered her head, exposing her antlers to the petite reindeer-cows. As if on unspoken cue, Dunder and Cupid gradually turned around, still clutching each-other fearfully as they timidly lifted their snow-white tails high. Tipplewinks didn't know what to expect next, as Blitzen approached under them, angling her antlers just underneath, as the does hesitantly lowered their rumps down on Blitzen's proffered antlers. They bellowed and mooed loudly, shivering and trembling as they tried to help the assertive Blitzen guide the pokey antlers deeper. Blitzen was simultaneously penetrating all four of the squatting pair's pink, fur-rimmed holes, their over-stimulate grunts rising as the elf's sensitive nose inhaled the rising scent of female reindeer passion. Cupid began squealing loudly as Blitzen tilted her antlers sadistically, twisting the thick protrusions around in their sore vaginas and sphincters. Minutes passed as the lewd penetration relentlessly continued, until Blitzen seemed satisfied, and withdrew her mighty antlers from the bent-over pair with a wet popping sound. The over-stimulated duo fell to the floor, as Dunder held Cupid tight to her furry chest, craddling the small reindeer as she sobbed lightly. However, the trauma from their intense erotic experience instantly faded as they crawled over to the salt lick, their long pink tongues playfully licking together over the cratered and pitted surface.
As Dunder and Cupid settled in, the rest of the sled pulling team sidled up, laying down intimately as they all gently lapped at the delicious salty snack. Their antlered heads would bump around, some even intertwining as they eagerly reveled in the salt lick spire. As the reindeer women closely intermingled, they began exploring each-other's nude bodies with increasing passion. Tipplewink's could barely make out Prancer from Vixen as the increasingly passionate deer women began nuzzling and humping in a disorganized pile of musky fur. Soft murmurs, mixed with sharp mooing bellows filled the stable as the previous hierarchical dominance disintegrated into a lascivious, all-female, reindeer orgy. Muzzles were shoved between thick thighs, milk-laden breasts were expertly nibbled by soft tongues, soft brown and white fur rustled, and soon, sopped with feminine excitement. Tipplewinks was beginning to lose himself to the debauched display of animal lesbian passion. He had heard the older elves bitterly mention "Reindeer Games", but the young buck elf had no idea this is what they meant. He gingerly lifted the wheelbarrow rim higher, to gain a better peak at the shifting, squealing pile of furry, gyrating caribou, their winter-thickened, muscular rumps drenched with erotic moistness.
Tipplewinks became so engrossed in watching the lesbian orgy, he failed to notice as an ominous red glow approached. Suddenly, without warning, a four-way split hoof powerfully kicked the wheelbarrow cover from his hands. Squealing like a cornered rat, Tipplewinks began desperately pleading for his life as the ornery reindeer woman towered over him, her large nostrils flaring in indignation at his trespass in their inner domain. She lashed out at him knocking him to the ground as she began dragging him towards the other reindeer woman, who groggily regarded Rudolph's sudden acquisition with keen interest. Pinning Tipplewinks to the dirty hay floor, Comet pinning his arms down as Dancer chomped at his green tights, nearly pinching him terribly as she ferociously ripped his cheap, spandex, elven work-uniform off. A mixture of intense fear and excitement filled Tipplewinks from being surrounded by the tightly grouped throng of eager, panting reindeer produced an intense erection in the restrained elf man, the deer women noticing his engorged elfhood with devious intent.