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You can see the gouge marks on the ceiling over your head - that’s how tall he was.”\n\n“He was naked, and smiling, with the lights on the tree sparkling behind him. I couldn’t see his cock, as it was in shadows, but his balls...” The tiger paused, stepping across the row of dangling prizes, to caress the one on the far left. He cupped under it, gently, fondly stroking his thumb along the front of the fire-warmed pouch. “They dangled so nicely between his thighs, in perfect sillhouette. I sat up, and tasted him.”\n\n“I knew he was special,” the tiger continued, musing, rolling those fat nuts between his fingers. “As soon as I got a taste of his pre-cum, I got a peculiar tingle, a tingle I hadn’t felt since April twenty fourth, 2011.”\n\nThere had been other trophies, in other areas of the manor, including a suit of armor decked out in an implausibly pink bunny costume. The basket in the knight’s hand had been full of garishly dyed and painted eggs. \n\n“Yeah, I was licking the cock of one of Santa’s Reindeers themselves. No idea which one, I don’t really study up on those things, but he had a nice cock and a handsome set of nuts.” He gestured to the collection below the mantle.\n\n“No, I didn’t collect him then. I realized, of course, that if there was one, there must be seven others... so I decided to go for the gold. You know me, and my .. fixation with collecting the Whole series.”\n\nThe tiger reached down, to adjust a length or tigery boniness pointing out from his satiny bathrobe. \n\n“I was going to need some help, though, to get to the others. It just took a finger, nudge up behind his dangling balls, pressing up against his taint, and I got a nice, warm mouthful of elknog. Savory and rich. Ethereals are not allowed to share their seed with us... mortals, you know, so there was no way he could have voluntarily allowed himself to do such a thing. He was road-weary, though, cold and sore and frustrated, and his body couldn’t Help but share his bounty. That was all I needed.\n\nAs soon as that magical jizz soaked into my bloodstream, well, I got the saaaame powers as those reindeer had. Teleportation, flying, even the ability to mold perceptions. Which worked out perfectly for me!\n\nI had to test out my theory, so I went to Detroit. It took all of a couple milliseconds - I simply thought of Detroit, and then, there I was, hovering over that grand city in naught but the blanket I had wrapped around myself to bed!\n\nAIEEE!\n\n“Of course, then I remembered how to fly - just as if I were dreaming. I soared, cantilevered about, and then finally settled down on a rather astute mansion on the north side of town. There was, I could sense, two young girls sleeping in one of the rooms. I could sense them, almost see them with my body, if that makes sense, two brightly colored, nearly flourescent yellow and green little bed bugs tucked away in their thick downy blankets. I could sense two darker, dimmer forces of energy, too, one a dim blue, the other a pleasant robust maroon color. That must be the parents, I thought to myself.”\n\n“I found myself inside the house, all of a sudden, standing next to a grandiose Christmas tree. There were stockings and decadent decorations strewn all about, it was really Quite festive.”\n\nSlrrrrp. “This cocoa really is remarkable, are you sure you won’t have some? Very well.”\n\n“One thing that was Not present.. was presence. Err.. Presents. You know, those things that go under the tree. Not a one! And that meant, of course, that Santa had not come yet. Which was simply perfect for me. I flitted! from that Christmas tree, to another, quite nearby... at the Detroit Botanical Gardens and Steak Bar. There were not many specimens that were thriving, but that was okay - hidden back in one of the corners I found a niiiice plump exotic Nettle bush. I was careful, of course, to only pluck one leaf, and only by it’s stem, but it was a nice, glorious leaf, maybe threeee feet long.”\n\n“Flit! I went back to the mansion, and found myself on the roof - juuust where I imagined that I would put the sleigh. I stepped juuust to the right, and carefully planted that long, narrow leaf in the soft snow. It was just about waist high, which would be perfect! I flitted to a tree nearby, and waited.”\n\n“Sure enough, not a few moments had gone by before that sleigh slid juust where I thought it would go. The reindeer pulling it danced along, and I smiled when I saw that the one in the very front, who looked quite familiar, had run right over that nettle. He snorted, reaching down to rub at that bulging cotton jock he was wearing.”\n\n“Oh, did I forget to mention? Being impervious to snow and cold, all of the reindeer wore little more than a leather harness and red cotton jocks. I presume that the jocks were there JUST in case someone would see them prowling about in their house - an intruder is one thing, but a naked intruder is just asking for trouble!”\n\n“I saw him rubbing at his hefty basket, though, and I smiled, and I bet my tail twitched! It wasn’t the best of plans, but it would do. It would do.”\n\n“I needed to make one more stop. Having the addresses of everyone in the entire world, waiting like some sort of ethereal Google, was quite nice! Almost as nice as being able to BE wherever I wanted, in the blink of an eye!\n\nIt took only a biiiit of fanagling to convince Santa’s veterinarian that he needed to take the night off. Well, some finagling, and maybe some twine, and a sharp pair of scissors. It’s pretty amazing what a dog will agree to when he’s just watched you gulp down his left nut!”\n\n“Then it was getting in costume and going to the North Pole, veterinarian bag in hand!”\n\n“When the reindeer got back, worn and weary, that one in the front was still rubbing at himself. I introduced myself as the replacement, and I was fortunate that that fellow was so distracted with his itchy rash that he didn’t look too closely at me!”\n\n“The big man himself told the bucks to do whatever I needed, since I was a professional, and they all began to unhook their halters, and undo their jocks! I thought for a moment, that perhaps I was about to be at the center of a big staggy gang bang!”\n\n“As much fun as THAT would be, though, they were juuust getting ready for their post flight exam. They had been doing this for a long time, it was second hat. What was peculiar, though, was how each of the stags were ... erect! So very quickly! It made me wonder what exactly that veterinarian did as part of his plans! I decided to use this in my favor.”\n\n“Well, err... I see you’re all seemingly very healthy,” I said, feigning a bit of embarrassment at the sturdiness of all those deer prongs. They seemed to be tickled at the idea that I was put off, and some of them made a point of spreading their legs, and pushing their hips forward. “So, uh... what exactly did the last doctor Do with you, when you were done your flights?”\n\n“Well, mostly he’d just check us out, make sure we weren’t hurt, no frostbite, you know,” said one of the more slender bucks, standing next to the only vixen of the group. \n\n“Yeah, and then he’d give ONE of us a handjob!” said a larger buck, the apparent twin of the one who was still rubbing at his balls. \n\n“A handjob?” I asked, quite surprised, “For one of you?”\n\n“Yup! Whichever one he thought had done the best job,” added the last deer in line, the one with the longest prick. It was already drooling from the tip. “We ain’t allowed to do it ourselves, on account of the rules, and we’re usually so randy that he has to do Something to help us out.”\n\n“Right, that makes sense, but only one? Why not all of you?”\n\nThey all laughed, at that, as if it were the silliest question in the world. I didn’t think it was that silly, do you? It seemed like a perfectly legitimate question to ask, to me!”\n\n“Naw naw, the rest of us have to refill the magic machine,” the second buck said. He reached down, rubbin’ at his dangling ovoid orbs. \n\n“The... magic machine.” I nodded. When in rome, you don’t question the architecture! “Of course, yes, how silly of me to have forgotten that. Well, I don’t want to ignore THAT part of your evening, so perhaps I’ll just do an examination of ya’all. Starting withhhh.... you.”\n\nI pointed right to that scratchy-nutted deer, and the fellow came right up, sniffling a bit, rubbing at his paws.\n\n“You seem to be enjoying rubbing yourself,” I said, and I heard a few snickers from the rest of the group.\n\n“It’s not that, I just, I guess I must have gotten bit by a bug in Africa or something! I’m all itchy on my sack.”\n\n“Oh? Well, let me just seeeee...” I said, regrasping those warm, heavy testicles in my greedy striped fingers. I nodded, and hmmed, shifting one paw and then the other to lightly balance them between my fingers, and then I tsk-tsk-tsked.\n\n“Tell me, my boy, were you fellows flying through Bangkok, by any chance?”\n\n“Well... I mean, sure, we went everywhere!”\n\n“Mmm hmm.. Well, I hate to say this, but there is a very, very rare event happening right now. A fungal storm!”\n\nNine pairs of eyes peered back at me, perplexed.\n\n“Oh yes, it usually only happens once every three hundred years. A mountain, Ban-yo-wang, has a great and monstrous fungus growing on one side of it. It releases it’s spores in a great white cloud. They are basically harmless, but any exposure to a certain area of a certain species’ body..” I shook my head, sadly. “I’m afraid that you might all be infected!”\n\nThe frivolous mood dissipated instantly. The alarmed stags all began checking at them selves, rubbign and scratching at their scrotums and sheaths, seeing if there was any sign of this supposed infection. Only the female, Vixen I think her name was, seemed unimpressed. \n\n“A fungal infection? That only affects reindeer? In Bangcock?”\n\nI nodded, grimly. “Yup. Specifically male reindeer. A spore will latch onto the scrotal skin - there’s a particular oil there they do so enjoy - and incubate. Sending out it’s loooong fungal tendrils, consuming all the flesh! First one ball, then another, then the cock! Eventually the poor stud is nothing but a big puffball of spores, waiting to burst!”\n\nI emphasized the ‘burst’ by giving those balls I was still holding a good squeeze. Dasher yelped!\n\n“Oh, that shouldn’t have hurt, I am only holding your balls. I fear that the first contraction is upon you, my boy. It may be TOO LATE to save you!”\n\n“What?? No!! You have to save me! What do I have to do, wash them in sudsy water??”\n\n“It’s too risky for that, my friend. The only way to save you, now... is to remove the source of the infection entirely!”\n\nThey all gasped, in the middle of rubbign and scrubbing their pouches.\n\n“That’s right. I’m going to have to do an emergency pouch-ectomy! Here and now! It’s the only chance to save your life!” I peered at the other bucks. “ALL of your lives!”\n\n“But that’s preposterous, it’s the middle of winter in Bangkok, and you are saying that a fungal cloud-”\n\n“Global warming,” I interrupted, gravely. “That’s why you haven’t heard of it until now. It’s all true. Al Gore is writing an expose about this very fungus.”\n\n“Could you stop all that talking and save my life!? Please?!” said Dasher, and he flopped himself right over the closest tool bench, peering over his shoulders.\n\n“YEs yes, of course, just hand me that leather strap there, yes, and you, get me some of that gauze... no I don’t care if it’s for a doll’s dress. You, yes, you’re going to be next, it’s only going to be a few minutes, but I need you to go get a bucket and some lard!”\n\nI said that, while holding Dasher’s doomed balls in my paw, the pouch cinched tightly closed, those handsome, itchy balls just waiting to be cut off. \n\n“Now normally I’d make sure to have some sexy nurses here to keep you distracted, but you’re a stud, so I’m gonna need you to just bite down on that rein.. there you go, now, you’re giong to feel a pinch!”\n\nI could have made it hurt, a lot more than it did, but I had had an incident with a tooth fairy some years earlier which gave me, as a friend called it, “Magic Fingers”. I didn’t want to punish the poor fella, I just wanted to snag his nuts! So I made sure to tweak it a bit, twist it, just to make him grunt uncomfortably, and then, voila! Those magical nuts were sagging between my fingers, untethered!\n\nI glanced around, then grabbed a nearby “XBone” box, dumped the electronics, whatever they were, onto the floor, and then dropped that pouch inside.\n\n“What are you doing that for,” Vixen asked, standing next to me, her arms crossed.\n\n“Well, I, have to make sure nothing get contaminated. That’s just standard health protocol, donchaknow.” I hoped my accent would throw her off, as the second buck came back with the bucket and lard.\n\n“Excellent. Now, I’m going to need someone to hold this here...” The smallest of the bucks, Cupid, grabbed at the bucked, and held ti under the table.\n\n“Here?”\n\n“YEah, about there, you’ll understand why in a bit. See, I know how important it is to save your lives, but I also know that you guys need to .. contribute to the magic machine, so I think i have a solution that fits everyone’s needs!”\n\n“Needs?” Vixen murmured. “What exactly is Your need?”\n\n“Well! I need someone to use the lard! Dancer, it’s your turn, onto the operating table!”\n\nDasher’s twin shyly hopped up, sitting on the edge of the table, a paw resting on his cock. “Urm..”\n\n“Aww, don’t worry about that, we’ll make sure you get a nice good load of magic out to help Santa. Vixen?”\n\n“What.” She was holding the bowl of fat, but didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it.\n\n“Are you going to... help?”\n\nShe glanced to Dancer’s crotch, then to me, then to Dancer. “What?!”\n\n“Well I can’t do Both, and it would be a shame to clip these perfect specimens without their owner getting Some form of last hurrah!”\n\n“Ugh.. no way. Besides, wouldn’t that just help spread the... infection?”\n\n“Guys,” Dasher complained, arms folded over his chest. “Time is of the essence, there’s still six more stags to go after Dancer!”\n\n“Don’t worry! I’ll do it!” said Prancer, the perky tailed stag impositioning himself between Dancer and Vixen. He smeared his fingers through that bowl of lard, and gave Dancer a big wide grin. “Hiiiii, Dancer.”\n\n“Uh, well, I mean, you could just take them off, I don’t need to-” Dancer stuttered, eyes widening with fear as Prancer advanced towards him with a greasy paw. “No that’s okay, you don’t have to-Oooh!”\n\n“Heh heh, I got a talented paw, don’t I?” He winked to me, then, that lascivious twink of a deer, as his shiny fingers glid up and down along Dancer’s length. His shaft was identical to Dasher’s - if they were , indeed, identical twins, there was at least, for the moment, One way to tell them apart. “You better hurry up, doc, I doubt he’ll last long with this.”\n\nI grinned, and patted the table next to Dancer. “Come on Cupid, you’ll want to sit up here, instead. You know what to do with the bucket?”\n\nThe smallest of the reindeer blushed, nodding as he sat down, staring as his comrade was jerked off by the practiced paw of Prancer.\n\n“Are you sure... I mean...” Dancer was having trouble focussing, clearly, as his hips twitched against Prancer’s fingers. He was blushing deeply, peering at Vixen, then away, then back shyly.\n\n“Realy? You’re embarrassed that I’m here? You see my naked, every day, Dancer.”\n\n“Well, yes, but, I mean, it’s just-” He stumbled over his words, as Prancer continued to twist and flick his wrist. I nudged in, and began tying and cinching off the second pouch of the night. “I didn’t expect to.. tonight, I was hoping that-”\n\n“Hoping that what?” Vixen screwed up one side of her face confusedly. “Did you want me to castrate you instead of the vet?”\n\n“I... nnng!” Dancer grabbed the edge of the table. Cupid was there with the bucket, and Prancer easily stroked and milked the male’s helpless orgasm into the bucket, with his eyes scrunched closed and his cheeks as red as Rudolph’s nose.\n\n“It’s interesting, I’ve never seen a male ejaculate before,” Vixen commented, studying closely. Dancer pulsed another hard stream, the thick globlets tapering off. \n\nI lifted his stolen pouch up, dabbing it against his forehead. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”\n\nDancer’s eyes crossed, and the poor boy went out like a light.\n\n“I don’t think it’s fair, “Dasher said, “that the others are all gonna get off and I just got snipped.” \n\n“Oh, don’t whine so much, you’re safe, that’s what matters! Allright, Prancer, your turn!”\n\n“Aye aye, captain!” Prancer hauled the unconscious Dancer off the table, and jumped up to take his place. \n\n“I guess, let’s see, that would mean Comet would be the one to jerk ya off,” I said, dropping Dancer’s pouch in on top of Dasher’s. \n\n“No need! Jerking Dasher off was all I needed! Get that rope ready, I ain’t gonna last long!” the wiggly reindeer stated, grinning to Cupid as he wrapped his greasy, slicked up paw around his own prodigious endowment. \n\nI decided not to correct him. Dasher and Dancer did look very familiar, and he did seem to enjoy jerking the one of them off. Who am I to infer who he should be fantasizing about? Prancer’s balls were slender and long, like the rest of him, and they jiggled and bounced with each stroke of his fist against himself. Trussing them up took only a minute, and even as I yanked the leather lace tight, he grunted, shaft thickening in his grasp.\n\n“You’re not concerned about losing your nuts forever?” I asked, as Cupid brought the bucket over.\n\n“Oh, hell no, you know how hard it is to ....” he glanced to Vixen, and then some of the other stags, before clearing his throat, “‘make friends’, when you’ve got big floppy nuts bouncing around? There’s a lot of guys who are gonna LOVE this new smooth look! Trim away, doc!”\n\nSplurt! Splash, splash! He added his load to the bucket, along with Dancer’s, and I added his nuts to the box with a pleasant fwump of flesh on flesh. \n\n“Next would be, uh, you, Vixen, but...” I rubbed the back of my neck, “That fungus is really only a risk to males, fortunately, so it looks like you’re gonna be fine.”\n\n“What a relief,” she added, dryly, before peering down into that box. “What are you gonna do with these?”\n\n“Well, I guess I’ll have to incinerate them, to prevent the fungus from, you know, contaminating the rest of the area. Aight Comet, your turn big boy!”\n\nComet was a big thicker, chubbier than the rest of the stags, which was surprising considering he had just flown around the entire world in the span of a few hours. Maybe his cookielytic converter was out of tune, I don’t know.\n\n“Are we sure I’m infected?” he asked, and I got him to lay down on his back, to ease the stress of having to watch. I guestured to Cupid, who smeared his own paw up and... carefully... wrapped it around the trunk of a cock sprouting up from the chubby deer’s crotch. It was thicker than the little guy’s snout! He looked so funny, staring at it in awe, just stroking it with his fingers.\n\n“I’m positive, I wouldn’t do such a serious operation if I didn’t have full faith in my diagnostic abilities. Come on, Cupid, why don’t you scoot a little closer, yeah, just like that. There you go, yup, just kind of grind against Comet’s thigh there.” \n\nI was careful, of course, not to alert the little fella that I was trussing his nuts up as well as Comet’s. While Comet’s sack had a fleshy thickness that you would expect from a winter parka, Comet’s were juuust barely a palmful, and cutely tender. I didn’t tie them too tight, just enough to work, as they stroked and ground against each other. Comet’s eyes were closed, and he lowed, with every other breath, almost as if he was snoring, while Cupid handled what was apparently his first cock with remarkable calmness and aplomb.\n\nVixen seemed as fascinated as Cupid, crouchign down to watch as one male played with another. She turned her head one way, and then the other, not making any disruptive noises, but puzzling things out.\n\nAt this point, I was in a groove, not really in a rush but not dilly dallying, either. I took the bucket, that had been forgotten by Cupid, and moved it over to the two. I suppose I should have waited, but really I didn’t see the point - I took Cupid’s pouch between my fingers, and using that Tooth Fairy magick, I twisted my fingers. Just a couple smooth twists, and it came smoothly, seamlessly off, like a piece of dough. I put it to the side, and took Comet’s bulkier pouch. Gripping it between fingers and palm, I used a claw, and sliced it soft and smoothly right from his groin.\n\nThe two males were so busy making, that their painless neutering hadn’t even registered. Excellent. I took the two pouches, tossing them (two points!) into the box, and then grasped both firm shafts. I knew what I was doing, unlike Cupid, and with only a few firm, smooth strokes, I had both males gushing. Angling them shafts down, I got almost all of their last loads into the bucket. \n\nThat bucket was getting pretty full by this point!\n\n“Allright, boys, very good, now off with ya!” I said, shooing the two off the table.\n\n“But, aren’t you going to-OH!” Cupid chirped, peering down at his denuded groin, where his balls no longer perched. “I.. didn’t even notice.”\n\n“Well you were having a good ole time snoggin’ with Comet there.” I smirked, patting the chubby deer on his butt. “Why don’t you two go take a shower and clean up.” I winked, and then grinned to the next in line.\n\n“Donner, are you ready?”\n\nDonner was a magnificent beast. He wasn’t the tallest - that was Prancer, or the most muscular - that was definitely Blitzen. He wasn’t the handsomest - that was Dasher, or the cutest - Cupid. His cock wasn’t the longest - Prancer again - or the thickest - Comet, but it was respectable. What Donner had, though, was balls. Easily, and by biggest pouch of the lot. Well, you can see it for yourself, of course, but I remember thinking that it wouldn’t be that hard to stuff all of the other sacs inside of his. A veritable santa sized sack!\n\nI had him sit on the table, and he leaned back, watching with wide eyes as I handled his pouch. The things I would do with that pouch! It felt wrong, taking it here in Santa’s workshop, in front of the others, like some stray dog. These boys deserved to be taken in style.\n\nI let them flop loosely over the edge of the table, their weight dragging them low, and I wiped my hands clean.\n\n“You’re clean, Donner. I think you’ll be all right.”\n\n“Wha-”\t\t\t\t“No way!”\t\t\t“Aww C’mon!”\n\t\t“Huh??”\t\t“No fair!” \n\nThe other reindeer seemed to disagree, but I shook my head resolutely. “Nope, I’m sure that those testicles are fine. You’re free to go, Donner.”\n\nThe cervine’s long ears twitched forward, then back, and he glanced around the other males- well, the other caribou, anyways, before tentatively sliding back off the counter. His bollocks swung between his thighs, dense and no doubt swollen with seed. I cleared my throat to keep the others from hearing my belly growling.\n\n“Scoot, before I change my mind!” I chuckled, giving his nuts a playful patting. So heavy - so warm! He scuttered to the side, crossing his arms and frowning, his shaft still erect, twitching.\n\n“Allright, Blitzen, let’s take a looksie.”\n\n“Huff, Me and Donner were both in the back,” the biggest of the reindeer said, casually straddling the table, lifting up his sack and dropping his nuts in my paw. “I think you’ll find that if he made it unscathed, than I prolly did, too.” He gave Donner a wink. “The deer in the front must have made a little passageway for us-”\n\n“Oh, nope, these are definitely gonna have to come off.” I rather enjoyed the smirk drain from the big male’s muzzle as the little feline doctor diagnosed his balls off of him. “They’re exceptionally warm, and I can feel the fungus growing in them.” I gave a subtle squeeze, making the cervine whine and twist, big muscles shifting as he reached to push my paws away.\n\n“Hey get off, those are my boys you’re squeezing there.”\n\n“I wasn’t squeezing, Blitzen!” I lied, as I released my grip, but not my hold. These bad boys were mine. “Are you saying you can’t handle even a little bit of pain? I mean, Cupid took his snipping like a pro. Hell, I don’t think Comet even realized yet that he’s missing-”\n\n“Hey, I can handle anything those other boys can handle!” He sneered. “I just don’t think you gotta lop my balls off.”\n\n“But I do! It’s the only way to guarantee that you stay alive,a nd don’t infect any other reindeer. So, unless you’re gonna puss out and run away, I’m going to get down to it. You going to behave?”\n\nBlitzen peered down, eyeing his sack up in my hands, warm and healthy and completely uninfected. He glanced at the other males, who had so bravely done the right thing to keep themselves safe, and he shook his head with a sigh. \n\n“Fine. Take them.”\n\nWith pleasure! I thought to myself, and happily trussed those tough spuds. \n\n“You gonna crank yourself, or do you want me to get someone to help ya out?” I asked, casually, as those leather straps were snagged taut, choking off his pouch.\n\n“Crank myself.. well... uhh... I mean, it’s kind of hard, knowing that I’m about to lose my nuts and all,” he said, uncomfortably, and I snickered at him.\n\n“Didn’t seem to give Prancer any problem. I guess you’re just not as much of a man as him... to think, a big masculine brute like you, can’t even get yourself off.”\n\n“I can get myself off! I just... prefer different situations!” The cervine had reached down, dryly stroking his meatstick, just tugging at it half heartedly. \n\n“Less chirpin’, more jerkin’!” I said, feeling kind of high at that point. The cervine grunted, then squeezed his shaft, pulling on it a bit more steadily,.\n\n“There ya go, you can do it, you’re just as much a man as the other studs in this room,” I quipped, as I carefully weighted those nuts, watching as the muscle-stag jerked himself. “And I’m sure you got just as nice a load in those balls as any of those others did.” \n\nHe didn’t seem convinced, but he sped up his stroking, and I could see precum glimmering along the tip of his shaft. He just needed a bit more convincing.\n\nI stroked his nuts, pulling down along them, fingers squeezing lightly along them before pulling at the skin wrinkled up underneath them. \n\n“You’re a big stud,” I encouraged, Rubbing them briskly. “And you’re so brave, volunteering to let me cut them off while you’re jerking off. Just think, after they’re being taken off, people won’t be distracted from all these big muscles you have! People will just be walkin’ up to you and rubbin’ you allll over, and they won’t have to worry about you bein’ in rut and maybe gorin’ them.”\n\n“That’s true... nnf, and if I’m not going to be going through Rut, I can still qualify in the wrestling matches! Can you believe they consider... nnf.... rut to be the same as juicing? GAH!”\n\nThe poor reindeer popped at that, stroking himself vigorously, his seed drooling and pooling down into the waiting bucket with all the rest. \n\n“That’s terrible,” I agreed, as I held out my hand. Vixen, ever the helpful one, handed me one of the shears that the elves used for cutting wrapping paper, and I held the big burly stag’s balls down as I fit those blades around the neck of his sack. “You all done oozing? My fingers are getting a little tired of all these necessary medical proceedures.”\n\n“Oh, uh, right doc, sorry, I’m ready.” The burly brute spread his legs wider, watching, helpfully holding his cock up out of the way as I squeezed at the handles of those blades. The scissors crimped, flesh dimpling, and he winced at the iron biting into his tender flesh. I was determined, though, and he was patient, and I shifted their position before squeezing down even harder!\n\nSHRRP! The scissors cleaved through the flesh, and that bulging nut-sack, freshly purged, slid so abruptly free into my grasp that I dropped it.\n\nSplash! Right into the bucket of semen! Oh, man, was that embarrassing!\n\nI had to dig around, fishing through that thick warm pool of stagseed, feeling blindly for that slippery nut-sack. After five virile rutting stag’s loads, I was almost up to my elbow in the stuff! \n\nFinally I found it, and lifted it out, holdind it by the neck. I had to turn it upside down, carefully keeping those slippery orbs trapped inside so that the pool of semen could drain back into the bucket. \n\nSplat! I dropped it in with the others, in the bucket, and then squeegeed all that spoo from my arm.\n\n“Is that ... fungus going to contaminate the, uh, jizz?” Vixen asked, eyeing the bucket suspiciously. “I mean, his nuts were swimming in it, after all.”\n\n“I’m sure it won’t, the fungus needs a living organism to survive. I don’t think an ‘orgasm’ is close enough to ‘organism’ to count!”\n\nThe reindeer all chuckled, except Donner, who seemed upset about something. What? It’s not like he had lost his nuts or anything. Only I realized then that... there was one reindeer missing.\n\n“Hey! Where’s Rudolph?! He’s not trying to get away, is he? He could contaminate Santa!”\n\nThe reindeer gasped in unison at the horrifying prospect. OH NOES!\n\n“GET ‘IM, BOYS! ERR.. uhh... yeah you know what I mean!” and they did, sprinting off to various sides of the warehouse, searching for the glowing nose of the last reindeer. All except Donner.\n\n“It doesn’t seem very fair,” he said, coming closer to me and poking a finger into my chest.\n\n“It doesn’t? Well, I mean, you guys have been doing this for how many years? Something’s bound to happen. But I’m sure that-”\n\n“No, not that this happened,” he gestured to the bucket and the box and the worktable that was smeared with jizz and blood. “It’s not fair that everyone else gets to be neutered, and I get left out, again!”\n\n“What do you mean, again?” I asked, curiously.\n\n“I mean, I’ve never ever Ever gotten picked to get off on Christmas!” he gestured to his massive nuts, that seemed to groan just with the action of being waved at. “I’m sick of being the one reindeer that never gets to have fun! So... you should snip me, too.”\n\n“But..” I didn’t want to snip him, though, not yet! Not before I guzzled his thick eggnog down, in private. I shook my head, trying to dissuade him of this silly idea. “I’m Not going to neuter a perfectly good reindeer.”\n\n“Yes you are!” Donner shouted, and jumped past me, to squat over the box of severed balls. He grinned at me, and shifted his hips back and forth, teabagging his comrade’s severed pouches with his own. “See? Now you have to! I’m infected!”\n\nI stared at him in shock, unable to come up with a suitable response, and he pressed his advantage, to jump up onto the table. His balls hung over the edge of it, stretching his sack skin, and he grabbed his short, meaty cock, giving it a few strokes. \n\n“Gimme that bucket, I’m gonna fill it the rest of the way I bet!” \n\nI grabbed the bucket, and he took it, putting it on the workshop table beside him. He straddled it, on his knees, with his nuts hanging in the bucket, almost skimming the pool of collected jism. Stroking his cock, eagerly, fervently. \n\n“Come on, they’ll be back soon, do it fast!”\n\n“But if I do it fast,” I interjected, sulking a bit myself, now, but the reindeer’s tail was already flagging, his buttocks clenching. He was going to get himself off, one way or another, and if I let him jerk off without neutering him, now, I really wouldn’t get another chance.\n\nSighing, begrudgingly, I wrapped my hands around those magnificent testicles, and the caribou let out a low groan as his thighs clenched. I could hear his hand moving along his cock, see the tip of it pointed down into that thick cream, as I lifted and pulled at his fat eggs.\n\nI reluctantly trussed them, tying the string around the neck of their pouch, twice, as the reindeer’s hips began to thrust into his gripping fingers. I unscythed my claw, and held it to the neck of that sack. Four pounds, probably, of nut meat that reindeer was carrying, and he didnt’ even have the patience to let me steal it properly!\n\nI’m sure my lower lip was pouting as that first thick spurt of studnog gouted down into the bucket. I probably sighed as the buck groaned, those massive orbs tightening, the protective scrotum shifting and sliding against them in the throws of pleasure. My tail still twitched, though, as I got to cleave those handsome testicles free, the sagging weight of them leaving his groin to rest in my capable paws, freed from their owner forever. They were probably five pounds, if they were an ounce, and they threatened to slide free of my grasp. I carefully rested them on top of the others, as Donner slumped down over the work bench, exhausted and spent. I carefully retrieved the bucket, lest it be spilt, as the others came back, erections bobbing, a glowy nose - glowy cocked reindeer struggling and bucking between them.\n\n“No! You can’t do this! I’m getting married next week!” he shouted, as he was spread eagled over another work station. Arms were yanked, legs spread, his pointy, bright red shaft angrily flashing, like a warning alarm. I was glad there were no sound effects to go along with it!\n\n“That’s a shame, you really should have tied the knot earlier,” I said, as I moved between his thighs. “I guess now you’re never gonna know what it’s like to bed a female.”\n\n“No! Wait.” Vixen stepped forward, a determined look on her muzzle. “I’m the one he’s going to marry. If you’re going to neuter him-”\n\n“Vixen! No!”\n\n“Then I want to be riding him when you do!”\n\nThe others seemed to agree, except Rudolph, who’s eyes were bugging out of his muzzle. Vixen climbed right on top, though, and succinctly lowered herself, pressing herself flush against his groin. \n\n“OOooh, it’s warmer than I thought it would be... is it... is that the glowign, making it warm?”\n\nHe writhed beneath her, his nose looking like it was about to burst it was glowing so brightly. I took his brightly luminescent testicles in my paw, wrapping them up. Indeed, they seemed as warm as two lightbulbs, his pouch a thicker, leathery skin than the other reindeer. It trussed just as easily, though, and I grinned as I noticed that Vixen wasn’t moving.\n\n“Generally when you ride your man, you’re supposed to move up and down,” I whispered, and she ooooh’d, wiggling her hips.\n\n“I could, but.. this just feels so nice, like this!” Can reindeer purr? This one practically did.\n\nRudolph tried to push at her hips. “Honey, please, he’s got my nuts tied up, you have to slide back and forth so I can get off!”\n\n“Who said anything about gettin’ you off?” she retorted, as she pressed down more firmly against his groin. I snickered, taking those shears and lining them up, letting the metal dig against the soft flesh of his pouch. “Typical male, only thinking with your cock. Well, not for long!”\n\n“Is that permission to snip?” I asked, teasingly squeezing the blades against the would-be-runaway’s nut-sack.\n\n“Unnf. No, not yet, this feels so good.. lemme just soak up this heat for a little bit longer.”\n\n“But but, everyone else got to cum!” he protested, reaching up to grab at her breasts, only to have his hands slapped away.\n\n“Everyone else didn’t run away like a little bitch!” she snarled, then turned back to me. “Aight, snip the bastard!”\n\n“But Honey!”\n\nThe scissors silenced him, his protests drawing up into a high pitched squeal as I trimmed those glowing baubles off of his groin. Snip! Snip! And the last of the reindeer had been unmaled, his nuts warm and pulsing in my groin.\n\n“They’re still pulsing, to this very day,” I murmured, putting my empty cup on top of the mantle, and gesturing to the throbbing, red glowing pouch. “I can’t quite explain it myself. They’re quite warm. Would you like to have a feel? No? Well, suit yourself.”\n\n“So that’s how I got the Complete collection. Well, almost complete. I still have a few... others up near the North Pole I need to make a visit to, but This set is complete, at least.”\n\n“Oh, that? That was hanging on my tree, when I got home. I guess that Vixen had wanted to fit in with the others, and had had herself trimmed in a sign of solidarity. It’s not quite as impressive as the others, but it was a very nice thought of hers. As I understand it, she’s rather heavy with child. I guess that Rudolph hadn’t gotten off, but he had gotten Enough off. She should be having a litter of little ones any day now.”\n\n“Which means, of course, that I’ll be visiting the north pole in another twenty years, or so.” I smacked my lips. “And it looks like I’ve just run out of studnog. How very, very kind of you to come pay me a visit, on this cold, snowy night.” \n\nI moved closer, to straddle your lap. Your arms, still tightly tied to the arms of the chair, your legs similarly trussed. I reached down, to cup between your thighs, purring richly. “I know juuust the thing we can do... to stay nice and warm and full.”\n\nI smack my chops! And that’s where this story ends.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is a Christmas gift fromDanaume and you should go +watch, +Fav, and +commission them. :3

I wanted to write a little story to explain the image, and it would up extrapolating to a huge degree. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Warning: Castration and teh destruction of childhood icons and other typical Charn Mischiefs.

“Oh, I see you’re enjoying my stockings. Aren’t they simply delightful?” the tiger said, sipping from a steaming cup of hot cocoa. “I had thought about having them lined in red velvet, this brown leather is just so coarse, but... it seems more rustic this way, don’t you think?”

He gestured, flippantly, shaking his head, before taking another sip. “No, I didn’t buy them.. I procured them myself. Quite recently, in fact. It’s a fun little story. Would you like to hear it?”

“Well, it’s really all about timing. You know, I would not have even had a clue about the, ah, availability of these fine specimens, if one of them hadn’t visited me for a midnight liaison.”

Sip of the cocoa, smack of the lips.

“I woke up with this handsome figure looming over my bed. He was a caribou, yes, with thick dark brown and grey fur. You can see the gouge marks on the ceiling over your head - that’s how tall he was.”

“He was naked, and smiling, with the lights on the tree sparkling behind him. I couldn’t see his cock, as it was in shadows, but his balls...” The tiger paused, stepping across the row of dangling prizes, to caress the one on the far left. He cupped under it, gently, fondly stroking his thumb along the front of the fire-warmed pouch. “They dangled so nicely between his thighs, in perfect sillhouette. I sat up, and tasted him.”

“I knew he was special,” the tiger continued, musing, rolling those fat nuts between his fingers. “As soon as I got a taste of his pre-cum, I got a peculiar tingle, a tingle I hadn’t felt since April twenty fourth, 2011.”

There had been other trophies, in other areas of the manor, including a suit of armor decked out in an implausibly pink bunny costume. The basket  in the knight’s hand had been full of garishly dyed and painted eggs.

“Yeah, I was licking the cock of one of Santa’s Reindeers themselves. No idea which one, I don’t really study up on those things, but he had a nice cock and a handsome set of nuts.” He gestured to the collection below the mantle.

“No, I didn’t collect him then. I realized, of course, that if there was one, there must be seven others... so I decided to go for the gold. You know me, and my .. fixation with collecting the Whole series.”

The tiger reached down, to adjust a length or tigery boniness pointing out from his satiny bathrobe.

“I was going to need some help, though, to get to the others. It just took a finger, nudge up behind his dangling balls, pressing up against his taint, and I got a nice, warm mouthful of elknog. Savory and rich. Ethereals are not allowed to share their seed with us... mortals, you know, so there was no way he could have voluntarily allowed himself to do such a thing. He was road-weary, though, cold and sore and frustrated, and his body couldn’t Help but share his bounty. That was all I needed.

As soon as that magical jizz soaked into my bloodstream, well, I got the saaaame powers as those reindeer had. Teleportation, flying, even the ability to mold perceptions. Which worked out perfectly for me!

I had to test out my theory, so I went to Detroit. It took all of a couple milliseconds - I simply thought of Detroit, and then, there I was, hovering over that grand city in naught but the blanket I had wrapped around myself to bed!

AIEEE!

“Of course, then I remembered how to fly - just as if I were dreaming. I soared, cantilevered about, and then finally settled down on a rather astute mansion on the north side of town. There was, I could sense, two young girls sleeping in one of the rooms. I could sense them, almost see them with my body, if that makes sense, two brightly colored, nearly flourescent yellow and green little bed bugs tucked away in their thick downy blankets. I could sense two darker, dimmer forces of energy, too, one a dim blue, the other a pleasant robust maroon color. That must be the parents, I thought to myself.”

“I found myself inside the house, all of a sudden, standing next to a grandiose Christmas tree. There were stockings and decadent decorations strewn all about, it was really Quite festive.”

Slrrrrp. “This cocoa really is remarkable, are you sure you won’t have some? Very well.”

“One thing that was Not present.. was presence. Err.. Presents. You know, those things that go under the tree. Not a one! And that meant, of course, that Santa had not come yet. Which was simply perfect for me. I flitted! from that Christmas tree, to another, quite nearby... at the Detroit Botanical Gardens and Steak Bar. There were not many specimens that were thriving, but that was okay - hidden back in one of the corners I found a niiiice plump exotic Nettle bush. I was careful, of course, to only pluck one leaf, and only by it’s stem, but it was a nice, glorious leaf, maybe threeee feet long.”

“Flit! I went back to the mansion, and found myself on the roof - juuust where I imagined that I would put the sleigh. I stepped juuust to the right, and carefully planted that long, narrow leaf in the soft snow. It was just about waist high, which would be perfect! I flitted to a tree nearby, and waited.”

“Sure enough, not a few moments had gone by before that sleigh slid juust where I thought it would go. The reindeer pulling it danced along, and I smiled when I saw that the one in the very front, who looked quite familiar, had run right over that nettle. He snorted, reaching down to rub at that bulging cotton jock he was wearing.”

“Oh, did I forget to mention? Being impervious to snow and cold, all of the reindeer wore little more than a leather harness and red cotton jocks. I presume that the jocks were there JUST in case someone would see them prowling about in their house - an intruder is one thing, but a naked intruder is just asking for trouble!”

“I saw him rubbing at his hefty basket, though, and I smiled, and I bet my tail twitched! It wasn’t the best of plans, but it would do. It would do.”

“I needed to make one more stop. Having the addresses of everyone in the entire world, waiting like some sort of ethereal Google, was quite nice! Almost as nice as being able to BE wherever I wanted, in the blink of an eye!

It took only a biiiit of fanagling to convince Santa’s veterinarian that he needed to take the night off. Well, some finagling, and maybe some twine, and a sharp pair of scissors. It’s pretty amazing what a dog will agree to when he’s just watched you gulp down his left nut!”

“Then it was getting in costume and going to the North Pole, veterinarian bag in hand!”

“When the reindeer got back, worn and weary, that one in the front was still rubbing at himself. I introduced myself as the replacement, and I was fortunate that that fellow was so distracted with his itchy rash that he didn’t look too closely at me!”

“The big man himself told the bucks to do whatever I needed, since I was a professional, and they all began to unhook their halters, and undo their jocks! I thought for a moment, that perhaps I was about to be at the center of a big staggy gang bang!”

“As much fun as THAT would  be, though, they were juuust getting ready for their post flight exam. They had been doing this for a long time, it was second hat. What was peculiar, though, was how each of the stags were ... erect! So very quickly! It made me wonder what exactly that veterinarian did as part of his plans! I decided to use this in my favor.”

“Well, err... I see you’re all seemingly very healthy,” I said, feigning a bit of embarrassment at the sturdiness of all those deer prongs. They seemed to be tickled at the idea that I was put off, and some of them made a point of spreading their legs, and pushing their hips forward. “So, uh... what exactly did the last doctor Do with you, when you were done your flights?”

“Well, mostly he’d just check us out, make sure we weren’t hurt, no frostbite, you know,” said one of the more slender bucks, standing next to the only vixen of the group.

“Yeah, and then he’d give ONE of us a handjob!” said a larger buck, the apparent twin of the one who was still rubbing at his balls.

“A handjob?” I asked, quite surprised, “For one of you?”

“Yup! Whichever one he thought had done the best job,” added the last deer in line, the one with the longest prick. It was already drooling from the tip. “We ain’t allowed to do it ourselves, on account of the rules, and we’re usually so randy that he has to do Something to help us out.”

“Right, that makes sense, but only one? Why  not all of you?”

They all laughed, at that, as if it were the silliest question in the world. I didn’t think it was that silly, do you? It seemed like a perfectly legitimate question to ask, to me!”

“Naw naw, the rest of us have to refill the magic machine,” the second buck said. He reached down, rubbin’ at his dangling ovoid orbs.

“The... magic machine.” I nodded. When in rome, you don’t question the architecture! “Of course, yes, how silly of me to have forgotten that. Well, I don’t want to ignore THAT part of your evening, so perhaps I’ll just do an examination of ya’all. Starting withhhh.... you.”

I pointed right to that scratchy-nutted deer, and the fellow came right up, sniffling a bit, rubbing at his paws.

“You seem to be enjoying rubbing yourself,” I said, and I heard a few snickers from the rest of the group.

“It’s not that, I just, I guess I must have gotten bit by a bug in Africa or something! I’m all itchy on my sack.”

“Oh? Well, let me just seeeee...” I said, regrasping those warm, heavy testicles in my greedy striped fingers. I nodded, and hmmed, shifting one paw and then the other to lightly balance them between my fingers, and then I tsk-tsk-tsked.

“Tell me, my boy, were you fellows flying through Bangkok, by any chance?”

“Well... I mean, sure, we went everywhere!”

“Mmm hmm.. Well, I hate to say this, but there is a very, very rare event happening right now. A fungal storm!”

Nine pairs of eyes peered back at me, perplexed.

“Oh yes, it usually only happens once every three hundred years. A mountain, Ban-yo-wang, has a great and monstrous fungus growing on one side of it. It releases it’s spores in a great white cloud. They are basically harmless, but any exposure to a certain area of a certain species’ body..” I shook my head, sadly. “I’m afraid that you might all be infected!”

The frivolous mood dissipated instantly. The alarmed stags all began checking at them selves, rubbign and scratching at their scrotums and sheaths, seeing if there was any sign of this supposed infection. Only the female, Vixen I think her name was, seemed unimpressed.

“A fungal infection? That only affects reindeer? In Bangcock?”

I nodded, grimly. “Yup. Specifically male reindeer. A spore will latch onto the scrotal skin - there’s a particular oil there they do so enjoy - and incubate. Sending out it’s loooong fungal tendrils, consuming all the flesh! First one ball, then another, then the cock! Eventually the poor stud is nothing but a big puffball of spores, waiting to burst!”

I emphasized the ‘burst’ by giving those balls I was still holding a good squeeze. Dasher yelped!

“Oh, that shouldn’t have hurt, I am only holding your balls. I fear that the first contraction is upon you, my boy. It may be TOO LATE to save you!”

“What?? No!! You have to save me! What do I have to do, wash them in sudsy water??”

“It’s too risky for that, my friend. The only way to save you, now... is to remove the source of the infection entirely!”

They all gasped, in the middle of rubbign and scrubbing their pouches.

“That’s right. I’m going to have to do an emergency pouch-ectomy! Here and now! It’s the only chance to save your life!” I peered at the other bucks. “ALL of your lives!”

“But that’s preposterous, it’s the middle of winter in Bangkok, and you are saying that a fungal cloud-”

“Global warming,” I interrupted, gravely. “That’s why you haven’t heard of it until now. It’s all true. Al Gore is writing an expose about this very fungus.”

“Could you stop all that talking and save my life!? Please?!” said Dasher, and he flopped himself right over the closest tool bench, peering over his shoulders.

“YEs yes, of course, just hand me that leather strap there, yes, and you, get me some of that gauze... no I don’t care if it’s for a doll’s dress. You, yes, you’re going to be next, it’s only going to be a few minutes, but I need you to go get a bucket and some lard!”

I said that, while holding Dasher’s doomed balls in my paw, the pouch cinched tightly closed, those handsome, itchy balls just waiting to be cut off.

“Now normally I’d make sure to have some sexy nurses here to keep you distracted, but you’re a stud, so I’m gonna need you to just bite down on that rein.. there you go, now, you’re giong to feel a pinch!”

I could have made it hurt, a lot more than it did, but I had had an incident with a tooth fairy some years earlier which gave me, as a friend called it, “Magic Fingers”. I didn’t want to punish the poor fella, I just wanted to snag his nuts! So I made sure to tweak it a bit, twist it, just to make him grunt uncomfortably, and then, voila! Those magical nuts were sagging between my fingers, untethered!

I glanced around, then grabbed a nearby “XBone” box, dumped the electronics, whatever they were, onto the floor, and then dropped that pouch inside.

“What are you doing that for,” Vixen asked, standing next to me, her arms crossed.

“Well, I, have to make sure nothing get contaminated. That’s just standard health protocol, donchaknow.” I hoped my accent would throw her off, as the second buck came back with the bucket and lard.

“Excellent. Now, I’m going to need someone to hold this here...” The smallest of the bucks, Cupid, grabbed at the bucked, and held ti under the table.

“Here?”

“YEah, about there, you’ll understand why in a bit. See, I know how important it is to save your lives, but I also know that you guys need to .. contribute to the magic machine, so I think i have a solution that fits everyone’s needs!”

“Needs?” Vixen murmured. “What exactly is Your need?”

“Well! I need someone to use the lard! Dancer, it’s your turn, onto the operating table!”

Dasher’s twin shyly hopped up, sitting on the edge of the table, a paw resting on his cock. “Urm..”

“Aww, don’t worry about that, we’ll make sure you get a nice good load of magic out to help Santa. Vixen?”

“What.” She was holding the bowl of fat, but didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it.

“Are you going to... help?”

She glanced to Dancer’s crotch, then to me, then to Dancer. “What?!”

“Well I can’t do Both, and it would be a shame to clip these perfect specimens without their owner getting Some form of last hurrah!”

“Ugh.. no way. Besides, wouldn’t that just help spread the... infection?”

“Guys,” Dasher complained, arms folded over his chest. “Time is of the essence, there’s still six more stags to go after Dancer!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll do it!” said Prancer, the perky tailed stag impositioning himself between Dancer and Vixen. He smeared his fingers through that bowl of lard, and gave Dancer a big wide grin. “Hiiiii, Dancer.”

“Uh, well, I mean, you could just take them off, I don’t need to-” Dancer stuttered, eyes widening with fear as Prancer advanced towards him with a greasy paw. “No that’s okay, you don’t have to-Oooh!”

“Heh heh, I got a talented paw, don’t I?” He winked to me, then, that lascivious twink of a deer, as his shiny fingers glid up and down along Dancer’s length. His shaft was identical to Dasher’s - if they were , indeed, identical twins, there was at least, for the moment, One way to tell them apart. “You better hurry up, doc, I doubt he’ll last long with this.”

I grinned, and patted the table next to Dancer. “Come on Cupid, you’ll want to sit up here, instead. You know what to do with the bucket?”

The smallest of the reindeer blushed, nodding as he sat down, staring as his comrade was jerked off by the practiced paw of Prancer.

“Are you sure... I mean...” Dancer was having trouble focussing, clearly, as his hips twitched against Prancer’s fingers. He was blushing deeply, peering at Vixen, then away, then back shyly.

“Realy? You’re embarrassed that I’m here? You see my naked, every day, Dancer.”

“Well, yes, but, I mean, it’s just-” He stumbled over his words, as Prancer continued to twist and flick his wrist. I nudged in, and began tying and cinching off the second pouch of the night. “I didn’t expect to.. tonight, I was hoping that-”

“Hoping that what?” Vixen screwed up one side of her face confusedly. “Did you want me to castrate you instead of the vet?”

“I... nnng!” Dancer grabbed the edge of the table. Cupid was there with the bucket, and Prancer easily stroked and milked the male’s helpless orgasm into the bucket, with his eyes scrunched closed and his cheeks as red as Rudolph’s nose.

“It’s interesting, I’ve never seen a male ejaculate before,” Vixen commented, studying closely. Dancer pulsed another hard stream, the thick globlets tapering off.

I lifted his stolen pouch up, dabbing it against his forehead. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Dancer’s eyes crossed, and the poor boy went out like a light.

“I don’t think it’s fair, “Dasher said, “that the others are all gonna get off and I just got snipped.”

“Oh, don’t whine so much, you’re safe, that’s what matters! Allright, Prancer, your turn!”

“Aye aye, captain!” Prancer hauled the unconscious Dancer off the table, and jumped up to take his place.

“I guess, let’s see, that would mean Comet would be the one to jerk ya off,” I said, dropping Dancer’s pouch in on top of Dasher’s.

“No need! Jerking Dasher off was all I needed! Get that rope ready, I ain’t gonna last long!” the wiggly reindeer stated, grinning to Cupid as he wrapped his greasy, slicked up paw around his own prodigious endowment.

I decided not to correct him. Dasher and Dancer did look very familiar, and he did seem to enjoy jerking the one of them off. Who am I to infer who he should be fantasizing about? Prancer’s balls were slender and long, like the rest of him, and they jiggled and bounced with each stroke of his fist against himself. Trussing them up took only a minute, and even as I yanked the leather lace tight, he grunted, shaft thickening in his grasp.

“You’re not concerned about losing your nuts forever?” I asked, as Cupid brought the bucket over.

“Oh, hell no, you know how hard it is to ....” he glanced to Vixen, and then some of the other stags, before clearing his throat, “‘make friends’, when you’ve got big floppy nuts bouncing around? There’s a lot of guys who are gonna LOVE this new smooth look! Trim away, doc!”

Splurt! Splash, splash! He added his load to the bucket, along with Dancer’s, and I added his nuts to the box with a pleasant fwump of flesh on flesh.

“Next would be, uh, you, Vixen, but...” I rubbed the back of my neck, “That fungus is really only a risk to males, fortunately, so it looks like you’re gonna be fine.”

“What a relief,” she added, dryly, before peering down into that box. “What are you gonna do with these?”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to incinerate them, to prevent the fungus from, you know, contaminating the rest of the area. Aight Comet, your turn big boy!”

Comet was a big thicker, chubbier than the rest of the stags, which was surprising considering he had just flown around the entire world in the span of a few hours. Maybe his cookielytic converter was out of tune, I don’t know.

“Are we sure I’m infected?” he asked, and I got him to lay down on his back, to ease the stress of having to watch. I guestured to Cupid, who smeared his own paw up and... carefully... wrapped it around the trunk of a cock sprouting up from the chubby deer’s crotch. It was thicker than the little guy’s snout! He looked so funny, staring at it in awe, just stroking it with his fingers.

“I’m positive, I wouldn’t do such a serious operation if I didn’t have full faith in my diagnostic abilities. Come on, Cupid, why don’t you scoot a little closer, yeah, just like that. There you go, yup, just kind of grind against Comet’s thigh there.”

I was careful, of course, not to alert the little fella that I was trussing his nuts up as well as Comet’s. While Comet’s sack had a fleshy thickness that you would expect from a winter parka, Comet’s were juuust barely a palmful, and cutely tender. I didn’t tie them too tight, just enough to work, as they stroked and ground against each other. Comet’s eyes were closed, and he lowed, with every other breath, almost as if he was snoring, while Cupid handled what was apparently his first cock with remarkable calmness and aplomb.

Vixen seemed as fascinated as Cupid, crouchign down to watch as one male played with another. She turned her head one way, and then the other, not making any disruptive noises, but puzzling things out.

At this point, I was in a groove, not really in a rush but not dilly dallying, either. I took the bucket, that had been forgotten by Cupid, and moved it over to the two. I suppose I should have waited, but really I didn’t see the point - I took Cupid’s pouch between my fingers, and using that Tooth Fairy magick, I twisted my fingers. Just a couple smooth twists, and it came smoothly, seamlessly off, like a piece of dough. I put it to the side, and took Comet’s bulkier pouch. Gripping it between fingers and palm, I used a claw, and sliced it soft and smoothly right from his groin.

The two males were so busy making, that their painless neutering hadn’t even registered. Excellent. I took the two pouches, tossing them (two points!) into the box, and then grasped both firm shafts. I knew what I was doing, unlike Cupid, and with only a few firm, smooth strokes, I had both males gushing. Angling them shafts down, I got almost all of their last loads into the bucket.

That bucket was getting pretty full by this point!

“Allright, boys, very good, now off with ya!” I said, shooing the two off the table.

“But, aren’t you going to-OH!” Cupid chirped, peering down at his denuded groin, where his balls no longer perched. “I.. didn’t even notice.”

“Well you were having a good ole time snoggin’ with Comet there.” I smirked, patting the chubby deer on his butt. “Why don’t you two go take a shower and clean up.” I winked, and then grinned to the next in line.

“Donner, are you ready?”

Donner was a magnificent beast. He wasn’t the tallest - that was Prancer, or the most muscular - that was definitely Blitzen. He wasn’t the handsomest - that was Dasher, or the cutest - Cupid. His cock wasn’t the longest - Prancer again - or the thickest - Comet, but it was respectable. What Donner had, though, was balls. Easily, and by biggest pouch of the lot. Well, you can see it for yourself, of course, but I remember thinking that it wouldn’t be that hard to stuff all of the other sacs inside of his. A veritable santa sized sack!

I had him sit on the table, and he leaned back, watching with wide eyes as I handled his pouch. The things I would do with that pouch! It felt wrong, taking it here in Santa’s workshop, in front of the others, like some stray dog. These boys deserved to be taken in style.

I let them flop loosely over the edge of the table, their weight dragging them low, and I wiped my hands clean.

“You’re clean, Donner. I think you’ll be all right.”

“Wha-”\t\t\t\t“No way!”\t\t\t“Aww C’mon!”
\t\t“Huh??”\t\t“No fair!”

The other reindeer seemed to disagree, but I shook my head resolutely. “Nope, I’m sure that those testicles are fine. You’re free to go, Donner.”

The cervine’s long ears twitched forward, then back, and he glanced around the other males- well, the other caribou, anyways, before tentatively sliding back off the counter. His bollocks swung between his thighs, dense and no doubt swollen with seed. I cleared my throat to keep the others from hearing my belly growling.

“Scoot, before I change my mind!” I chuckled, giving his nuts a playful patting. So heavy - so warm! He scuttered to the side, crossing his arms and frowning, his shaft still erect, twitching.

“Allright, Blitzen, let’s take a looksie.”

“Huff, Me and Donner were both in the back,” the biggest of the reindeer said, casually straddling the table, lifting up his sack and dropping his nuts in my paw. “I think you’ll find that if he made it unscathed, than I prolly did, too.” He gave Donner a wink. “The deer in the front must have made a little passageway for us-”

“Oh, nope, these are definitely gonna have to come off.” I rather enjoyed the smirk drain from the big male’s muzzle as the little feline doctor diagnosed his balls off of him. “They’re exceptionally warm, and I can feel the fungus growing in them.” I gave a subtle squeeze, making the cervine whine and twist, big muscles shifting as he reached to push my paws away.

“Hey get off, those are my boys you’re squeezing there.”

“I wasn’t squeezing, Blitzen!” I lied, as I released my grip, but not my hold. These bad boys were mine. “Are you saying you can’t handle even a little bit of pain? I mean, Cupid took his snipping like a pro. Hell, I don’t think Comet even realized yet that he’s missing-”

“Hey, I can handle anything those other boys can handle!” He sneered. “I just don’t think you gotta lop my balls off.”

“But I do! It’s the only way to guarantee that you stay alive,a nd don’t infect any other reindeer. So, unless you’re gonna puss out and run away, I’m going to get down to it. You going to behave?”

Blitzen peered down, eyeing his sack up in my hands, warm and healthy and completely uninfected. He glanced at the other males, who had so bravely done the right thing to keep themselves safe, and he shook his head with a sigh.

“Fine. Take them.”

With pleasure! I thought to myself, and happily trussed those tough spuds.

“You gonna crank yourself, or do you want me to get someone to help ya out?” I asked, casually, as those leather straps were snagged taut, choking off his pouch.

“Crank myself.. well... uhh... I mean, it’s kind of hard, knowing that I’m about to lose my nuts and all,” he said, uncomfortably, and I snickered at him.

“Didn’t seem to give Prancer any problem. I guess you’re just not as much of a man as him... to think, a big masculine brute like you, can’t even get yourself off.”

“I can get myself off! I just... prefer different situations!” The cervine had reached down, dryly stroking his meatstick, just tugging at it half heartedly.

“Less chirpin’, more jerkin’!” I said, feeling kind of high at that point. The cervine grunted, then squeezed his shaft, pulling on it a bit more steadily,.

“There ya go, you can do it, you’re just as much a man as the other studs in this room,” I quipped, as I carefully weighted those nuts, watching as the muscle-stag jerked himself. “And I’m sure you got just as nice a load in those balls as any of those others did.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but he sped up his stroking, and I could see precum glimmering along the tip of his shaft. He just needed a bit more convincing.

I stroked his nuts, pulling down along them, fingers squeezing lightly along them before pulling at the skin wrinkled up underneath them.

“You’re a big stud,” I encouraged, Rubbing them briskly. “And you’re so brave, volunteering to let me cut them off while you’re jerking off. Just think, after they’re being taken off, people won’t be distracted from all these big muscles you have! People will just be walkin’ up to you and rubbin’ you allll over, and they won’t have to worry about you bein’ in rut and maybe gorin’ them.”

“That’s true... nnf, and if I’m not going to be going through Rut, I can still qualify in the wrestling matches! Can you believe they consider... nnf.... rut to be the same as juicing? GAH!”

The poor reindeer popped at that, stroking himself vigorously, his seed drooling and pooling down into the waiting bucket with all the rest.

“That’s terrible,” I agreed, as I held out my hand. Vixen, ever the helpful one, handed me one of the shears that the elves used for cutting wrapping paper, and I held the big burly stag’s balls down as I fit those blades around the neck of his sack. “You all done oozing? My fingers are getting a little tired of all these necessary medical proceedures.”

“Oh, uh, right doc, sorry, I’m ready.” The burly brute spread his legs wider, watching, helpfully holding his cock up out of the way as I squeezed at the handles of those blades. The scissors crimped, flesh dimpling, and he winced at the iron biting into his tender flesh. I was determined, though, and he was patient, and I shifted their position before squeezing down even harder!

SHRRP! The scissors cleaved through the flesh, and that bulging nut-sack, freshly purged, slid so abruptly free into my grasp that I dropped it.

Splash! Right into the bucket of semen! Oh, man, was that embarrassing!

I had to dig around, fishing through that thick warm pool of stagseed, feeling blindly for that slippery nut-sack. After five virile rutting stag’s loads, I was almost up to my elbow in the stuff!

Finally I found it, and lifted it out, holdind it by the neck. I had to turn it upside down, carefully keeping those slippery orbs trapped inside so that the pool of semen could drain back into the bucket.

Splat! I dropped it in with the others, in the bucket, and then squeegeed all that spoo from my arm.

“Is that ... fungus going to contaminate the, uh, jizz?” Vixen asked, eyeing the bucket suspiciously. “I mean, his nuts were swimming in it, after all.”

“I’m sure it won’t, the fungus needs a living organism to survive. I don’t think an ‘orgasm’ is close enough to ‘organism’ to count!”

The reindeer all chuckled, except Donner, who seemed upset about something. What? It’s not like he had lost his nuts or anything. Only I realized then that... there was one reindeer missing.

“Hey! Where’s Rudolph?! He’s not trying to get away, is he? He could contaminate Santa!”

The reindeer gasped in unison at the horrifying prospect. OH NOES!

“GET ‘IM, BOYS! ERR.. uhh... yeah you know what I mean!” and they did, sprinting off to various sides of the warehouse, searching for the glowing nose of the last reindeer. All except Donner.

“It doesn’t seem very fair,” he said, coming closer to me and poking a finger into my chest.

“It doesn’t? Well, I mean, you guys have been doing this for how many years? Something’s bound to happen. But I’m sure that-”

“No, not that this happened,” he gestured to the bucket and the box and the worktable that was smeared with jizz and blood. “It’s not fair that everyone else gets to be neutered, and I get left out, again!”

“What do you mean, again?” I asked, curiously.

“I mean, I’ve never ever Ever gotten picked to get off on Christmas!” he gestured to his massive nuts, that seemed to groan just with the action of being waved at. “I’m sick of being the one reindeer that never gets to have fun! So... you should snip me, too.”

“But..” I didn’t want to snip him, though, not yet! Not before I guzzled his thick eggnog down, in private. I shook my head, trying to dissuade him of this silly idea. “I’m Not going to neuter a perfectly good reindeer.”

“Yes you are!” Donner shouted, and jumped past me, to squat over the box of severed balls. He grinned at me, and shifted his hips back and forth, teabagging his comrade’s severed pouches with his own. “See? Now you have to! I’m infected!”

I stared at him in shock, unable to come up with a suitable response, and he pressed his advantage, to jump up onto the table. His balls hung over the edge of it, stretching his sack skin, and he grabbed his short, meaty cock, giving it a few strokes.

“Gimme that bucket, I’m gonna fill it the rest of the way I bet!”

I grabbed the bucket, and he took it, putting it on the workshop table beside him. He straddled it, on his knees, with his nuts hanging in the bucket, almost skimming the pool of collected jism. Stroking his cock, eagerly, fervently.

“Come on, they’ll be back soon, do it fast!”

“But if I do it fast,” I interjected, sulking a bit myself, now, but the reindeer’s tail was already flagging, his buttocks clenching. He was going to get himself off, one way or another, and if I let him jerk off without neutering him, now, I really wouldn’t get another chance.

Sighing, begrudgingly, I wrapped my hands around those magnificent testicles, and the caribou let out a low groan as his thighs clenched. I could hear his hand moving along his cock, see the tip of it pointed down into that thick cream, as I lifted and pulled at his fat eggs.

I reluctantly trussed them, tying the string around the neck of their pouch, twice, as the reindeer’s hips began to thrust into his gripping fingers. I unscythed my claw, and held it to the neck of that sack. Four pounds, probably, of nut meat that reindeer was carrying, and he didnt’ even have the patience to let me steal it properly!

I’m sure my lower lip was pouting as that first thick spurt of studnog gouted down into the bucket. I probably sighed as the buck groaned, those massive orbs tightening, the protective scrotum shifting and sliding against them in the throws of pleasure. My tail still twitched, though, as I got to cleave those handsome testicles free, the sagging weight of them leaving his groin to rest in my capable paws, freed from their owner forever. They were probably five pounds, if they were an ounce, and they threatened to slide free of my grasp. I carefully rested them on top of the others, as Donner slumped down over the work bench, exhausted and spent. I carefully retrieved the bucket, lest it be spilt, as the others came back, erections bobbing, a glowy nose - glowy cocked reindeer struggling and bucking between them.

“No! You can’t do this! I’m getting married next week!” he shouted, as he was spread eagled over another work station. Arms were yanked, legs spread, his pointy, bright red shaft angrily flashing, like a warning alarm. I was glad there were no sound effects to go along with it!

“That’s a shame, you really should have tied the knot earlier,” I said, as I moved between his thighs. “I guess now you’re never gonna know what it’s like to bed a female.”

“No! Wait.” Vixen stepped forward, a determined look on her muzzle. “I’m the one he’s going to marry. If you’re going to neuter him-”

“Vixen! No!”

“Then I want to be riding him when you do!”

The others seemed to agree, except Rudolph, who’s eyes were bugging out of his muzzle. Vixen climbed right on top, though, and succinctly lowered herself, pressing herself flush against his groin.

“OOooh, it’s warmer than I thought it would be... is it... is that the glowign, making it warm?”

He writhed beneath her, his nose looking like it was about to burst it was glowing so brightly. I took his brightly luminescent testicles in my paw, wrapping them up. Indeed, they seemed as warm as two lightbulbs, his pouch a thicker, leathery skin than the other reindeer. It trussed just as easily, though, and I grinned as I noticed that Vixen wasn’t moving.

“Generally when you ride your man, you’re supposed to move up and down,” I whispered, and she ooooh’d, wiggling her hips.

“I could, but.. this just feels so nice, like this!” Can reindeer purr? This one practically did.

Rudolph tried to push at her hips. “Honey, please, he’s got my nuts tied up, you have to slide back and forth so I can get off!”

“Who said anything about gettin’ you off?” she retorted, as she pressed down more firmly against his groin. I snickered, taking those shears and lining them up, letting the metal dig against the soft flesh of his pouch. “Typical male, only thinking with your cock. Well, not for long!”

“Is that permission to snip?” I asked, teasingly squeezing the blades against the would-be-runaway’s nut-sack.

“Unnf. No, not yet, this feels so good.. lemme just soak up this heat for a little bit longer.”

“But but, everyone else got to cum!” he protested, reaching up to grab at her breasts, only to have his hands slapped away.

“Everyone else didn’t run away like a little bitch!” she snarled, then turned back to me. “Aight, snip the bastard!”

“But Honey!”

The scissors silenced him, his protests drawing up into a high pitched squeal as I trimmed those glowing baubles off of his groin. Snip! Snip! And the last of the reindeer had been unmaled, his nuts warm and pulsing in my groin.

“They’re still pulsing, to this very day,” I murmured, putting my empty cup on top of the mantle, and gesturing to the throbbing, red glowing pouch. “I can’t quite explain it myself. They’re quite warm. Would you like to have a feel? No? Well, suit yourself.”

“So that’s how I got the Complete collection. Well, almost complete. I still have a few... others up near the North Pole I need to make a visit to, but This set is complete, at least.”

“Oh, that? That was hanging on my tree, when I got home. I guess that Vixen had wanted to fit in with the others, and had had herself trimmed in a sign of solidarity. It’s not quite as impressive as the others, but it was a very nice thought of hers. As I understand it, she’s rather heavy with child. I guess that Rudolph hadn’t gotten off, but he had gotten Enough off. She should be having a litter of little ones any day now.”

“Which means, of course, that I’ll be visiting the north pole in another twenty years, or so.” I smacked my lips. “And it looks like I’ve just run out of studnog. How very, very kind of you to come pay me a visit, on this cold, snowy night.”

I moved closer, to straddle your lap. Your arms, still tightly tied to the arms of the chair, your legs similarly trussed. I reached down, to cup between your thighs, purring richly. “I know juuust the thing we can do... to stay nice and warm and full.”

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