[b]A Modest Proposal[/b]

It was so late at night that it was early, sunrise just a few short hours away. Most people had finally gone to bed, or were in the process of doing so. It was, after all, Christmas and it had been a long and busy day for everyone. Not least the residents of the North Pole who had spent months working up to one night and for whom the day after was a celebration both of the holiday and of a job well done. There had been the requisite party, which was still technically going on, with the odd tired individual sipping a drink or finishing up the last of te canapes. Things hadn't quite reached the point where everything was over and all that remained was to tidy up the next day, but they weren't far off.

Not too far from the main event, having walked outside through the large, open doors that lead to the hub of the celebrations, two reindeer were slowly making their way across the moonlit snow. The buck, Rudolph, stood out due to his trademark red nose, while the doe, Zoey, was an elegant if unremarkable figure. The sky was as clear as glass, the stars sparkling like diamonds. The massive storm that had swept through just hours ago had cleared every cloud and had covered the world in a thick blanket of fluffy flakes. The soft curves of the world subdued everything else, even drowning out sound. The deer duo didn't have to wander far before they were utterly alone in a landscape of ivory. It was Rudolph who spoke first, shattering the quiet silence; he knew his longtime friend and crush had something on her mind, something she was struggling to articulate.

"So... you wanted to talk to me? Alone, outside?"

"Yes. I just wanted to say... well how much you mean to me, how wonderful you make me feel when I'm around you. Nobody else makes me feel that way."

There was a long, quiet pause as the meaning of the words sank in before she spoke again.

"And... I think... I [i]know[/i] I want to take this further. I want us to be buckfriend and doefriend. I want-"


Her words faded to nothing as she noticed something. It took the buck a few seconds to figure out what; while walking together they had managed to find heir way to a familiar place They were standing right beneath a piece of mistletoe. The same piece in the same place where hey had met quite some time ago, younger and less certain. They'd even attempted a kiss back then, though it hadn't gone to plan. But now...

"I want to do it right this time."


They stared at each other for a long time, speaking without words. Finally a decision was reached and together they stepped forward, face-to-face as their eyes closed and they came together.

* * *

"Well that's the date over with, I guess. Now I suppose we should get down to business."


Technically they'd been on 'business' for the past three hours. It was now late March and the two cervines had been enjoying each other's company since Christmas. What they were supposed to be doing now was checking on one of the provision sheds that were scattered around the pole. These were isolated buildings that held emergency and not-so-emergency supplies for anyone working in the frozen expanse that made up the landscape this far north. It was easy to forget that the pole wasn't just Santa's workshop, that supplies and messages and all sorts of things had to get to and from it to the wider world. The provision sheds helped with this, providing reasonably comfortable places to rest and recuperate for weary travelers, and in a pinch even save lives if a blizzard sprang up. (Something that was a little less likely now that Stormella had.. calmed down.)

They'd set out earlier with a small sled full of supplies, to replace anything that had expired or been used and generally spruce up the place. Fresh hay on the floor and suchlike. Of course as a two-deer job they'd jumped at the chance to go out together, and also pack a few... extra supplies to enjoy along the way. A packed lunch mostly. They wouldn't be expected back until some time the next day, shed 27 being some distance away and possibly requiring quite a bit of work. So they'd taken their time and the scenic route, enjoying the warming sun, snacks and conversation. But now at last they were at their destination, a small wooden building well dusted with snow.

It contained very little; it was a stable with a bed for any bipeds who needed it. Sprucing it up was a long but easy task; the woodpile needed to be topped up, fresh straw laid and a few supplies placed on the shelves. It took an hour or two but it was a pleasant task made even moreso by their shared company. The time passed quickly and they were able to finish long before he sun dipped below the horizon. Still, as expected, a trip back at night, even with a glowing nose to light the way, probably wasn't the best idea. And there was a lot to be said for watching a golden sunset with the love of your life while snug and alone together. Fiery light beamed in through the shed's one window, casting everything inside with a warm glow as the two deer made themselves comfortable. They stood together as Rudolph lamented the one thing the shed didn't have.

"It's just a pity we don't have any mistletoe, it's the only thing missing."

"As if you ever needed an excuse. Besides; we're alone together for the night with no chance of being interrupted. We could do a lot more than kiss..."


The buck looked at her questioningly before his eyes went wide as the meaning of her words sank in. She stared back, eyes glimmering, giggling with a light and silvery laugh as she leaned against him. Her body was warm to the touch, a heat shared between them in the deer equivalent of a hug. He felt a blush under his coat seeming to bloom upwards from his hooves to the tips of his ears as Zoey leaned into him hard enough to nearly push him over. He knew exactly what she was suggesting.

It wasn't as if they, and others, hadn't discussed this sort of thing before. Both their parents at the least had attempted to navigate them through the more... physical side of love; with all the attendant awkwardness that had involved. And they'd had plenty of time over the past few months to be quite clear in their own minds as to what they wanted and what was going to happen sooner or later. But this was the first time they'd really had the chance to explore these possibilities; neither of them were bold enough to simply sneak away from the group for a quick fling and there wasn't much room near the pole for a pair of curious but inexperienced cervines to explore themselves and their relationship. But now...

"We could. It's the right place and time. The sunset's almost magical don't you think? But..."


Again the hesitation. Both knew the problem; neither had any idea where to start. It was like trying to scale a thousand foot cliff, where did you put that first step? Fortunately Zoey knew how to, if not break the ice, then at least crack it slightly. She stepped forward, pulling away from Rudolph until she was standing right in front of him. Her tail flicked upwards, pointing at the roof and exposing its pale underside. He could see every square inch of her, and as impolite as it was, he couldn't help but stare.

"But let's start slow. I don't think we want to get ahead of ourselves. And... I always wanted to look, a proper look, just for once."


She giggled, that same tinkling sound, like tiny silver bells. He knew what she meant; it wasn't hard to catch a glimpse of other deer, they seldom wore anything more than harnesses. But it wasn't something you did, or at least got caught doing. The occasional sidelong glance, a cursory comparison of yourself to other bucks (Or does.) But this... this could be different. Just the two of them together, buck and doe able to see what all the fuss was about. Still blushing madly Rudolph lowered his head to better glimpse what lay beneath his doefriend's tail.

It was difficult to see much on a doe from any distance, but he was only inches away now and could see how her downy coat had a grain to it, like wood. It curved gracefully over her flanks, meeting beneath her tail in a downwards pointing seam that curled away between her legs. Tucked away in it was the merest hint of a thin, pink slit, the target of his desire and many idle daydreams. Above it was a more obvious rosy pucker, looking soft and inviting tucked neatly right under her tail. This close he could scent her; not just the familiar perfume of her presence, the unique trace everyone carried with them based on where they went and what they did. But instead something more basic, more primal. It was soft and feminine and warm, like Zoe herself, and it spoke to something inside him. He felt a sudden warmth spark deep within, making his pulse race and his breathing speed. He could imagine himself simply pressing forward and pressing his nose against her, letting her warmth engulf him and carrying him away on instinct and desire. But he held back, one day perhaps, perhaps soon. But not yet, not now. Instead he forced himself to step back, waiting for his doe to take her turn.

She seemed to sense his movement and circled around him, tense with excitement, mouth dry. This was something new and enticing. Bucks as a whole tended not to be shy about their... assets; not between themselves and especially not when posing for does. But this was the first time she'd been with someone as an equal, sure that they felt the same as she did, equally excited and equally unsure. She could see the nervousness on Rudolph's face as she scrutinized him, as if hoping to measure up to her standards. Soon she was behind him, noticing how his head turned to stay focused on her own hindquarters as she moved.

Bucks at least were easy to spot in the crowd, quite aside from the antlers there was something at the other end that was hard to miss. Two heavy, furred orbs hung between his legs, things she'd seen before many times in passing. But it was different now, she was acutely aware of what they were for; a purpose they would likely soon fulfill. Along a bit was another soft curve, more well hidden. A sheath that contained her buckfriend's maleness, as yet unrevealed. Well... not quite. A glimmer of a pink tip peeked out from the smooth spread of his brown coat, a physical hint of the same arousal she felt. Heat seemed to radiate off of his body, carrying with it a taste of musk and the sweat of honest work. Not ostentatious but fir and determined. It made her nostrils flare and gave her goosebumps. Slowly, foreleg quivering as if struck with chilling cold, she reached out toward her buck, hooftip brushing against the inside of his thigh.

He gasped quietly and almost jumped ten feet in the air. It wasn't as if he was shocked or surprised, nor did he object to the sudden contact. This was their time, their place after all. But it was new and personal in a way nothing else ever had been, private and risque. Their first contact, first touch. It was electrifying. That same, smooth hoof traces its way slowly upwards, tucking between his legs before cupping his balls lightly, feeling their weight and heft. If mere contact had been something, this was a whole new experience. Nobody had touched him [i]there[/i] ever in his whole life, even he hadn't paid much attention to himself. Being a deer made it difficult and awkward when it came to providing self-pleasure and he'd mostly made do by going out into the cold snow and thinking about gift wrapping. He went as stiff as a board, his entire body freezing up in a mixture of nervousness, hope and arousal.

Zoe explored... no admired her partner's equipment. It wasn't that he was some amazing specimen, but what he had was so new, so strange, so warm. His heavy sac shifted under her touch and she could feel the two orbs within. The furred spheres almost seemed to flow over her hoof like melted chocolate, seeming so much larger and heavier now she had a chance to examine them. Her efforts caused the buck to twitch and gasp, and she noticed another inch or so protruding from beneath him. She turned her efforts to his sheath, almost tucking herself underneath him as she began to rub over it. Like his nuts it was softly furred and warm, but she could feel a firmness within, see the growing definition of a long, hard shaft as arousal grew. She could tell he was trying hard now to control himself; keep his breathing steady and his moans muted. For some reason this only encouraged her efforts; she wanted to push him, to please him, to make him want her as much as she wanted him, more even.

She began to focus on the tip of his shaft, rubbing a smooth hooftip over it and thrilling as it twitched in response to her touch. Her buck's body desired contact and she was all too ready to provide it, rubbing up and down the slick length, watching it grow inch-by-inch, more impressive by the second. She pressed upwards and stroked in small circles, rubbing it against Rudy's stomachfur and using that soft friction to increase his pleasure further. She used only the very tip of her hoof, the lightest, most tracing touch, to explore his growing member, a feather-light stroke that danced over every feature. There was a shape there, beyond the basic pink carrot that had been in her mind from overheard conversations. It was hot and firm, laced with bulging veins, damp with musk. She could see it steaming slightly in the cool air, feel its burning warmth soaking into her. Soon it was fully engorged and she could stroke the topside, putting weight on it to see it bend slightly under the pressure, angling downward but still so stiff and proud that she could barely tilt it.

Rudolph was panting heavily now, eyes hooded, unable to hide his lust and the sheer pleasure she was giving to him. Zoe herself felt wet, a thin trickle of warmth moving down her thigh. Almost reluctantly she pulled back, hearing a satisfied but needy sigh from her mate as he felt her touch vanish. She stepped forward next to him, tail raised and ready for what was to come next. He looked at her for a second, knowing what she wanted, but shook his head; smiling weakly, still trying to calm himself

No." he said firmly. "I want to do you too, first."


He wanted to pleasure his doefriend. Not just by mounting her, but in every way possible, in every way she herself had pleased him. And though perhaps it might be a small thing, her hoof had done wonders and he wanted the chance to reciprocate; now before things got too intense. He stepped behind her, as she had been behind him, this time not merely to look but to sample and arouse. His hoof lifted and he traced it along the curve of her flanks, appreciating the downy fur and fullness of her body. As it slipped downwards he raised it, this time stroking over the tuft of her tail, watching it flick and flag attentively. His hoof curled under, just barely grazing the line of her slit, and he was gratified to feel her quiver under his ministrations, her tight pucker twitching and another thin leak of arousal dripping through her coat.

Slowly but surely, teasingly, his repeated strokes moved closer and closer to their intended target. Finally he ran his hoof right over her entrances, earning a pleased gasp as he did so. After that each pass pressed more and more firmly forward, hooftip dipping easily into her sex, growing warmer and wetter as the scent of her fluids began to fill the air. Her lips parted, showcasing her delicate pink interior, glistening and ready. Of course there was something else that needed attention, the tight pink hole just an inch or so higher. Since he intended to breed his doe he decided that he'd deal with this entrance now, before the main event. He raised his hoof a little higher and massaged it a few times, rubbing over and over again and delighting in how it tightened up and tensed whenever he so much as even lightly brushed over it. Soon he was rubbing his hoof in tight circles over it, tugging gently to the side again and again, carefully trying to relax the tight sphincter. Slowly but surely he began to press more firmly, pushing into it, leaving his hoof buried in there and feeling the quivering spasms around this new intrusion. When they had settled down he wriggled experimentally, working it in as far as he could before suddenly pulling it out, leaving the hole gaping for a second before it slowly closed. Grinning he repeated the process, this time managing to get an inch or two in, far deeper into the panting and moaning doe. Satisfied that he'd done his part and unable to help himself he lowered his hoof and leaned forward, pressing his muzzle against her sex in a soft but firm kiss that made her moan, long and deep, with pleasure.

That first touch lingered as he breathed in deep, unable now to scent anything but her inviting arousal. He closed his eyes, tongue darting out and sampling her flavor at length; a long, slow, wet lick from the base to the top of her mounds, mixing saliva and sexual fluids as he pulled away, a thin streak connecting the tip of his tongue to her. Relishing the moment and more horny than ever he pressed in again; nuzzling deeper and smearing her stickiness over his nose and muzzle as his tongue dove deeper between her folds, lapping at them voraciously, making out with her sex.

Zoey's legs buckled beneath her and she almost fell over at the strange rippling sensations flowing through her body, electric sparks blossoming from between her legs and shooting up her spine, making her coat stand on end as she threw her head back and panted lustfully. This was beyond anything she'd imagined would happen, where and when had Rudolph learned to do this? Had it just come to him now? It didn't matter, her body burned for him and his cock felt like it might explode; fizzing with needy, pent-up energy. It cried out for contact, to be buried in welcoming warmth. He could put this off no longer, he didn't just want, he [i]needed[/i] to be inside her. His body, his instincts, his dick; all cried out for fulfillment.

Breathing as heavily as if he had just run a marathon he planted all four feet firmly on the wooden floor, pulling back and bracing himself for the moment of mounting. Body tensing he hunkered down slightly, springing back up as he reared up into the air, balancing on his hindfeet as he tottered forward. He fell onto Zoey heavily, almost pushing her into the floor. Gamely she bore his weight, staggering slightly as his forelegs wrapped around her shoulders. As she held him up he stepped forward, throbbing member pointing squarely at its target. He could feel her soft coat brushing against the tip, tickling and enticing him to plow forward and enter her. But still he held off, wanting to make this first time more special, to draw things out as much as possible and give them something to really remember. He'd get a little closer, yes, but he didn't want to mate her just yet. But there was something about being in the proper mating pose that stirred something deep within the deer. His buried instincts continued to rise to the surface, whispering about the tight virgin doe beneath him. He could feel Zoe trying to force herself to relax, to allow him entry and he gripped the cervine tightly.

With a grunt the mounted male changed position, pressing his thick length up against a tight, pert rear. He began to hotdog the doe, rubbing his thick length teasingly between her two spread flanks, making sure that each time he pulled back the tip of his length brushed over the welcoming and ready rump, leaving a thin streak of sticky pre across it each time. Again and again he repeated the motion, each pass laying down more lube for the fucking that was to follow, making himself slick as well. When he judged both hole and pole to be adequately sticky he finally let his terminal inches sit, just barely penetrating her soft love tunnel, as if being kissed by Zoey's virgin lips. Finally, as his vision clouded with desire, he pushed forward, his entire body shuffling ahead a few inches and finally putting his full weight on the doe beneath.

His sleek, slick length slipped into her without the slightest bit of resistance; almost the entire length buried in her wet slit in a second. He moaned and his legs buckled as he felt the welcoming, all-encompassing warmth envelop his rigid shaft. In response he felt her velvety walls clamping down around him, tensing around every inch of his maleness. For a moment he stood there... they stood there, locked together in bliss. They fit together so perfectly, bodies sculpted for one another by nature to be a complement. The curve of her rump fit perfectly into the rise of his stomach, allowing him to penetrate her completely. With his partner neatly secured he bucked forward again, getting another few inches deeper into Zoey's quivering love tunnel, determined to bury his entire length inside his lover, to explore and fill her in a way he knew she'd never experienced before.

Zoey was now as relaxed as she could be despite the twitching cock buried inside her. She felt every inch of that thick length in her pussy, the warmth spreading out from her hindquarters out all over her body like sunlight blooming over a landscape in the morning. Steadily and surely Rudy's thick length made its way into the doe, stretching her wider and wider as it made headway, burying itself into the warm depths. Finally with a last strenuous push she felt him bottom out as his hips met those of his mate. For another moment he sat inside his doefriend, hard cock gently quivering before slowly pulling out halfway, only to press back in.

Her insides felt like pure heaven, soft and slick, satiny and warm. They welcomed him, encouraged him to drive deeper. Again and again he pulled back, only to slam forward and hilt himself once more. His pace was measured and even, slow and steady. But as minute after minute of pleasure followed it began to pick up and grow more insistent. Rudolph began to pant as the pace increased, he could feel himself growing hotter as he bred doefriend, stuffing and filling her with every inch of his thick, throbbing meat. He was moving with pure instinct now, visions of mating and breeding the tight doe flashing through his mind, overpowering him with the desire to fill her with a hot load, mark Zoey as his, then and forever. Soft wet sounds began to rise over the moans of both cervines as a heavy set of deer orbs hung lower and began to slap repeatedly into a soft rear each time hips met. They moved ponderously, full of churning spunk, a long time having passed since they'd last had chance to empty, seeming to grow larger and heavier somehow as the mating continued. There were slick lewd noises as their hips met, each thrust pushing Zoe forward slightly with the sheer force of it as Rudy's motions became rougher and faster. Her hooves slowly ground across the floor as she braced herself, leaving light scratches in the woodwork as she did.

She could now feel each inch of her buck's cock thrusting in and out of her soft sex now, powering like a piston that only got faster and wilder as time went on. The young reindeer started to really enjoy the feeling of her buckfreind atop her, as the pair lost more and more control, going mad with lust. It felt as if hours were going by, but it was surely only minutes and both were loving every second. The young buck on top tried to speak but it came out as more of a gasp. Zoey was incoherent, needy, feminine pants filling the shed as her eyes rolled back with pleasure, her entire body quivering and shaking; overcome with feeling. Rudolph nearly growled in response, a loud, sharp grunt that almost sounded alien to his ears. He was loving the sound of his mate so overcome with burning desire. Each gasp and moan only drove him onwards as he lost himself in the feel, sound and scent of his mate; jackhammering away at the doe below, pounding her welcoming slit, spurts of hot pre bursting forth and coating her insides, only helping fuel the powerful thrusts as she began to leak, splattering fluid between them.

Neither could tell how long they kept up that pace, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. Time itself seemed to melt away, the rest of the world utterly irrelevant. But slowly the buck felt a familiar urge rising, the sensitivity of his shaft increasing, the neediness of his bucks becoming more evident. He'd pleasured himself before, so he knew the feel of an upcoming climax, but even so this was so much more than anything he'd ever known alone. He knew it wouldn't be long before he finally filled his doe, in response to ancient instincts and desires and the need to breed. He held Zoe tightly as he began the final climactic thrusts. Shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth he somehow found it in him to go even further, at a pace he couldn't believe he was capable of, slamming into the tight entrance, working as hard as he could to breed her properly, panting and gasping with the effort. He was dimly aware of a moaning, begging voice pleading with him to go harder, faster, deeper. The words were distant and far off, whispers lost in the storm of his lust, but they nonetheless spurred him onwards.

"A-AAAAH! R-RUDY! Please! NNNNGGGGHHH! Finnish it! Finish me! Take me, fuck me, FILL ME!"


They were harsh and loud and lewd, unlike anything he'd heard from his doe before, raw, needy and overtly sexual. Those words spurred him on and with a powerful grunt he pulled Zoe forward, ramming her onto his shaft, hilting once more in the tight hole; bucking his hips up eagerly, forcing himself in as far as he could go. He grunted and roared, a deep, feral noise as his partner gasped and moaned at the penetration. A tingling feeling began to coruscate through him, starting in his churning nuts and exploding up and outwards like a streak of fire, racing up his cock and bursting out into his mate's tight passage. He could [i]feel[/i] his nuts draining into his lover, filling her, marking her and stuffing her with hot bursts of thick seed, rope after rope of burning fluid pouring into his mate as lust and instinct collided, breeding Zoe thoroughly.

Zoey's eyes rolled back in her head yet again as she felt the massive amount of fertile seed flowing into her. It was like a firework going off inside her, sparks of pleasure shooting through every limp; electricity racing through her body, making her limbs quiver and her form shake. She nearly went limp in Rudy's grasp, almost collapsing to the floor beneath him under the sheer, unimaginable power of her own climax, bought on by her seeding. Willingly accepting every burst, well knowing she had been marked now and forever by her buckfriend she gloried in the endless, all-encompassing pleasure of her peak. The forceful bursts just kept coming, endlessly filling the young deer, seemingly showing no signs of stopping. Despite the incredible pressure building within her, she was locked so tightly with the oversized cock that the seal prevented all but the slightest trickle of sticky fluid flowing free.

And still it kept on. There was no end, no cease, no stop. Instead things softly and steadily built; the moans and gasps growing more frenzied, the groping, squeezing and caressing grasp of her inner walls gripping ever tighter, the bodies pressing closer together. Neither paused for even a second as a rigid cock thrust and quivered within, shedding thicker and stickier streams of seed into a welcoming crevice. Zoe's form obediently accepted and took every drop, relishing this strange new experience as it flowed around and through her, carrying her along with the pleasure. Without even realizing it she found herself taking burst after burst of thick, creamy cum; having no idea when her mate's lovemaking had peaked, or even if had yet to do so.

It was long, drawn-out, and so fiery as to be almost incandescent. It was as if the air itself had turned to steam. It took a long, long time before the flow started to ebb. Then, as quickly as it had crested the climax was over. Rudolph shuddered and slumped slightly, panting heavily and unable to do anything, even speak. The two deer stood there, swaying slightly with exhaustion. Hot, sweaty and sticky, the scent of musk and sex clinging to them, filling the air, it was all they could do not to simply fall over sideways onto the floor. The massive expenditure of energy had left both utterly exhausted. As the rosy fog of afterglow filled their minds, Rudolph was barely able to half-push, half slide off of his doe, hooves clattering heavily on the floor as he backed up.

His pulling out was marked by a long, slow, wet and lewd sound; his cock flopping free and already starting to go limp. It exited with a burst of white that splattered messily on the floor, a no less impressive amount pouring from Zoey's filled sex There would most definitely need to be some further cleaning in the morning. Exhausted the buck managed to totter over to the hay in the corner and collapse heavily there, still trying to catch his breath. Zoey joined him after a moment to gather her thoughts, laying down slightly more gracefully next to him.

Neither said anything, barely able to keep themselves from falling asleep as it was. Instead they simply let the warm glow of pleasure and fulfillment flow over them, the doe's head resting against the chest of her buckfriend as their breathing slowed. This was a time to enjoy the moment, beyond thought and word and action.

The light drained from the sky like the last embers of a fire. It turned from dull red to cold steel blue and then black as the first stars began to shine. Beneath the silvery light of the moon, tucked away in an isolated but snug shed, two lovers lay together and let sleep claim them, drifting off into dreams together, secure in the knowledge that they wouldn't be apart again.