Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2021 22:28:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Randolph Adams <shahairyzad@aol.com>
Subject: Twas the Day After Christmas - (Bestiality and Fantasy)

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TWAS THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS

It took twenty elves to wrestle him onto the bench and strap him into
place.  Their tiny nimble fingers made short work of his belt buckle, and
soon the red pants were down, and his meaty backside shone smooth and
bright as a December moon.

The sturdy bench had been crafted in the workshop, of course.  It was
painted a cheerful red and decorated with a motif of holly leaves and
leaping reindeer.  Carfax had suggested something more contemporary
. . . maybe even naughty . . . but Bloopbloop was in charge of the project
and had been firm about the design.  The top of the bench was comfortably
padded and finished in white ermine, and even the leather straps that
immobilized the big guy's wrists and ankles were dyed scarlet and lined
with ermine.  Struggle as he might (and he was struggling mightily) he was
no match for their workmanship.

The big guy still had his boots on, so the pants stayed bunched around his
massive thighs.  He'd taken his jacket off before they'd pounced, so it
wasn't too hard to pull the fine cambric shirt up to his armpits, exposing
the big pink body, much of its firm flesh covered with silver hair.
Xenotips picked up the hat from where it had fallen and pushed it back onto
the big guy's head, averting his eyes from the fierce glare.  The white
beard seemed to bristle around his scowl, and his face, normally so pink
and jolly, was a fiery red.

The big guy was using all kinds of naughty words that the elves were not
accustomed to hearing.  But after Carfax put a ball gag in his mouth, tying
the green silk cord with a neat bow at the back of his head, all he could
do was grunt or, as their activities progressed, occasionally squeal.

When Bloopbloop led Dasher in, the big guy's eyes went very wide, and his
struggling intensified.

Several of the elves went to work on the reindeer's member, stroking it and
taking tentative licks at it.  Puttity, the largest of the elves, managed
to get his mouth open wide enough to get the whole tip into his mouth, and
his sucking quickly progressed from tentative to enthusiastic as the
crimson member lengthened impressively, protruding farther and farther from
the furry sheath.

Dasher seemed eager to go at it, but a quartet of elves held him back while
another trio went to work on the gleaming backside.  Xenotips and Imeldo
seated themselves on the big guy's calves, wriggling their bottoms against
the bulging muscle as they pried his cheeks apart, exposing a wrinkled pink
hole that smelled strongly of sweat, civet, and cardamom.  Carfax gazed,
transfixed, then leaned forward, inhaling deeply.  He stuck his tongue out
as far as he could, probing the hole and licking the skin around it, then
slobbering messily all over the hole and its surroundings till everything
glistened.

The elf's saliva trickled down to the pendulous ballocks.  Carfax traced
its path with his fingers, testing the weight of the heavy orbs.  He
reached around and caressed the big guy's member.  It was absolutely rigid
. . . as hard as a baseball bat and nearly as big around.  The elf felt
himself grow hard as he ran his fingers lightly up and down the huge shaft,
and he pressed his face into the crevice with even greater enthusiasm.  As
he continued tonguing the big guy's hole, he felt other hands stripping off
his jacket and shirt.  He hesitated a moment, then dropped his breeches,
leaving himself in nothing but red striped socks, soft leather shoes, and a
jaunty green hat.

Bloopbloop handed him a container of lard.  Carfax grabbed a fistful and
pressed against the glistening hole.  His hand slid easily inside, reaching
his elbow before he encountered any resistance.  The big guy grunted
loudly.

Carfax felt around carefully, excited by the heat inside the hole,
marveling at the yielding firmness of the big guy's insides.  He found a
second opening, teased it open with his fingers, and in the wink of an eye
his whole arm had slid inside, up to his shoulder.  He was rewarded with an
even louder grunt.

Xenotips and Imeldo still had one hand each on the big guy's bottom,
keeping the cheeks spread apart. Now, almost in unison, each reached out
his other hand.  Two tiny hands, one olive, one brown, tentatively stroked
the pink hole that had engulfed their friend's shoulder.  Carfax pulled out
slightly, and Imeldo pushed a few fingers in, sliding along the elf's
bicep.  On the other side, Xenotips did the same.  The big guy's hole
opened up further, seeming to draw them in, and soon all three of them were
elbow deep.  Imeldo's eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open.  Xenotips
was bouncing up and down in his excitement.  Carfax had a look of great
concentration as he slid his arm in and out of the big guy's bottom,
gliding past his fellows' forearms.

Finally, Puttity led Dasher over, and the trio of elves had to withdraw
their arms from the wet warmth of the hole, which they did slowly and with
great reluctance.  Carfax gave one quick double pump of his fist before
withdrawing and was rewarded with a muffled moan from the man with the gag.

To say that Puttity led Dasher over is not quite true. It would be more
accurate to say that Puttity was dragged over to the big guy, along with
the three other elves who were holding onto his reins.  Dasher clearly knew
what was about to happen and seemed eager to start this particular reindeer
game.

Dasher reared up and settled his forelegs on the big guy's back.  His hips
thrust in a rutting motion, stabbing forward until his member happened to
hit the larded hole.  Several inches of the crimson rod immediately slipped
into the big guy's bottom, causing his head to rear up and his back to
tense, but the scarlet straps made escape impossible.  The first few inches
were followed quickly be several inches more, and soon the entire length of
the reindeer's member was buried in the big guy.  He bellowed, and Dasher
bellowed, and the whole affair was almost as noisy as it was messy.

As Dasher continued to thrust, they were joined by all of the other
reindeer Ð or at least, all of those who were game for a gangbang.

Prancer frolicked around near the bench, jumping from one side of the
rutting pair to the other, twisting his neck for a closer look at his
father's crimson member pumping in and out of the big guy's hole.  The
younger reindeer thrust his head forward, and his long tongue slid out to
catch some of the juices streaming down the big guy's ballocks.  He danced
back with a look of fastidious disgust, then shot forward again to slurp up
more.

Finally, Dasher climaxed, grunting and huffing, his forelegs pressing down
on the big guy's back, his hips pressing forward, his semen shooting deep,
deep, deep inside the big guy's bottom.

After Dasher it would naturally be Dancer's turn.  Bloopbloop had
approached her cautiously the day before, proffering a strap-on dildo
cunningly fashioned from bright red rubber with silver fittings and scarlet
leather harness.  (He had wanted to fit the harness with bells, but some of
the younger elves, their eyes rolling, had talked him out of it.)

Dancer had eyed him coldly, unblinking, staring him down till he had hidden
the dildo behind his back and retreated, his face blushing nearly as red as
the offending object's harness.

Comet had watched her mother uncertainly at first, but once Dancer's
attitude was evident Comet had tossed her head disdainfully.  As Bloopbloop
slunk away, Vixen had looked longingly at the dildo and its beautiful
harness, but she too had followed the matriarch's lead.

Donner had no such qualms.  He had been all in from the moment the idea was
proposed, and now he came on like thunder.  Knocking Prancer aside as soon
as Dasher withdrew, Donner reared up behind the big guy, plunked his
forelegs on the broad silver-haired back and shoved deep into the hole that
now gaped, dripping his father's semen.  He pounded hard and fast, leaving
the big guy grunting frantically and sucking great gusts of air in through
his nose till the reindeer climaxed with a noisy bellow.

Blitzen came next.  He was lightning fast, mounting the big guy in a flash.
Thrusting rapidly, he climaxed in less than a minute.

Prancer followed him, his hips keeping a regular rhythm, his shoulders
weaving back and forth, as if he was dancing rather than rutting.  As he
tossed his antlers this way and that, his brothers exchanged disgusted
glances.

Cupid did not seem to understand the concept of the gangbang.  He was as
excited as any of the other bucks, his crimson member hard and jutting from
its sheath, but he seemed most interested in wiggling his rump at his
brothers, as if enticing them to mount him instead of the big guy.  Donner
looked interested, but Dasher headbutted him back into the queue.

Once Prancer was done it was Cupid's turn, but he seemed content to lick
the big guy's backside, lapping at the trail of semen that ran down the
thick thighs and soaked the bunched-up trousers.  He wormed his long tongue
deep inside the tasty hole and licked and slurped and smacked his lips.
Finally he moved on to licking the bound man's side and back, which shone
with perspiration, making him squirm in his restraints.  Cupid spent
several minutes lapping at his armpits before moving on to his neck and
face and then back again to his bottom.

Once it became obvious that Cupid was not going to mount, Dasher headbutted
him gently out of the way and climbed onto the big guy for a second round.
With his father thus occupied, Donner trotted over to his brother, licking
his hole briefly before rearing up and mounting him.  Cupid squealed in
pleasure as he felt his brother push into his rump.  Donner rutted away,
his eyes on Dasher and the big guy, matching his father stroke for stroke.

Prancer and Blitzen both took a second turn after Dasher was done.  When
the last of the reindeer had finished, the big guy lay limp and exhausted
on the ermine padding.  His hole was red and swollen and seemed to wink
open and shut, disgorging gouts of slimy liquid with every pulsation.
Reindeer semen coated the pale cheeks, and the pendulous ballocks glistened
as if glazed by a baker.  The red trousers were so thoroughly soaked they
looked maroon. Reindeer semen had formed a small pond on the floor, into
which more semen steadily dripped.

Then it was the elves' turn.

Bloopbloop directed some elves to the big guy's feet, some to his hands,
some to his head and some to his bottom.  Jackets came off, breeches
dropped, and soon a swarm of naked or nearly naked elves surrounded the
bench.

Kaarl and Qiujiu pulled off the big guy's boots and heavy woolen stockings.
Each took a foot, pressing his nose into the sweaty crevices, licking
between the toes, sucking one hairy digit after another.

Ramadondon was at the big guy's right hand.  He smeared lard on his own
member and rubbed it against the back of the meaty hand.  The big guy
rotated his palm up and grasped the tiny member and even tinier ballocks.
He rolled them gently in his hand, stroking and rubbing and wiggling his
fingers, making Ramadondon squeal with pleasure.

Biffy had the big guy's left hand.  He smeared lard on one of the fingers
and then carefully backed up onto it, slowly impaling his tiny bottom on
the sausage-sized digit.  The big guy wiggled his finger and moved it
gently in and out as Biffy melted in pleasure.

At the big guy's head, Dedezi undid the silk cord and removed the ball gag.
He massaged the temporomandibular joints (without having to pronounce them,
fortunately) as the big guy worked the stiffness out of his jaw.  Once he
was comfortable again (or as comfortable as you can be when immobilized by
leather straps) the big guy stuck out his tongue and waggled it at the elf.
Dedezi climbed up on some strategically placed footholds built into the
bench (these were carved to look like horsies, which made no sense to
anyone but Bloopbloop) so his member was level with the big guy's mouth.
The big pink tongue dragged up and down the chocolate-colored rod (which
was large by elf standards) before the soft red lips engulfed the whole
thing.  Then the lips opened wider, and the big pink tongue drew the elf's
ballocks in alongside his member.

As the big guy avidly sucked Dedezi, Puttity was underneath the bench
trying to do the same to him.  Now, obviously, a human member the size of a
baseball bat is not going to fit in an elf's mouth, but he did the best he
could . . . tonguing under the foreskin, licking up and down the shaft,
straining his jaw to take as much of the head as he could.  Under his
diligent ministrations the rod, which had wilted a bit as the reindeer had
their way, returned to full rigidity.  Puttity's hands fondled the heavy
ballocks till his hands were dripping with reindeer semen.  He stroked the
heavy member, one tiny hand on each side of the thick rod, coating it
thoroughly.

Imeldo and Xenotips returned to their former position, riding the big guy's
calves.  They coated their arms with lard, but that was a formality.  So
much reindeer semen oozed from the swollen hole that their hands slipped in
effortlessly.  The soon found a comfortable rhythm, one of them thrusting
in past the elbow as the other was withdrawing his arm, and vice versa.

Biombu, one of the younger elves who specialized in electronics, eagerly
offered them his radio-controlled toy hamster.  Bloopbloop intervened,
firmly insisting that this was an analog gangbang.Ê The younger elf
settled for pushing his fist in and out of the big guy's hole, alternating
with Imeldo and Xenotips.

Bloopbloop looked around discreetly, and seeing that everyone was intent on
their tasks, he dropped to his knees by the puddle of reindeer semen and
began to slurp it up off the floor.

Ramadondon still had the big guy's fingers stroking his member, but he had
maneuvered himself so there was now a huge thumb buried in his bottom at
the same time.  Biffy now had three thick fingers in his bottom, and his
concentration was so intense he looked nearly catatonic.  Kaarl was sliding
his member against the sole of the big guy's left foot, and Quijiu had
inserted his member between two of the big guy's toes and was thrusting his
hips, eyes closed, mouth hanging open.

A loud crack made the elves jump.  Bloopbloop looked around and saw Carfax,
concentration etched on his brow, grasping the big guy's whip in both
hands.  The younger elf awkwardly cracked the whip a second time, nearly
taking off his own leg with the snaking leather.  Bloopbloop scurried over
and snatched it away before Carfax could try again.  The older elf stomped
off in stiff-legged indignation to lock up the whip in a toy chest.

When he returned, Carfax looks so dejected that Bloopbloop finally took
pity on him.  He made a second visit to the toy chest and returned with a
stiff leather paddle, the wooden handle painted midnight blue, the whole
thing spangled with gilded stars.

Initially, Carfax just tapped the big guy's pale backside with the stiff
leather.  Getting no discernable response, he put a little more force into
the motion.  This elicited no more than a small grunt, though to be fair
the big guy's mouth was occupied at the time, his tongue probing deep into
the tiny rose-colored hole in Dedezi's dark chocolate bottom.

Carfax grasped the midnight blue handle firmly, pulled his arm back, and
put all he had into the stroke.

The big guy roared, his head rearing up, and Biffy and Ramadondon each
squealed as the fingers that were stuck up their bottoms jerked suddenly
forward.  A bright red rectangle appeared on the big guy's cheek where the
leather had made contact.  Several more bright red rectangles soon overlaid
it, as Carfax got the hang of just how hard a spanking could be.

Carfax went at it till the big guy's bottom was cherry red from waist to
thigh.  When he finally took a rest, Xenotips and Imeldo and Biombu went
back to thrusting their fists in and out of the well-used hole, sometimes
one at a time, sometimes two at a time, and once or twice all three of them
in unison.  Eventually, Biombu retreated, standing behind the other two,
playing with some sort of handheld device.  The big guy squealed and
groaned and moaned, even when the elves had paused to rest their aching
arms.

Under the bench, Puttity was on his hands and knees on a sort of padded
shelf tucked between the bench's legs.  (The padding was so extensive that
even Bloopbloop had failed to find space for decoration, save for a tiny
motif of painted candy canes that danced along the edge of the boards.)
Somehow (it was not at all clear how) Puttity had impaled his tiny bottom
on the big guy's member.  Teeth gritted, eyes screwed shut, he was slowly,
slowly, slowly backing onto it.  It slid in farther and farther till nearly
all of it was buried inside him.  Really it must have been magic, because
there was no physical way something so big could fit inside someone so
small.

There was CERTAINLY no way something so big could MOVE inside someone so
small, and yet the big guy's hips started thrusting gently, and Puttity's
eyes crossed as the baseball bat began to rock back and forth, sliding a
short way out of his stretched-out hole and sliding back in, getting
slightly deeper with every thrust.  The thrusts became more insistent, and
before five minutes had gone by the big guy was rutting with the elf as
hard as any of the reindeer had rutted with him.

Xenotips was still deep inside the big guy's hole, but he was hardly
moving, just letting the thrusting of the hips slide the massive backside
back and forth on his arm.  He looked suddenly confused and wormed his arm
deeper into the big guy's bottom before pulling it all the way out.  In his
hand was a life-sized toy hamster, its fur-covered body vibrating and its
tiny rubber feet paddling against his palm.  He almost dropped it in his
surprise.  Xenotips shot a quick glance at Biombu, who was looking sheepish
and had his fingers hovering, motionless, over his handheld.  After a
moment's hesitation, he shoved his hand back inside the big guy's hole,
hamster and all, and Biombu went back to tapping on his device.

The big guy bellowed, and a shiver shook his whole body.  He ejaculated
inside Puttity, the pulsations causing a visible movement in the elf's
belly, but the elf's hole was stretched so tight around the shaft that not
a drop leaked out.

After taking a minute to catch his breath, the elf slid slowly off the huge
member, inch after inch of pink shaft gradually reappearing.  Bloopbloop
had finished with the pond of reindeer semen and was now kneeling behind
the heavy ballocks.  As the last inch of the baseball bat slipped from
Puttity's bottom, Bloopbloop climbed up behind him, pressed his lips to the
swollen hole and slurped and sucked till he'd swallowed every last bit of
the big guy's semen.

***************

That night as they snuggled in bed, Bloopbloop wiggled his bottom hopefully
against the big guy's soft member.

Santa smiled and caressed the elf's belly.

"I'm sorry, baby, I just can't. You boys wore me out."

He hugged the elf's tiny body to his.

"But thank you, sweetheart.  I think that was the best Christmas present
I've ever received."

His eyes twinkled.

"Sometimes it's nice to be naughty."

They kissed Ð a long lingering kiss with lots of tongue and Santa's
mustache tickling his nose.

"Just don't tell Mrs. Claus."

They both chuckled at the old joke. There was no Mrs. Claus; there never
had been, and there never would be.

With Santa's arms around him, Bloopbloop snuggled against the big warm
belly, the silver hair soft against his skin, and settled his head for a
long winter's nap.


***************

I hope you enjoyed this seasonal offering!

I love to hear from readers Ð feel free to drop me a line:
Randolph Adams
Shahairyzad@aol.com

For a similarly playful story, check out:
Celebrity:  "In the Tent"
For a more serious story with a little K9 action:
Historical:  "The Lobsterback"
And for some stories drawn from real life:
Interracial:  "Memoirs of a Slut"