“It’s okay, Donnel. I know it’s not your fault; it hasn’t been easy for any of us since the budget cuts,” said a portly, jolly man in a white fur-lined red coat and pants. The full moon shined overhead, illuminating a woodsy backyard behind a lovely, three-story suburban home. None other than Santa Claus himself stood with his arms crossed in dismay, looking at his sleigh and reindeer with a scowl. All seven beasts panted, swishing their tails as they regained their stamina. With a weak smile, the man placed his hand on the nose of the reindeer closest to him. “Try not to beat yourself up. You’re not failing the others as a leader; it’s only hard because of those budget cuts.”
Saint Nick lamented his life choices, staring up at the moon as he stroked his long, white beard. His parents warned him not to go to Santa School; they told him that it wouldn’t be an easy career path during the imminent recession. Every sleigh was usually provided with eight reindeer; however, economic factors led to each Santa being supplied with a measly seven this year to cover every territory. This meant they had to leave for their routes earlier to provide rest time and nourishment to the remaining seven more often.
“Jackpot…” A college-age woman of Korean descent hid behind a tree with her phone out, recording the scene before her eyes. The young woman wore black leggings and a nice, maroon button-up coat with gloves and a scarf. She caught the sleigh’s descent to the ground and had hard proof of Santa’s existence. Maybe she could find someone to buy this footage; indeed, there was some way to make money from this.
Santa raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I have a guest,” said the rotund man as he glanced toward the tree. “Miss Justine Park! Twenty years old wants a Galaxy S21 Ultra phone for Christmas because you find iPhones lame!”
Justine squeaked in surprise upon hearing those words. Heart racing, she took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree. ”I-- I already have what I need!” She laughed with a sneer. Even if this was Santa, Justine refused to back down.
Santa shook his head and let out a disappointed sigh. She had been on the naughty list a few years in a row. “Let me check the Santa Laws real quick. It will tell me what to do in this situation.” With that, he reached into his sack and pulled out an old, leather tome. Opening the book up, it glowed as he skimmed the pages. “Ahh, here we are… Hmm, I see.”
With a scoff, Justine turned around. “That has nothing to do with me. Later!”
“Oh, but it does! This is interesting. Okay, that’s not a bad deal! It says I first have to offer you a chance to apologize. You just need to apologize sincerely for trying to expose me and then delete the video. If you don’t actually delete it, or if you end up posting the video somehow, you won’t escape punishment.”
Justine thought of herself as a bad bitch. Even in front of a magical man that flew through the sky on a sleigh pulled by reindeer, she felt the need to be obstinate and stalwart in her convictions. “Yeah, good luck with that,” she responded dully, waving a hand before turning to run off with her prize.
Santa grimaced, watching Justine before averting his eyes down to the book. “Okay, in that case, I will enact Tenet 903 of the Santa Laws on Justine Parker with clause C!!” The man shouted, placing his palm on the face of the book.
Just as the young woman began to progress, a glowing white light enveloped her body, causing it to immediately tingle and flood with warmth. “Ahh!” The woman screamed, staggering backward as she fell onto her butt with an unceremonious thud. What the fuck was happening right now? She trembled, wrapping her arms over her chest. “W--What did you do to me!?” Justine screamed, casting a furious and confused gaze toward the plump man.
“Well, the gist of it is that you are breaking the Santa Laws by threatening to expose me and then doubling down while refusing to apologize. Because of that, I can have you repent in a way that will be helpful to all of us. Hohoho!” Santa gave a hearty laugh.
“Repent!? What the fuck are you--” Justine’s words cut off as a howl-like moan flowed from the woman’s lips. Her legs and arms cracked and shifted, creating the most bizarre sensations the young woman had ever experienced. “Unnghh…” She groaned, attempting to stand back up as her body trembled. Limbs feeling like Jell-O, Justine’s ass plopped against the snow-covered ground once more.
“One of the South American Santas got to witness this process once. I never thought I’d really get the opportunity myself,” mused Santa as he ran his fingers through his beard and watched intently.
The seven reindeer turned to watch the spectacle as well. Donell’s tail happily swished as he let out noises of approval; the prospect of having an eighth to help excited the beast. Knowing the new reindeer was female elicited feelings of happiness and anticipation.
With Santa and those animals staring, Justine’s face turned beet red. Everyone was staring curiously as she made strange noises and glowed. “D-- Don’t just look at me! I’m sorry, please stop this! I-- ahhh!!!” She moaned out as an audible popping sound came from her arms and legs. On each hand, her fingers clumped together and grew rigid. Staring in horror at the gnarled and twisted digits, Justine attempted to open and close her hands. Her fingers struggled to move in response, obeying her less and less as her wrists grew and became more cylindrical. “NO, PLEASE!!! DON’T DO THIS!” She wailed in terror as her fingers slowly pulled together and darkened into a calcified mass. These changes weren’t painful but felt alien and uncomfortable.
Flailing her limbs in desperation, Justine begged fruitlessly for her body’s obedience. Tears streamed from her face as she watched the last of her digits fuse into what increasingly appeared to be hooves. All the while, the same phenomena manifested within her feet as they twisted and morphed along with her ankles. Panicked, she cried out for help as her limbs changed further. As the transformation progressed, it moved further up her arms and legs.
“Please don’t do the-- ooooohhhhh…” Justine’s words turned into a shaky moan as her hands and feet completed their transition. Still on her rear, the speechless woman gazed down at her hands. Specialized, four-toed hooves sat at the end of each appendage; nothing about them resembled functional, human hands. “NOO!!!!!” The woman screamed out, turning away from Santa as she attempted once more to stand and run.
“Nothing can stop this now; honestly, it would be best if you stayed near so we can take care of you when this is all over,” insisted Santa as he watched the pitiable yet fascinating scene unfolding before his eyes.
Justine fell back onto her new front hooves. Her front and back legs had transformed to the point where standing on all fours felt almost natural. Hysterical, the young woman tried and failed to become bipedal once more. Filled with fear and anger, she bucked her legs and began to flail around while shouting. “THIS ISN’T REAL! PLEASE FIX ME!”
Saint Nick watched with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. Getting close at this phase would be dangerous. “Don’t worry; the metamorphosis should speed up. You’ll feel better once you’re settled in your new body. Our reindeer team has been short-staffed, so we’re excited to have a new member.”
As the round male said those words, an icy chill went down Justine’s spine and permeated every cell of her body. “N-- New body!? You-- You are turning me into a fucking reindeer!?” The gravity of her predicament set in as the tingling sensations reached her inner thighs and armpits. Finally, the changes crept into her torso as the bones in her shoulders and hips creaked and ground. Her clothing strained as her ass and chest slowly expanded, making room for her larger bones. “URRRGHH!!” While on all fours, she pushed her ass up into the air. An incredible pressure pulsed through her ass and chest as her leggings tore at the seams. Soon after, the buttons of Justine’s jacket began to pop off one by one. She had always emphasized maintaining her petite and feminine figure; watching as her clothing broke apart and her body grew into something large and grotesque was almost too much for her to bear. Memories flashed through her head as the young woman recalled all of the cute outfits she had tried on over the last year. Standing in front of a mirror and admiring how nicely a dress hugged her curves was one of Justine’s favorite things in life. “I don’t want to be an animal!! PLEASE!” She begged, silently praying to god for a way out. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do any of this.
“Take a deep breath, Justine. These next changes should feel a little weird. You’re going to be okay! I know this is scary, but you will make a lovely reindeer, I am sure.” The jolly man called out. Santa’s reassurances rung hollow for the morphing woman.
CRRRRRCK!
A loud ripping sound echoed through the trees as the poor woman’s leggings ripped off completely, her milky thighs fattening up and overgrowing. Similarly, Justine’s coat broke open in the front while the sleeves tore and shredded during the expansion. The remains of what appeared to be a red bra and panties hung off of the young woman’s exposed, shapely body. Her curves still seemed to be womanly, but gradually flattened as her torso and hips grew and smoothed out. Justine’s girlish figure dissipated into her growing body’s new bulk, further humiliating the young lady.
“PLEASE, DON’T DOO THSHH!” While attempting to reason with Santa, her words grew slurred. The strange, fuzzy sensation reached her head and tailbone; with a loud cry of shock, Justine’s skull shifted and began to restructure itself. It was as though her body was modeling clay, and an invisible pair of hands sculpted everything into a new form. “NO PLSSH STAAHHHHP!” She felt her face elongate as her ears pulled into her head and migrated upward. The pressure at the base of her spine boiled over as the tip of her new tail broke through the skin and popped out. “AHM NAAAHT AHHMINAL!” As Justine yelled these words out, her voice grew deeper, gradually shifting to something more appropriate for a deer. Unable to fight any of this or even move, she stood on shaky hooves and moaned weakly while the changes ravaged her.
Santa could only stare in awe, watching the beautiful young woman disappear into her expanding form. Tufts of fur erupted from various spots on her body, spreading outward. Watching her change in real-time was quite surreal for him. Out of respect, he decided to hang back and be quiet.
Donell smelled the fragrance of a female deer, growing more and more excited as the process progressed. With a wag of his tail, the mighty beast walked toward Justine slowly. He chose to exercise caution for now, but couldn’t resist his urge to get closer.
“Doneeeeeehh!” Justine let out an animal-like cry. There was an obvious attempt at speaking English, but her new mouth made that impossible. She felt her tongue grow and flatten as her mouth finished elongating. Soon after, antler nubs burst from the top of her head and extended out. Fur now covered over half of the female’s body while her tail grew out to a natural length and swished back and forth wildly. Mournful deer-like cries sounded off into the night as the thick fluff consumed every inch of her cervine form. The woman’s tits and ass reshaped and dissolved while nipples budded from her abdomen with a burning, itchy sensation. She flailed, crying out as her dark hair fell out in clumps and landed in the snow. A majestic set of antlers stood tall and proud, rejecting Justine’s luscious, shampooed locks. Not my hair. No, no, no… God, please, no.
Donell closed in and stared longingly at the female’s exposed vulva as it glistened under the moonlight. As her rear end grew more deer-like, her vulva lengthened while the surrounding flesh grew brownish fur. He watched the woman’s throbbing sex stretch and writhe as it adjusted to fit her new body’s needs. The lovely, fragrant musk wafting from the swollen crevice was most enticing for him. Unable to hold back his primal instinct, the male deer leaned forward and pressed his warm nose into the hot, wet folds.
A hot, electric shock shot through Justine’s body as the hot tongue penetrated her slit and over up and down over the throbbing flesh. “EEEuuugh!!” Justine let out more loud reindeer cries as her body finished the transformation. I can’t let a fucking deer do this to me! The woman attempted to raise her hooves and kick the male reindeer in the face. Before she could do so, Donell’s hot, thick tongue pressed against her pulsing clit. “EEUUUUUUGH!” Her feminine animal cries only served to arouse the male further as he doubled his efforts. His tongue swirled over the flesh nub and then traveled upward and pushed in through Justine’s vaginal opening. Heart racing, the fires of arousal lit up like an inferno within the core of Justine’s body. Her primal instincts screamed at her to breed; bearing children and helping with the sleigh were her main functions in life. No… Fuck, no. I have to keep it together. She thought to herself in a frenzy, trying to find any way out of this nightmare. However, it was impossible; the buck’s muscular tongue pushed into her dripping pussy and gluttonously sampled her wonderful flavor. Unable to contain her noises of lust, the doe moaned and trembled. She was utterly unable to resist or put up a fight against the powerful being behind her. Tiny orgasmic bursts radiated out from the pink flesh nub, causing the female deer’s mind to go blank amidst the waves of pure euphoria.
Donell felt great satisfaction from pleasuring this gorgeous, fragrant female. His penis throbbed, growing more erect by the second as he ate out his soon-to-be mate. Holding himself back grew impossible, his carnal desires and animal nature taking over.
Justine blinked, feeling the buck pull his face away from her moistened sex. A moment ago, she had been lamenting how badly she wanted Donell to stop. Now that he withdrew, the doe felt a tinge of frustration and anxiety. That felt good; why did he stop?
Donell listened to his girl’s whimpering and huffing with a feeling of triumph. Do you want me that badly? Well, if you insist. Who was her to deny the requests of a pure maiden in need?
Justine was utterly unaware of the way her body was acting. Her rear stuck out, behaving and enunciating sounds like a deer in heat; subconsciously, she signaled for the powerful alpha to take her. As the male adjusted himself and mounted her body, a terrifying reality set in for the confused doe.
I’m telling him to fuck me.
Before she could react, the alpha got himself into the correct position and pressed his throbbing shaft up into the throbbing, moistened lips. Justine moaned out, internally screaming for him to stop despite her hips greedily pushing back to meet her mate’s charge. As his cock drove deeper, the female reindeer moaned and made lewd noises while her body shuddered. It feels so huge, oh god. She was concerned her pussy would rip, but it managed to accommodate the massive shaft, stretching to its limit. An indescribable pressure built slowly within her vaginal walls as Donell pulled back and thrust in again. Picking up the pace, the buck pushed harder and harder, letting out loud grunts as it rammed into his precious mate. Justine wanted to pull away, but the building wellspring of bliss within her womb and pelvis refused to let her. Instead, she found herself continuously shoving her hips back to meet his massive penis, bleating and making sultry noises.
This feels incredible-- please don’t stop… Don’t stop. The closer Justine got to her climax, the more her brain and hormones pushed her to accept her new reality. Every time the pillar of meat brushed her cervix, her insides spasmed and gripped her mate’s cock needily. First, orgasmic ripples saturated her birth canal and caused the doe’s mind to glaze over with primal lust. Already defeated by the appetizer course, Justine’s climax erupted from within. She let out a loud, bleating howl and saw stars. Soon after, she felt her mate spasm and reach his end. The two moaned in unison as hot, sticky semen painted the deer woman’s insides. For the moment, Justine felt nothing but a zen-like state of euphoric nirvana. Nothing else in the world mattered.
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Santa watched the animals breed right in front of him, finding the scene to be oddly compelling. Donell deserved something nice for Christmas himself, right? A sudden thought came over him as he pulled out his tome once more and flipped to the right page. Okay, I saw something before about this transformation being temporary. As he finished the page, his eyes widened in horror.
“The metamorphosis will be permanent if the target is impregnated during the transformation.”
The passage was clear; he briefly lamented that he didn’t read more thoroughly before letting Donell go wild. After a moment, he paused and pursed his lips. “Then again, having the eighth reindeer would really help,” the man mused to himself. He reached into the bag with a jolly laugh to get some supplies for his new employee.
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