Author: By MWE Species: Man to Female Reindeer and then to Female Woman,
Woman to Female Reindeer and back Date: Nov. 24, 2009 Rating: X 
Sleigh Team Support
M and F to Partial Does
I honestly can't remember how the pranks started between my sister and I. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but it seemed we'd always been at each other's throats in one way or another. Our fights were short, usually started by the pranks we pulled on each other, and tended to get broken up rather quickly by our parents. But our parents worked and we were usually left alone to devise our little revenges.
The pranks we laid ranged from simple, classic stuff, like unscrewing the salt shaker cap so that the whole container emptied when shaken, or the old "spring-out snake in a can" type to make sis drop her drink, to complex, well-laid plans. Simple brother versus sister stuff. Nothing that wasn't more than an inconvenience, of course. We didn't lay any traps for each other that seriously damaged each other or our property, but still, they could be very annoying.
Our usual nit-picking at each other was winding down a bit lately though. I was still wearing my newly-pinkened fruit of the looms after sis "accidentally" dropped an old red sweater into the washing machine while my undies were being washed. Urg, a guy's underwear was NOT EVER supposed to be PINK. Makes my nuts itch just thinking about it. It was only fair, I suppose, since I'd put egg whites into Melissa’s hair spray the day before one of her dates, so it smelled rotten. With the holiday season fast approaching, we were trying to hold it down a bit so our parents would get us better gifts.
Still, I had to clean the bathroom up after I found out the hard way Sis had put saran wrap over the toilet bowl. Thinking up a decent revenge took all day, but I soon I realized she had a date the next day, and she would, as always, be running a little bit late. Shortly after school that Friday, I headed over to the local pharmacy and picked up some orajel, that stuff that you put on cold sores and numbs the skin. The next morning, I slipped into her bedroom while she was showering. As usual, her bra and panties were laid out on the bed. I wouldn't touch her panties, after all, some pranks were just plain cruel and I still loved my sister, but the insides of her bra cups got a thick, goopy layer of the orajel.
Her screeching realization, about 10 minutes after she'd finished dressing for her date, were pure music to my ears. I got a good laugh out of her red face as she passed me (oh, if looks could kill...) but she was late already, and couldn't change out of her "little black dress". So, with numb nips, she cussed at me and ran out the door. Her clunker car, her pride and joy, whistled strangely as she started it, and that strange whistle followed her down the road. I hoped she wouldn't get too dirty trying to remove the potato from her tailpipe. It'd taken me only a few minutes to drill the hole through the potato and insert the whistle, but I was sure she'd drive herself nuts looking for the cause of the sound.
I started my day by opening some mail that had come and was startled to find that I'd won $300 worth of free food from the Pizza Hut in the next town over, Bay City. The Pizza Hut letterhead stated that the offer was good through the end of the week, and I had to present the letter to that particular location, on the corner of Main Street and Center Avenue, to get my prize. Excited, I started to get ready to go out, but a few minutes into my morning shower, I had to run across the house, naked and dripping, to the pantry to grab a new bar of soap. My old shower bar had been painted over with clear varnish, probably the same stuff Sis puts on her nails.
I spent most of the day looking for the address, driving my rusty pickup truck around in circles in Bay City, wondering why they'd build a Pizza Hut on the corner of Main Street and Center Avenue if the two streets didn't cross paths.
Ho hum.
So I was out a full tank of gas, and a wasted day, the house empty when I got home. And, yes, my bedroom door locks.
It was habit that the first thing I did when I started my computer was to look to see if my mouse had scotch tape covering it's ball or if the ball was just plain missing. I also turned down the volume. I never knew how Sis could figure out my password each time I changed it, but she had no trouble logging onto my pc and changing the startup sounds or the desktop images. More than once, I'd been treated to a loud, booming, very deep male voice stating that I wanted a large black man's cock up my rear exit with a matching nude pict plastered across my desktop. Of course, she never knew how I'd hacked into her laptop either, or when I'd decide to coat her keypad with vaseline.
I suppose it's time I described us to the readers. I'm not all that popular in school. It's not that I'm a geek, or a nerd, or that I'm a loser, it's just that I don't really fit into any of the cliques. I'm not depressed all the time; I don't dress in all black. I'm not tall enough, or strong enough, to be a jock. I'm just, well, average. It's not something I worry about either. I do have a few friends, not as many as my sister, but a few. I'm 16, by the way, and a Junior this year. I got bumped up because I was born late into the school year and got the "privilege" to be placed a bit ahead when preschool started. Sis is 17, almost 18, and a rather popular Senior. I have to admit, I'm rather jealous she's got so many friends, so many people to visit with, who like her, so many things to do, parties to go to.
In any case, I'm 5'10", a bit on the slim side, with short sand-blond hair. I think my sis is a bit envious of my hair; hers is a muddy color with dark blond streaks mixed in. Come to think of it, I seem to recall more than one incident where she'd tried to "dye" my hair when we were younger. Ahh, those were the times… One month I had to go to school with black hair, a month starting on Picture Day.
Sunday morning, Sis glared at me as I entered the kitchen. "Morning, Numb Nips," I chuckled.
"You're lucky it wore off before I got to the party," she growled.
I poured myself a bowl of Grape Nuts, "I have no idea what you're talking about, dear sister." I answered sweetly.
"Oh, don't lie to me..." she hissed.
I kept the best poker face I had, "That reminds me, what's wrong with your car? Last night, it sounded like it needed a tune up," I couldn't hold back the laugh as I poured the milk over my cereal. "Did you spring a leak?" I needled.
She dodged the question and glanced over at the pile of mail lying on the table. The Pizza Hut envelope was lying on top. She smirked, "Have a good drive yesterday?" Melissa laughed evilly, got up with her last slice of toast and left the room in a huff.
I sat and started eating. First spoonful into my mouth. Yup, it was cat litter. And... YEOW! Hot sauce in the milk.
For lunch, I stamped and labeled a letter for Sis and mailed it out. It was quick; it was simple. I mailed her a slice of bologna.
In any case, tradition dictated that around mid-November we had to write up our Christmas lists, lists that got shorter and the items on it more expensive as we grew older. I started on mine, writing honestly about what I wanted as a gift or needed for the rest of the school year. You know, little things, like the new GameStationX, the guitar I’ve been requesting for years, a few new toys for my pc, or white undies (WHITE for a change), because everyone has that one crazy aunt who won't get you anything but socks and undies. As the list grew longer and more wildly expensive (those "in your wildest dreams" kind of gifts) I was reminded of a gift I'd received on my last birthday. Of course, my wonderful sister had sent it.
The package was large and, of course, unlabelled; the kind anyone could have sent. A few of my friends were over for my birthday, (some of whom I'm sure just wanted to visit with Melissa) and, of course, my sister had helpfully volunteered to take photos. Mom and Dad were out, leaving us to have a "quiet" sleep over, and as my sis was in charge, she had guaranteed our parents that the house wouldn't be burned to the ground the next day.
Sis snapped picts as we ate and later, when we opened the gifts, she snapped photos of the little things my friends had gotten me as well. The large, unlabelled gift turned out to be a rather lifelike blowup doll, a MALE doll, and she got pictures of me opening that gift and my friends having a good laugh at my expense. My face looked really, really red as I pulled out the latex doll. That night, us boys camped on the furniture or on the floor in the living room while Sis slept in her room. I don't know how they all did it, but in the morning my face was covered in makeup, my toenails and fingernails painted crimson red, and my eyebrows shaved off. Somehow they'd also managed to take off my tee shirt and put a bra on me. And not just any bra, but a giant, DD cup, uber-granny bra. And then placed the male blowup doll in my arms.
It was a good laugh.
Over the next week, I kept finding photos, in my school books, in my locker, in my gym bag, in my backpack, of that party, with me sleeping and made up to look like an 80-year old prostitute, or sitting red-faced next to the naked blowup guy.
One of my friends finally copped to the gag and told me it'd been my sister masterminding the whole thing. They'd all gotten a good laugh out of it but he'd really liked to have seen the pictures.
So the next weekend, I gathered my friends around me again. The next morning I knocked on Sis's door saying I wanted to get an early shower, turned the water on for a few minutes, and then, still dry, trotted down to the kitchen. Melissa's screams a half-hour later made all of my friends laugh as we sat in the kitchen. Especially when she came running down the stairs in a panic, dressed only in her bathrobe. Of course, the strung up doll could be easily cut down and the five bottles of ketchup we'd squirted all over the shower could be easily washed away, but still, the gag was something to remember. 
After all, it was her day to clean the bathroom.
We never saw the blowup guy again.
So now I was wondering what Sis had written on her Christmas list. What would she like for the holiday?
I heard the whine of a small appliance in the bathroom, followed by a muted "bluh" and an outraged cry of bloody murder. Perhaps she'd like a new hairdryer for Christmas? Maybe one not full of baby powder?
Later that day, I headed out to grab a quick bite to eat. Starting my truck, I heard a whistle from the back end. I'd forgotten about the potato gag.
I thought it a bit odd though, she was usually more creative than that; she didn't usually rehash an old gag. I easily popped the tater out of the tailpipe, and started down the road. It was a bit cold, so I reached for the heater and turned on the fan. It let out a muted "bleh" and I was rewarded with a mouthful of talc powder as it shot out of my vents, covering me completely, head to toe.
Ahh, that's a much better gag. Though the lady at the drive thru was a bit surprised to see a ghost-white person drive up to her window that day. I had to admit though; the burger didn't taste very good either.
In any case, one night when our parents asked about our lists, we both announced to them that we'd finished writing them. Family tradition stated that we'd "mail" them out on the last day of November to Santa's Workshop at the North pole, although, in reality, Dad or Mom would pick them out of the mail before the letter carrier came around so they could read through the lists. Some years though, the lists would slip through, as our parents were generally rather busy, and into the gears of the postal machine. No telling where those letters to Santa went. Or if they went at all.
Oh, and Sis received a letter in the mail that day. So that I wouldn't see what she'd gotten or try to steal the letter to read, she took it up to her room and closed her door before opening it. I could tell though, this letter was very special. Yes, today Sis had gotten a slice of bologna in the mail.
She was in a much better mood when she got home from school that day, and that had me worried. I'd imagined that she'd be rather uncomfortable, as I'd replaced her gym bra with a pair one size smaller, and with A-cups. Same color, same design, same bra, just a smaller version. With Training Inserts. I kinda wondered that whole day how she'd manage to squish her C-Cup breasts into that bra. And I wondered how she'd wiggle into the silken panties that were three whole sizes too small.
I had a hard time keeping a poker face though Math class, which was the same time as Melissa's Gym class. I could picture her getting teased by the other girls in the room over the small outfit, how she'd try to mash her body into it so she could keep her grade up in the class without getting in trouble. Sis is actually quite pretty, more so than a lot of the girls in the school. She wears her mid-back length hair up in a ponytail with a scrunchy most of the time. She's tall for a girl too, only an inch shorter than me, but even so, she's got a great figure.
Still, to be in that gym locker room, with all those girls changing... To watch all that luscious girly flesh... *Shudder* Oh, to dream...
I found out the next day why she'd been cheery at home, when I opened my gym bag for class, and found myself holding a pair of silky, satin pink panties. And a note, saying "I borrowed a pair that fit, thanks. See if you can trade these away."
I laughed. I'm a guy, see, so I just went commando during gym that day. Actually, it felt pretty good not to wear any undies while we jogged around the track.
Still, it merited a payback.
And, I thought up an evil bit of revenge when I got back to my locker, as the photo of the inside contents of my gym bag met my eyes, taped to the inside of the door. The panty's matching bra hung guiltily on one of the coat hooks for all the world to see.
Ahh, funny stuff.
On a whim, when I got home, I found and rewrote her Christmas Wish List. So, Melissa's Christmas list became a list of sex toys: dildos, condoms, weird bondage equipment, latex minidresses, that sort of thing. I closed it with a line, "But Santa, all I REALLY want for Christmas this year is a really, really good fucking." Signed, "Melissa."
I knew I wouldn't have any trouble with the mail or my parents with this letter. After all, I was going to mail it before our "real" lists were "sent". And the newly modified list's envelope would be labeled as "send to Santa" but I knew it would get returned to our house; I didn't put any stamps on the envelope. Melissa would open the letter when it was returned. After all, who could resist adding a few more things to their lists?
But the master plan was a bit more devious than that simple gag. Clay, Melissa's Senior boyfriend and also the resident football star, was having a party this weekend. I chatted with him a bit, and since he saw no problems changing the theme of his party, I planted the seed within his mind to be spread to his guests. A costume party... He thought it was a good idea.
As I've said before, Melissa was pretty popular in school. And, for the popular girls, there were always dirty rumors to go with their "cred". So, for Sis, there was a small rumor going around that she liked to party, and by "party" I mean she liked sex. I'd heard some whispers that she might be a slut, but those comments usually came from those certain girls that were envious of my Sis's popularity.
It didn't bother me if the rumors were true or not. My sis was hot, and if she was getting some... Well, to be honest, I was a bit jealous that she was getting some. I was still a virgin, with few prospects of that Situation changing.
The second part of my plan was more expensive, but Friday, the day before the party, Melissa received a package. It was labeled "from Clay", a small box…
And thus the weekend rolled around. Melissa was a bit late, as usual, getting out the door, but once she was ready... Well, I was astonished. She was ravishing. Little white cuffs clung to her wrists and a little white choker around her neck with a sharp, shiny satin bowtie. She'd brushed her brown hair until it seemed to shine and it flowed over her bare shoulders like a cape, framing her lovely face. She'd picked out an electric blue lipstick and had brushed a similar blue eye shadow over her eyes.
But, that's not what I saw first. When I'd picked out the bunny costume... Well, I never expected her to wear it first off. Second off, I never imagined her wearing the costume. Third off, well, I'd just never imagined her wearing it.
She stood at the door, looking at me, tapping her electric blue high heels, making her fishnet stockings move up and down with each tap. She has cheerleader thighs, the kind of legs that you want wrapped around you, in any way: around your waist, your hips, your head... Anywhere. Yes, anywhere was just fine.
The bunny suit cut high on her thighs, revealing all the shapely contours of her hips, all covered in what little the fishnet stockings covered, and fit so snuggly between her legs that you could see she'd freshly shaved herself for this party. The suit hugged her every feminine curve, up her flat stomach, to the small hollow where her navel hid behind the satiny material, up her rib cage, where you could almost make out her ribs beneath the two layers of skin. The costume held her breasts tightly to her body, making them mushroom out the top of the bodice. Her blooming mounds bounced lightly as she tapped her foot.
I swallowed hard, blushing. Here was my own sister, and I was gaping like a fool.
She turned and grabbed for her coat but not before I'd seen her reaction to my gaze in her eyes. She twirled her long overcoat around her body, her cheeks blushing. "Not a word of this to Mom and Dad," she threatened. "Clay wanted me to wear this to his costume party today." As her coat brushed over her satin-hugged skin, I saw her shiver a tiny bit, saw the rubbing materials harden her nipples.
Suddenly, I felt guilty for putting orajel in her bra.
She turned back to face me, her coat open and her finger pointing menacingly at me, "I will do horrible things to you if you say one word." She reached up and crammed the blue bunny ears comically onto her head and stormed out the door, her heels clicking on the sidewalk.
I shuddered, overcome by the pure sexuality Sis had exuded. Wow. Wow was the only thing I could think of at the moment, but shortly, after the sound of her car faded into the distance, I realized suddenly that this prank... Well, it might not be a prank anymore. It could become... something serious. Something that worried me.
I waited a few moments before following her to the party. The gag was that Melissa was to be the only one showing up to the party dressed up in costume and that I was to take pictures of her sticking out like a sore thumb. The costume had been geared towards that end.
But, even as I pulled up, I realized the plan had backfired. Clay had taken to the idea a bit too well and it seemed he didn't want Sis to twist in the wind. Everyone at the party was in costume. And some of the guys, other Seniors, had taken it one step further and dressed in Togas.
I was let in. People thought the camera around my neck WAS my costume. There was plenty of drink, lots of dancing, chugging, and someone in the corner who wasn't much impressed with the party lit up a joint.
I watched Sis from the shadows for about an hour, staying hidden, snapping pictures of the prettier girls that bounced my way, and watching with great interest as one of the girls decided to get her top a bit more than wet before kissing her girlfriend to the encouraging cheers of the people around her. Needless to say, I got GREAT photos.
Shortly after the kissing ended, I realized I'd lost my sister so I went searching around. One of the potheads had noticed a blue bunny hop into one of the bedrooms, dragging the gracious host along with her. I took a quick look at my camera, hoping I had enough pictures left to get some good blackmail material and started hunting for wabbits.
Sis wasn't that hard to find, though they'd taken up residence in one of the more undisturbed sections of the house. She was making a lot of noise, and, as the door clicked quietly closed behind me, I got full view of what they were doing in that darkened room. The thought was slow to penetrate, though I'd seen sex on the internet many, many times before, it seemed there was a barrier blocking the thought from entering my brain. My sister was getting screwed, and hard.
I don't know what made me duck into the closet to hide. There was something dirty, animalian, about the way they were having sex. Face to face, her costume pulled down from her breasts as they pressed into his chest, the crotch of the electric blue bunny suit pulled aside, damp with juice, the torn nylons, her high heels digging into his back as she gripped him with her heels and clawed at his back with her blue-painted fingernails. The smack, smack, smacking of their bodies, or Sis, as she groaned, "harder, harder" up to the ceiling as he bit into her neck and shoulder.
I couldn't look away. The same stunned bewilderment held my camera forgotten around my neck. Here was something that was "no-no", and yet, I couldn't move to save my life.
I don't know for how long I was paralyzed, but I was still standing there, hidden in the closet, door open just a crack so I could peer out. When they finished, Sis loosed a loud, ear-shattering screech, and Clay pounded into her body a few hard, long thrusts, shivering as he unloaded. My own breathing was shallow, almost as though I was holding my breath, being as quiet as a mouse, but not knowing why.
After a time, Clay pulled out of her and sat up on the bed. Sis just lay there, looking horribly sweaty, disheveled and satisfied. With a shock, I realized he hadn't worn a condom, and his seed was further dampening the crotch of her bunny costume as it slipped back over her skin to recover her crotch. "Hey baby," he whispered, reaching a hand to brush back a damp strand of her hair. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited a friend of mine to come up."
"He wants a ride too?" she whispered silkily.
At that moment, the door opened, and another Senior, another football player, came into the room. "Hey," he greeted them, "She ok with it?" he grunted.
"Oooh, more cock," Sis cooed. "Come here..." She began pulling apart his Toga as he stood by the bed, then hungrily began licking his cock. Her bunny ears bobbled obscenely as she sucked on him, working his shaft to hardness.
Melissa backed off, "Ready?" When they both nodded, Clay having recovered enough for a second round, she looked up at the new guy. "How do you want it?"
I think I must have blacked out a bit in the closet, my eyes got blurry, and for a few seconds I didn't know what was going on. I couldn't see the two guys surrounding my sister, who was where, or whose cock was in which hole, or... Well, I just don't know. I could only see my sister, getting banged, enjoying it, sweaty, disheveled, wild-haired, and absolutely loving it. Two things stuck in my mind as I crept out of my hidey-hole. The first was the new guy asking, "No condoms?" and Clay answering, "Naw, she's cool with that. She's on the pill." The second was the look of shocked outrage when Sis happened to glance over and see me. Her green eyes met my green eyes across the darkened room. But, she was too entangled to do anything, and her mouth was... busy, I think, with something else. I don't know what though, I can't seem to remember.
I left the party, walked out in a haze. My heart was racing, my chest felt tight, the blood pounding in my ears, everything behind me was forgotten, everything but that one image of Sis getting plowed.
I honestly don't know how I made it home. My hands were trembling on the steering wheel, and I couldn’t seem to tell how fast my truck was going.
Go to a party, see Sis getting fucked royally. But, damn, I was jealous of her.
We didn't speak for a week. Didn't even play our little gags on each other. I realized I was proud to have a sister that could go to a party and get laid, and I felt a lot more respect for her. I was also a bit worried, her having sex unprotected like that. I also realized I was a bit worried about her reputation in school and realized that the rumors might be a bit more than just idle gossip.
And, I gotta tell ya, I had some weird dreams over the next few weeks. Mostly about banging a girl dressed in a bunny suit. I'd have on-the-spot fantasies about girls I saw in class, or around school, or walking around the mall, mostly wearing bunny costumes, sometimes French maid outfits, or tight spandex minidresses. Sometimes these would be blue, sometimes black, or white, but mostly pink. I thought pink would be a better color for a girl to wear during that type of activity. I thought about Sis a lot too, and how she looked while she was having fun. Those thoughts didn't get my blood racing, but I still felt a bit of envy for her and thought about how I could make a girl feel like that. And, oddly enough, I started having thoughts about the same situation my sister had been in, but reversed, with me and a girl having wild sex, my sister caught watching us guiltily from the sidelines. Those were few and far between, but generally those dreams started that way, then led to us having sort of a competition, her with her guy, me with my girl. Kinda like a race to see who could ride their mounts the fastest and get the furthest. Who could jump our mounts the highest.
Ok, that was weird, I know.
Sis, in the mean time, gave me the stink eye the next day, but she kept quiet. Perhaps she thought dirty pictures of her would show up someplace embarrassing if she pushed my buttons too much. I think of it as the nuclear arms race; she thought I had the bomb, but knew that she didn't any ammo, so she couldn't retaliate if I did decide to attack. And I'm certain she searched my territories for weapons of mass destruction, searched many times, but could not find any.
But, she cleaned up the bunny outfit. She kept it hung up in her closet.
So... Stalemate. Things had changed between us. The resulting uncomfortable situation was made much worse by the fact that nether of us knew how to let off the steam caused by the increased stress. We couldn't prank each other anymore because we didn't know where the other stood on that… one... uncomfortable situation.
It turned out to be an old gag that changed the situation even further.
A letter addressed to Melissa and Daniel. From Santa.
It arrived about a week before Christmas. Along with a largish box.
"Dear Melissa and Daniel," the letter started.
"You've both been naughty this year, very naughty. Your practical jokes against each other have crossed the line. You've made your parents very upset with both of you and now they're both just tired of your childish pranks. In addition, you have both been engaging in behaviors that are not acceptable. I have been forced to place you not only on the naughty list, but also on the "bad apple" list. If you stay on the bad apple list, I will not even consider sending you gifts on Christmas day unless you seriously atone for your bad behavior.”
“But, I will offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. I will be passing through your area shortly after midnight on Christmas Eve. My reindeer will be tired and will need a short rest so they can continue with our deliveries. I would like you both to be there to offer your services to my reindeer.”
“And, Melissa, if you truly feel you’re in need of a good fucking, you will be well satisfied.”
“Santa”
“P.S. If you agree to be of service to my reindeer, please be at the old barn at the end of your street at midnight. Wear the costumes I've sent you."
And, included with the letter signed "Santa" was Sis’s gag list I'd sent out to the North Pole, expecting it to be returned "undeliverable" to our mailbox. A third letter in the box showed that great minds think alike; Sis had done the same for me, sending Santa a revised Christmas wish list requesting things like dildos, handcuffs, inflatable male dolls, inflatable sheep, and, for some reason, black electrical tape and electric socks, all written in pink pen and signed “Daniel” in her pretty, flowery handwriting.
"You wrote SANTA a letter saying I needed a good fucking?" Sis whispered, shocked.
"Well, you wrote him saying I needed a dick up my ass," I pointed out. "Turn-about is fair play."
"This has to be a hoax." She was distracted, staring at the box but not seeing it.
"I'd much rather have a nice, tight girl sliding down my cock..." I mumbled.
"Did you tell anyone?" Sis blurted, sounding panicked.
It took me a while, but I finally convinced her that I didn't tell anyone. And I made a mistake; I told her that I didn't take any pictures of her that night. Now that the cat was out of the bag, I was sure that there would be civil and economic repercussions. Perhaps even severe trade sanctions.
It took all night, but we hashed it out, finally coming to a conclusion on what our response would be. Though the risk was great, we decided to play along with this little letter from "Santa" and see who was in the know about what had been going on the past few months. It was entirely too personal to be a simple prank, and the consequences too damaging to be one of us pulling the strings (besides, both of us knew that total blackmail was not our style), and frankly, the shear risk was phenomenal. But, curiosity won in the end, by a small margin.
We'd go meet this "Santa", whoever he may really be, on Christmas Eve night.
In the mean time, we'd opened the box. Inside were two smaller boxes, one labeled "Melissa" and one mislabeled "Danielle". Inside those boxes were two costumes, as per the note. We had spread them out over the kitchen table.
Sis's outfit was all red velvet trimmed with white fur. When dressed up in it, she'd look like the little elvin helper you usually see taking the money from the parents so their children could sit on "Santa's" lap at the mall. She had one of those ridiculous red caps, the kind with the white poof on the top and a furred bottom rim, like a limp velveteen dunce’s cap. The costume also had slim, red velvet gloves topped with the same white fur that slid up to her elbows. But the main part of the costume was the red velvet vest-top. It was almost a tank top with a low-cut cleavage bound with a light rim of the white fur. White fur trim came down about halfway down the shirt, which could be fastened (or opened down to her navel) by three large gold buttons sitting atop the trim. The bottom hem of the shirt slowly tapered, front and back, into a wide V, also trimmed with the white fur. The red, pleated skirt was just long enough to cover her modesty, the lower hem also fur-trimmed. The boots that came with the package were tall, high heeled boots, red velvet again, with flat, black soles and the same tuft of white fur sprouting from tops that would slide up to her calves and almost reach to her knees. A thick black belt with a large golden buckle would hold the skirt up, and a red hair scrunchy, with a thin red matching choker got her neck, completed the outfit.
Mine was similar, except it was made for a boy, and was green. Same type of elvin cap, but green. A pair of short gloves, with white fur lining the wrists. A sleeveless shirt vest, rimmed with fur along the bottom hem only, a hem that fell a little short of covering my belly. Green shorts that fell to mid-thigh and trimmed with fur. A pair of low green elvin shoes with curled toes with small golden bells on the tips. A wide black belt with a golden buckle. And a thin, green choker to go around my neck with a little gold bell dangling from its front.
And, to our embarrassment, both of us received under things to wear with the outfit. I had a pair of satin green boxer shorts, while Melissa found a red pair of satin panties with a little golden bow on the top edge, front and back.
And thus it was that we waited anxiously, nervously, our costumes stored safely away in the backs of our closets, waiting for the day we would find out what kind of prank was blooming on our behalves.
Christmas Eve was a quiet endeavor around our house. Dad and Mom both had to work, happy for the extra holiday pay and the chance to be away from their arguing children. What they didn't know is that their children hadn't said more than three words to each other since their packages arrived for them. No pranks, no jokes, no yelling or shouting. The parents missed the change in their kid's behavior. They weren't expecting such an about-face, or how the two warring siblings suddenly seemed to have pulled together in a bond tighter than welded steel.
The parents were not home when the children ate, suffering a last meal of leftover pizza and pop. The parents were not aware of the children taking turns having a late shower. The parents had no clue their children were donning embarrassing elfish costumes (although they'd have had a great laugh seeing them dressed like this).
I sighed, sitting in the kitchen, wearing my rather thin, cold costume, waiting for Sis to finish dressing. The long walk down to the end of the street would be a cold one, and as both cars were terminally plowed in, we couldn't drive the 100 yards down street to the old red barn waiting for us. Sis rapped lightly on the kitchen doorframe, and again I was stunned at how beautifully she looked. The red velvet hugged her contours, showing more skin than I thought it would, revealing just the very tops of her breasts and hinting devilishly at her cleavage.
"It's going to be a cold walk," she whispered, shuddering. Her outfit did nothing to hide the hardening of her nipples in the cool air in the kitchen. They'd be able to cut glass in the cold of midwinter's night. I felt sorry for her.
"Well, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "Whoever's pulling this prank on us..."
I nodded. We both knew it was going to be a good laugh.
Just going outside was a good laugh. It was cold, cold, cold, as we tiptoed through the tulips, skittered through the knee-deep snow and slipped between dirty piles and down the icy road. I was afraid my grapes would shrivel into raisins and fall off. The satiny costume provided no barrier to the night's frigid wind and the long winter coats we wore over our costumes weren't doing much to help the situation. Sis was shivering hard, her lips turning blue, and as she tightened her long coat around her body, her nips, true to form, could cut the ice we were walking on if she fell down.
But we made it. The old red barn awaited us, a classic farm icon in every way, including the rust-red, peeling paint of the wooden-slat walls, the aluminum sheeting covering the roof, the creaking tractor-sized sliding doors. I tried my best, but I couldn't force those doors any further down their frozen tracks, so we slipped in through a crack in the wall, just large enough for us to squeeze through. Inside, it was dark, but we came a little bit prepared and began looking around with our flashlights. 
At one end of the barn, we found a small workshop with long, dirty benches for working on farm equipment. The room was empty, besides the bare wooden walls, the ancient flexy metal conduits for running electricity, the empty light sockets, the benches and the dirt floor. A bit of snow had drifted in between the slats. Above the workshop was a small loft, but there didn't appear to be anything up there and neither of us wanted to risk the rickety ladder nailed to the wall to see if there was.
In the middle of the barn, lay two dirt-floored tractor bays, both empty aside from an abandoned length of rusty chain coiled in one end and a thin layer of drifted snow. Separating the two bays were two sets of thick, roughhewn tree-trunk beams, holding the walls out and the roof up. The ten feet of distance between the two H-frame-beams housed a concrete-floored storage area filled with all sorts of rusty equipment: old plow disks, an old, rusty drag, a large coil of molding rope, a loose pile of old tractor tires, and an old drum filled with foul-smelling tractor oil. Narrow paths linked the two tractor bays at both outer walls.
The end opposite the workshop was the raised hayloft, which took up more than a third of the barn’s length. A good number of hay bales were piled like a large poorly designed staircase, with a good layer of the bales still piled against the walls like bricks. The front most edge had a good-sized flat area in the center, looking almost like the stage at school. Towards the windward side, the bales were made of a thicker material which shown more golden in our searching flashlight beams. Several rows of the golden bales were stacked high to form an insulating wall. The wind didn't whistle here and it seemed warmer, almost comfortable.
"Why do those look different?" Sis's teeth chattered as I helped her up to the hay stage.
"Those are straw bales. These," I tapped my foot on what we were standing on, "are hay bales. Hay is what cows and horses eat, and straw is used for insulation, so the farmer put those straw bales against the wall to keep the hay dry."
"It’s a bit warmer here," she sighed, moving back towards the wall of hay, choosing a place to seat herself on the prickly bales, "Let's wait here until midnight. Maybe the prankster won't show up tonight, it's pretty harsh out."
I moved close to my sister, wrapping my arms around her and let her rest her head against my shoulder. Gradually we warmed each other up, and I realized that, despite the empty whistling of the wind and the prickling of the bales, it was pretty comfortable in here. The smell of the straw and hay was almost... homey.
"I still can't believe we're doing this," Sis whispered.
"Yeah, whoever set this up must be crazy," I answered back. I felt relaxed, but there was something nagging my conscience, something I had to get out. "Sis, about... that night..."
I felt her stiffen against me. I continued, "I didn't mean to catch you doing... that. I'm really sorry."
"Oh," she whispered softly.
"There really are no pictures, and if there were... well," I inhaled, "I could never show them to anyone... or tell anyone... it would hurt you too much."
She sniffled on my shoulder. I pulled her closer.
"You're my sister, I don't want to hurt you," I kissed her forehead, "I love ya, ya know?" I don't know what made me say it. Maybe it was the cold, maybe the smell of the musty barn or the hay, or maybe just the absurdity of the whole situation.
Sis nodded slightly, her ponytail rubbing against my ear, "I love you too brother," she muffled into my coat.
For some reason, I needed to add, "But, I'm a bit worried," I paused, "Don't you think… that... was a bit much?" I shifted a little, "I don't want you GETTING hurt either, you know." Now that I'd said it, got it out into the open, I found a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
Sis laughed into my coat and, sniffling, sat up, pulling away a bit. "Yea, I guess you're right. I should be more careful," She sighed, grinning like an evil plan was forming in the recesses of her mind, "But it just feels so GOOD. Ya know?"
I smiled down at her, "No..." I shook my head slowly.
The smile faded from her face, "oh," she sat up surprised, "OH! Really, you.... haven't?" I shook my head. "Well, alright then, tomorrow, when we get back home, I'll promise you that I'll slow down and be more careful. And, I'll see if I can't fix you up with someone." Her eyes twinkled devilishly as she stuck out her gloved hand.
I shook it and held it. "And, no more pranks?"
"Promise," we answered simultaneously. Laughing, we both held our other hands. Both of us had our fingers crossed. "Jinx!"
She leaned back in to cuddle me, resting her head on my shoulder, and we sat there until we heard a loud boom on the ground outside the barn. Startled, we stood, trying to peer out through the gaps in the wall slats to see what it could be. A roar shook the barn as one of the sliding doors was thrust aside and a gust of black, swirling night flowed in, chilling us to the bones. A crack and a slushing sound filled the barn and a second later, the roaring, shuddering sound of the door being slid closed echoed through the night. Once again the frigid wind was mostly blocked out. 
Trapped inside the barn with us were the sound of animals moving about restlessly and the smell of sweaty, hard worked beasts. And oddly, the smell of peppermint.
With a click and a buzz, the lights went on. Lights where there were no light bulbs, or only broken glass, or empty sockets, but golden light nonetheless. 
And in the nearest tractor bay sat a red sleigh with large golden bells, a huge dirty-white bag slung over the back end, and a old fat man dressed in red and white driving a team of reindeer harnessed with red leather and golden bells. Driving a sleigh, not with a drover’s whip, but with a large, black steering wheel.
I was surprised that my little green shorty shorts weren't filled with big brown Lincoln logs.
I think Melissa felt the same way, unless the wide-open fish mouth look had come back into style.
"Well, I see you got my letter!" Cried out the jolly old man. He leapt nimbly from the sleigh to the bales, "And wearing the costumes, good, good!" He smiled at us broadly. He took from his coat pocket a small brown handkerchief, and unfolded it, and unfolded it, and again. When it was the size and thickness of a beach blanket, he shook it like a dirty rug and it settled on the bale "stage", now large enough to cover the whole area in a thick brown blanket that smelled dully of freshly mown alfalfa. 
The air in the barn warmed and soon became too warm for our coats, so we tossed them up onto the higher stacked bales. Santa, in the mean time, had settled down in one corner, his back against a few straw bales, and pulled a teapot from his coat pocket, followed by a tea cup, a box of crackers, a half gallon of milk, a glass (for his milk), a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a small, lit bonfire to heat his tea.
Stunned, we watched all this literally unfold before our eyes. "Well, there's my reindeer," Santa pointed. "You've come to give service to my team."
I numbly moved towards the impatiently stamping deer. Sis shuddered as I left her side, but then fixed Santa with her most seductive look, sending a shiver down my back. She strutted sexily towards the old man, fingering at the top of her red halter, pulling it slightly away from her skin to expose more of her cleavage.
Santa laughed, "No, no."
Sis looked at him doubtfully, pulling the old pouty lip look, "I thought you and I would... you know..." she ran her fingers down her front sensuously, "Your letter hinted that you'd need a.... pick me up..."
Santa let out a deep laugh, "Melissa, I'm an old man. I get one night of the year away from the wife and I'm more than thankful for the rest. Go help your brother with the deer and don't worry about that right now."
Sis's shoulders slumped, "Uh, ok." Confused, she wandered over to help me. I was petting the back of one of the deer, a large male, who was peering back at me with one big black eye. Golden letters on his red leather harness read "Dasher". So did the gold collar around his neck.
Together, Sis and I found several brushes for grooming the animals lying in a long, low box the front footboard of the sleigh and after a short time, we figured out how to unhook their harnesses and free the deer from the yoke. Soon, eight reindeer roamed loose in the barn with us. For a while, I was tempted to ask about Rudolph but then decided against it; eight flying reindeer were more than enough for us to handle.
Sis started grooming Vixen's coat but Vixen wandered away after a short while, disinterested. Her head down, Vixen pulled lightly at an exposed hay bale in the back of the "stage area" while another reindeer took her place under Sis's brush. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the fact that there was only one female deer in the group. Pursuant to that, the thought, ‘She must be tired if she were the only female around during rutting season,’ trotted lightly between my ears.
Dasher seemed to have taken an interest in me and constantly demanded my attention, nuzzling my hand around his coat as I brushed his fur. Front haunches, down his front legs, up to his neck and shoulders, and around to the other side. Sis was doing the same for her deer but I couldn't see who it was that had her attention. But I soon realized the deer had her FULL attention. Seemed there was nothing else in the world for my sister...
She had finished with his front half and was moving to brush at his flanks. Her gaze fell a bit lower though and at first I didn't see what had caught her interest. Slowly and steadily as she worked, a pink finger was growing from the black tip of her deer's dangling furry sheath. And slowly, steadily, her brush worked lower and lower.
I felt strange looking at my sister. She was obviously lusting after the animal's cock but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her to break her fascination. I did the only thing I could really seem to do. I focused on brushing Dasher. And listened to my heart pound in my chest. The tension in the air thickened, feeling like when I’d caught Sis at the party…
A few moments later, a weird sound made me look up from Dasher's flank. The sight sent a shiver of shock down my spine. My sister had abandoned the brush and was now sitting under her deer, licking lustily at his cock. The member steadily grew out of the end of his furred sack, a large rounded tip, followed by a narrowing shaft, a shaft which lengthened with each of her long, slurping licks, first the length of a finger, then the length of a man's cock, then a foot-long rod of meat. Sis swallowed the tip, taking as much into her mouth as she could, even as the lightly snorting deer's cock reached a foot and a half in length. Acting like she couldn't get enough, she bobbed on him for a few thrusts then took him deeper, ruthlessly forcing his meat down her throat. When she needed a breath, she pulled off him, suckling and cleaning her spittle off his shaft as she came off it, working at his rod.
She sighed lustily, then licked down the three feet of hot venison and, reaching his sheath, didn't stop there but probed deeply under the skin with her tongue. Beads of precum formed at the deer's tip, trickling down onto her head, leaving lines of fluid webbing through her brown hair. And still the penis grew harder and longer until it was as long as my forearm, fingertip to elbow. And then, when she couldn't get him any harder, she spun around, presenting her rear to him.
A quick glance around Dasher's flank showed me that the old man had decided to take a siesta and his red, fur-trimmed cap had slipped low over his eyes as he snored softly to himself.
Sis wasted no time in tugging aside her panties, reaching her other hand back to guide the deer's bulbous cockhead, hungrily placing it under her red skirt. ‘Oh, that's going to hurt,’ I thought to myself, but the thought was followed by my sister's lusty voice whispering to herself, "This is going to feel sooooo good."
Her animal's cockhead slipped between her wet lips easily and for a moment Sis rubbed his meat up and down her valley before setting the tip of his rod against her entrance. The deer gave the slightest push and suddenly the bulb vanished inside her shivering body. Sis's eyes closed and her back arched, her jutting breasts thrust out and straining against her velvet vest, her hands clenched in the brown fabric, knees spread wide and ass high in the air, joining her to her beast. She stretched her neck out and let out a feral laugh of pleasure.
Sis moaned, eyes still closed, smiling, as the deer pushed himself as far inside as her body would allow before drawing himself out slightly. Sis shook in her preorgasmic heat, seemed to paw at the air with her right hand. She arched her butt back further to follow her lover's retreating cock. For a second, I thought I was seeing things but when I did a double take, I noticed her fingers had darkened. Now that I was focusing on her hands, I could see the tips of her fingers turning black, her one hand supporting her body, the other lifted slightly as though she were in mid-step. The blackness grew rather quickly, spreading from her fingertips up the full length of her fingers.
Her deer thrust back into her body, not quickly but powerfully, forcefully shoving Sis's body forward, sinking his shaft a little deeper into her receptive body. She gasped, jamming her raised hand down into the blanket to push herself further back into the impaling shaft. Although the deer's cock was already as far as it could go into her body, it crept slowly deeper into her body.
Sis sighed as her lover pulled back out again, sliding his cock out of her vagina to prepare for another powerful, womb-stretching thrust. Sis's bottom followed his withdraw, aching for him, her hand raised slightly off the brown blanket flooring of the stage, ready to jam it back down instantly to resist her lover's drive.
I watched as she clenched her fist in midair, her blackened fingers bending orgasmicly into an ecstatic ball. Shuddering as she felt her lover's body preparing for another thrust, she pawed at the air, her fist opening only slightly, her fingers unable to straighten. Her fingers still clenched together, she slammed her palm down into the hay-covered blankets as her deer forced himself further still into her body, again letting her insides stretch achingly in an attempt to engulf more of his length.
Sis's gasps and moans were met by another sound. A quick glance over Dasher’s shoulder told me that Vixen had also found herself mounted by a male member of the sleigh team. Vixen bellowed lightly, almost bored, as the male penetrated her and looked back at him with a glance that seemed to say, "Well, ok, I suppose you can mate with me… But couldn't you have waited?"
Sis shook her head, light tears streaking her makeup down her cheeks as she stared blindly ahead. Her ponytail flagged around her shoulders as she yelped, her lover thrusting into her again, entering her womb even deeper. She stretched her neck out, arching her back further, raising her rear higher to meet his member as it grudgingly battered its way into her body. Her neck seemed longer to me and for the first time, I noticed a white bump (at first I thought it was a zit) growing from her temple just under the line where her hair started. I was shocked as it seemed to pulse and grow, seemingly in time with each gasping breath she took. My eyes never leaving the blemish, her animal backed out of her slightly, wagging his tail as he prepared for another forward drive. The pulsing zit paused, shrinking a bit. The deer cannoned into Sis, making her cry out in pleasure, the cock powering deeper into her. The bulge in her temple surged with the deer's push and I could now see its pulsing motion, budding larger from my sister's head, every pulsing growth exactly matching each throb of the animal cock inside her body.
Her ear seemed to pulse in time to the reindeer's member too, growing larger, longer, the tip narrowing to a point, slowly in time with her lover's beat. For the first time, I noticed a light, whitish down sprouting from her ear tip, and further down, a similar patch of white blooming at the base of her outstretched, now too-long neck. A patch of dark, muddy brown proliferated on her rump, something I'd passed off as a bit of dirt flecked off from her lover's pelt, but I realized was now...
"Fur," I whispered. "She's turning into a reindeer..."
“And really, really enjoying it,” I thought aloud as she squealed for her animal again. I shuddered, feeling a bit hot myself.
But, now that the beast's cock was buried more than half way into Sis's hungry sex, the changes took place much faster. Sis's breathing and moaning became rapid and wild, her shuddering, preorgasmic bliss turning from random tremors to a nearly continuous quaking. She raised her front half to push her shoulders and spine up against her deer's fur to feel his muscles against her body, her arms now longer, stretched out like her neck had become. She raised her hand again to reposition herself and I could see the fingers had fused together, her index finger and middle finger together to form one toe of her new cloven hoof, her ring finger and pinky to form the other. Her thumb had shrunken to form a small black nub drowning in the mud-brown fur that had started to color her wrists.
Sis stretched her neck out again, her neck extending further and thickening slightly as it added muscle, crying out her next moan of pleasure, her lightly browned, pointed ears flicking back as her green eyes rolled with pleasure. The red ribbon around her neck strained with the new growth. The little ivory nubs growing from her temples throbbed, lengthening into a pair of blunted twigs from both sides of her head, rhythmically sprouting from her body with each new entry of the animal's cock. I realized her torso had also stretched, her insides forced to accommodate the intruding reindeer penis had also added several inches of length to her waist. The thin red shirt she wore slid up her body so that a full hand span of her stomach was bare skin, aside from the light brown coating of fur that had started to appear along her back and the dirty white fuzz erupting along her stomach. The red felt vest stretched as my sister's fur bloomed.
Melissa's hind end dropped slightly as the deer drew back for his next thrust, lifting as his shaft pressed into her again, riding his slick rail up and down, back and forth, the fur on her flank thickening as he pounded into her, growing and spreading across her fair skin in slow, rhythmic spurts as his piston blasted into my sister. Her furred legs thickened in time with his thrusts, her muscles changing and expanding as her thighs slowly remolded themselves into haunches, appearing more and more like her lover's rear legs the closer his dangling balls got to her newly white-furred sex.
And then the moment came, the full length of venison battering its way victoriously into my sister's innermost sanctum, the last inch of pink flesh buried into her body and fur met fur. For a few moments, I couldn't hear anything but the blood pounding in my ears, the dull beating of his ball sack against my sister's haunches and her occasional whimpers and moans of pleasure.
Time froze. Sis's large, now-brown eyes grew wide, her mouth open and breathless. The deer froze, his cock driven as deeply into Melissa as he could get it. His balls twitched in slow motion, once, twice, three times. I could see each spurt of cum emptying into my sister, his scrotum drawing up in slow motion as he emptied his seed into his mate.
Then Sis's bellowing scream rent the air, a noise blending the lusty orgasm of a sex-mad she-fiend and the freshly rutted call of a large grazing mammal. A light trickling of snow cascaded down from the rafters.
As though Sis's cry had freed it, time resumed. The reindeer pulled free with a wet slurping plop as my sister collapsed onto the hay bales, a small bit of thick, white cum leaking from her body, her new brown tail twitching uncontrollably from her backside. She was too blasted to move for several moments and it seemed to take all her focus just to force each whimpering breath into her lungs as she quivered helplessly there under her lover's hooves.
Comet (I could read his collar now) leaned down to lick and nuzzle lovingly at her face as she regained her breath. For few moments, she looked content to just lay there and bask in the afterglow but soon she pushed herself up on wobbling arms, found her newly-formed rear deer's legs and stood before her lover; a strange cross between an animal and human. She nuzzled him affectionately on the nose as she regained her senses.
Melissa's face still looked mostly human, the only real changes being the addition of the two 6 inch horns growing out of her temples, her long deer's ears, and the bit of brown fuzz just dusting her jaw line. Her ponytail was mussed up and the red ribbon around her neck was beginning to tear but for the most part, her upper body still looked human, aside from the thickening and lengthening of her neck and the bit of white fur tufting out between her breasts and out of her red top. Her nips were rock hard beneath that tight cloth. She either didn't notice her new body or simply didn't care.
But she saw her lover's dripping, still mostly-hard cock and licked her lips with a lusty smile. I watched as she dipped her head, careful of her new spike antlers, and, dropping to all-fours, started nibbling her mate's cum-slicked pole, pulling the dripping end into her mouth to suckle on him.
She didn't notice another reindeer approaching her from behind and moaned lustily for more cock as he mounted her, her mouth muffled by Comet's penis, as this new breeder started thrusting his hips, his cock tip still not peeking far out of his sheath.
I was hot, pushing my chest into Dasher's flank, my left hand idly brushing the fur at the base of his neck. With a start, I realized my right hand was unconsciously stroking the base of his sheath, massaging his member under the furred skin, his balls pressing against my hand each time I stroked. Oddly, I felt very comfortable in this position.
But I was hot, my breathing was quick and shallow and, for some reason, my own nipples felt hard as they pressed through my shirt's green felt into Dasher's fur. I slid a strand of sweaty blond hair out of my eyes with my left hand, my right hand still fiddling with Dasher's cock, and pulled away from his side slightly to relieve the tightness I felt in my chest. Looking down, I saw two mounds of green felt still rubbing into his fur. At first, I thought it was static cling but as I tugged the top of my shirt open, I saw two small, pointed mountains of skin pushing my shirt out.
I felt a twinge of excitement bolt down my spine and suddenly I could feel my little nipples tingle and twitch as they hardened. I looked up at Dasher to see him looking expectantly back at me. Almost idly, I brushed a lock of my lengthening hair from my face, curling it behind my ear as I'd seen my sister do countless times. I shifted my feet, wondering just how loose my shorts were, just how empty they had already become.
Sis grunted happily as her new male found his mark, her tail flagging in the air under his belly as he succeeded in mounting her, sliding his long pole to refill her already-semen filled womb. Brown fur blossomed on Sis's skin with each of his thrusts, spreading like wildfire over her elbows, up her sides and down her cheeks. She continued to suckle on Comet, her mouth and lips lengthening to swallow more of his love, her jaw stretching so she could open her mouth wider; her tongue lashing out further with each suckling stroke to lap greedily at his shaft.
For a moment, I thought I saw her nose glow red as she pushed her hungry, still-developing muzzle further down Comet's slick pole, but it was just a trick of the light. Her torn red ribbon fluttered to the blanketed floor.
My breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as I forced myself to look into Dasher's eyes, "You're...." I squirmed, "going to do that to me too, aren't you?" Oh man, was I simply asking a question, or was I pleading with him to screw my brains out. At this point, I couldn't really tell.
Dasher snorted, pawing at the brown blanket and nodded his great head twice.
Knees weak, I simply slid down his side to sit under him, my hand still fiddling with his cock. I didn't bother thinking. I didn't delay. I leaned my head back and kissed his cock, taking in his scent. I was already lost, my blood boiling as I started licking at the black, moist tip of his musky sheath. Slowly, I nibbled my way down his fur-covered rod, burying my nose in his fur, feeling his pole slowly harden between my caressing teeth. I licked at his scrotum, fondling his huge balls with my gentle fingertips and moaning delightedly as I nuzzled his maleness.
Unconsciously, my free left hand rose to my newly budding breasts, slipping deftly under my green felt shirt, cupping my burning flesh. At first, my mounds felt like half-filled water balloons as I squeezed them in my palm, my small, still male nipples attempting vainly to rise to the occasion, to make a good impression. I wiggled my hips in delight as my nips began to send small sparks of lust down my spine, somehow connecting to the growing tingling heat between my legs. My shorts felt very loose as their crotch-contents emptied and yet still very confining as the thin fabric stretched across my hips.
My tongue began to work its way back up to the tip of Dasher's shaft, a pink finger sprouting from the tip attracting my attention. My eyes closed as I licked a long line up his furry shaft, and I sighed in delight as I slid over his smooth, hot flesh. My right hand cupped his heavy, full balls, my left hand barely registering the sudden swell in my breasts as I took my lover's flesh between my hungry, virgin lips. I purred as my tongue flicked and twirled around the deer's bulbous cockhead, tasting his salty juices.
Indulgently, I suckled him further into my mouth, caressing his member with long strokes of hand and tongue, feeling his maleness growing as I moved down his length. My nose and lips pressed against his sheath, I sent my tongue questing into his opening, worming my way inside his body. Dasher's quiet snorts and tiny, uncontrollable thrusts sent shivers through my body, my heart quavering in excitement as my own heat began to harmonize with his.
Without a thought, my left hand wandered down to slip under the band of my shorts, searching for an answer to the question my body was desperately burning to know. My fingers found a cock still there, a tiny little finger straining against the green felt. With each small twitch of Dasher's penis in my mouth, my own dick seemed to diminish even further; my masculinity was not long for this world, no match for the testosterone-filled beast standing above me, or the maleness I suckled in my mouth. My heart raced, I knew instinctively that I'd be ready to receive Dasher when he was ready to give me what my body so burningly demanded. I pulled my hand out of my pants; there were other, more interesting things to play touchy-feely with.
I pushed my lips into the tip of his sheath, sucking harder on the rod as I pulled back, drawing my lover's penis out, stiffening him, one mouthful at a time, until I felt the tip of his rod touch the back of my throat. Unsure if I could handle deep-throating like my pro sister could, I sadly pulled back from his sheath as his massive member continued to emerge. I paid careful attention to the tip of his cock with my tongue, tasting dabs of his musky precum as they dripped from his hot pink rod and lightly worked my hands on what flesh I could not swallow, one hand stroking the base of his cock through his furred sheath, the other clutched around his meat just outside of my mouth so he wouldn't choke me with his overenthusiastic thrusts.
I shifted my body further under him, my knees spread wide on the hay bales, positioning me directly below his mass, my arms propping me up, pushing my head up into his stomach as I started bobbing my head up and down over the bulbous head of his cock. Ahh, giving my first blowjob. The way my body burned, I was certain it wouldn't be the last BJ I'd give. Distracted by a loose blond hair, I brushed my increasingly wild tresses back behind my ears and resettled myself, greedily allowing myself to pull my lover a bit further into my mouth. My crotch rhythmically skimmed the brown blanket as I rocked back and forth in time with my relentless cocksucking, each gentle caress between my legs causing my body to thrum louder, my heart to beat a little faster, my breathing grow a little harsher.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sis look over at me, her attention slightly diverted from her own ecstasy by the animated slurping sounds I was making while servicing Dasher's rod. I was sure she could see the blond lengths of my hair; I could feel them swaying in time with my body, the ends brushing my shoulders and neck. My outstretched arms bracing my body pushed my breasts together, my new mounds thrust out in a brazen display of sexuality and lust, my cleavage baring much flesh and straining my shirt's tight green felt. My hands clutched the brown blanket between my widespread knees as I mindlessly humped my changing sex against the stage floor, purring as my I pleased my lover.
I felt much too content sitting there under him, letting Dasher feed me as much of his meat and precum as he wanted too. Time passed too quickly and soon I found myself sucking on his fully erect shaft, my right hand caressing his furry apples, my left slicked with his juices as it stroked up and down his shaft. And then, the moment I'd been waiting for came. My lover snorted above me and I felt his scrotum jerk, his balls clenching up in my hands. I felt his fire hose thicken in my hand as his seed geysered down his length, bursting out the tip of his cock, jetting into my waiting mouth. I felt him clench again and again, each time rewarding me with a gush into my face, hot white spurts blasting my mouth to overflowing, leaving me to swallow as much as I could, letting the rest of his semen to dribble down my front to slide between my breasts.
Lovingly, I began to clean my lover's cock, thanking him appreciatively for his gift.
Loud grunts distracted me from my duties and I turned to watch as Sis bellowed an ecstatic cry, her face and muddy brown hair covered in ropes of deer cum. Her mate love-nipped her outstretched, furry neck, his front legs clenched around her, holding her altered body tightly to his as he sent two short, deep thrusts into her body. She cried out a second time, her brown eyes rolling in orgasm as she received another large delivery of spunk into her womb, his seed gushing out of her abused sex and down her quivering thighs.
For a moment, the two lovers froze in that position, resting, slight after quakes from the mating breaking the stillness and then, satisfied, the male dismounted. Sis breathed hard as she stood there, tail flagging and body well-used, her lust sated for the moment, her fur wet with seed and her insides full of it. Vixen, on the other side of the stage, rather disinterestedly prepared to take another mount, snorting as her mate settled his front hooves around her shoulders, his still-soft penis just beginning to peak out of his sheath, rubbing against her waiting sex.
Sis stood up on her hind legs, like a full human would, wobbling drunkenly on her feet. She looked over to see me delightedly licking a small bead of cum from Dasher's cock and scooping up strands of his ejaculate from my cheeks and the end of my nose into my greedy mouth. Her red top had been ripped, the seams having stretched across her growing barrel until a few of the buttons had popped off, several small rents running down the front, ripping much of her cleavage free, baring her shoulders. Just enough of the fabric remained to cover her furred breasts, though several small rips had also appeared in the side seams, exposing much of the fur now covering her sides. The red felt skirt, loose at the white fur-trimmed bottom hem, had ripped across the tight waist band and was now just hanging there, held up by the black leather belt. Sis's tail flagged tiredly behind her, lifting the back of her torn skirt high enough to show her white-furred rump and her abused sex. Reindeer cum trickled down her animalian thighs.
Sis reached up with her hooves, trying to get a grip on the hem of her top. She still had some flexibility in her hands and wrist, but the red felt kept slipping through the tough, brown nail of her cloven hoof. She managed to pull the top down a bit, sliding it further off of her shoulders, but couldn't get the material to go any further, it was too tight against her new body.
Her large, brown eyes pleaded me to help her. "Hold on a second, Sis," I crawled out from under Dasher and stood to help her.
She angled her long neck and muzzle, carefully moving the spreading branches of her antlers away from my face, bracing herself as I grabbed what once had been the collar of her top. With a quick yank and a loud rip, the material tore away from her body, causing her exposed fur-covered breasts to jiggle, her once light brown nips now long, pink animalian teats.
She sucked in her stomach as much as she could as I fiddled with the tight black leather belt. Finally I was able to pull the clasp and let it fall free. Her loose, torn skirt hung dejectedly on her upraised tail. "Oh, thanks, that's much better," Sis sighed.
"You having fun?" she asked, swaying her altered hips, shoving the skirt down over her thighs with her hooves so that the red felt puddled at her feet. Her voice sounded somewhat deeper and a little gravelly, like she'd yelled too much and had made her throat sore.
"Heh, not as much as you're having...." I eyed her naked, half-doe form. She eyed my newly feminine form back.
"But you WILL be," she laughed. "You know, you make a pretty cute girl," she added thoughtfully, reaching up a black hoof to flick at a lock of my hair dangling behind my right ear.
I couldn't help the blush that came to my cheeks. "You make a good doe," I smiled at her, "An eight-point doe," I added with a giggle, commenting on her beautiful five feet wide antler rack. "Do you think..." A shudder ran delightfully down my back at the thought, "I'll be turned into a doe-girl like you?" Of all the desires of the moment, the one standing foremost in my thoughts was giving myself fully to Dasher, letting him do what he wanted to me, and having him ram the full length of his cock into my shivering body, feeling his thick seed fill me up.
Sis's long muzzle smiled back at me, her soft black nose twitching, "Of course, you're already starting to smell like a doe."
My heart raced, "I am?" I whimpered.
Sis nodded, and settled back down onto all four hooves, waving her tail in the air to signal to the waiting males. "I think Dasher there wants to be your first," she smiled again, "The one who gives you your tail," she flicked her ear towards my waiting stallion.
"Ooooh, he can have me..." I whispered, gazing longingly at him. I rested a hand on Sis's shoulders, slapping her rump gently as she trotted towards one of the interested sleigh animals, turning her rear towards him, urging him to mount her. She didn't have long to wait. The males were only too eager.
Sis turned to look at me as her new mate rubbed his growing penis against her cum-soaked thighs, "Well, get to it then," she encouraged, panting. She cried out in lust as her newest lover connected with her, sliding his thick prick into her waiting body.
As hot and ready as I was, I hesitated, gazing at my waiting lover. Somewhere deep down inside, a nervous voice whimpered to me that I was still a boy… and a virgin… and... I took a deep breath, knowing I'd need to make myself ready for him, that mating with him was unavoidable. I knew what I wanted to do, and... And I knew HOW I wanted to lose my virginity to this wonderful animal.
I moved nervously over towards a raised section of the stage where a small number of hay bales raised the brown blanket, forming a platform, almost the size of the mattress in my bedroom. My hands shaking, I pulled my shorts off, tearing them in my haste. I looked down, not knowing what to expect. My cock was gone but I wasn't sad at the loss. My crotch wasn't smooth like my clean-shaven sister but it wasn't bushy like I'd seen in some magazines. I had just a bit of light fuzz, light blond in color, like peach down. The skin felt smooth and warm to my touch, firm but soft. I was surprised to see that I didn't have a love mound, the small little hills that my sister had and I'd seen on most of the nude pictures I'd looked at. All I had was my bit of peach fuzz and light pink crack, just like a young girl's. My fingers touched the skin and I was startled at how warm and soft it was. I cupped my new sex and felt my middle finger being slowly damped as it sank guiltily into the flesh. Slowly, I curled the tip of my middle finger, letting the tip explore my new depths.
My left hand moved on its own to cup my right breast. My chest was small but firm, the mound fitting comfortably in my hand, my pencil eraser-sized nipple poking into my palm, high and pouty, sitting atop my breast's swell. They were slightly smaller than my old girlfriend's but something about their sweet smell reminded me of her. I smiled at the thought of meeting her now and having her see me, my long blond hair, one hand cupping a tit (and shuddering as the nipple sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine as it rubbed my palm), one hand fingering my new wet cunt.
I grunted as my fingertip slipped into the opening at the base of my slit, the entrance to my new womb, rubbing the very sensitive light pink skin there, sending waves of electric pleasure arching through my body. Slowly, I dragged my whole hand up my tummy, towing my finger out of the hole, across some very delicate flesh, up to find that indescribable little nub at the slit's top. I gasped with surprise at how reactive my clit was. And... I didn't think I could handle that feeling quite yet. My knees were already shaking.
I sat, fully naked, on the edge of that platform, that little bed, and beckoned Dasher to me. As he neared, he dipped his muzzle into my crotch, forcing my thighs apart as he pushed his nose into my new sex. His long tongue darted out, tasting, lapping at me, sending pulses of heat and electricity through my body, making little screams of pleasure erupt from my throat. I collapsed back onto the carpet, squealing as his questing tongue delved deeply into my body.
I forced myself to reach down to grab his antlers and pull his head up out of my crotch. I drew him forward until his fore hooves strattled either side of my shoulders, his back legs bracing his weight against the floor, the tip of his cock just out of my hungry pussy's reach. Hesitantly, he nudged forward, nearly making me shriek as the tip of his cock drove into my new slit and slid up the valley and over my new, very sensitive clit. Shaking, I guided his rod back down, his cock head spreading my new valley as he went, sinking lower and lower, until the tip rested against the opening.
With a small snort and the tiniest twitch, he entered me, forcing my womb to open to his rod. To me, the world turned upside down and I think I screamed, screamed out my lover's name. Then I could feel him inside me, his cock pulsing, his breathing above me, his scent all around me, and the beating of his heart in my ears. It was all part of me. He had become part of me.
My eyes kept wanting to cross. I reached up his sides to hold him, clutching his fur in my fingers. My thighs spread wider, my knees high and rubbing against his softly furred barrel, as he nudged further into my body, filling me, stretching my insides, his pulsing cockhead coming to rest against a wall deep inside my body. I shuddered as I felt him within me, the tip of his penis sliding up and down that internal barrier with each of his breaths, sending those wonderful micro-tremmors through my body, those wonderful, tiny preorgasms that I would come to love.
And then I felt him push in further, felt his pulsing rod delve deeper, powering against my unyielding organs. Inside my body, a battle waged between the immovable object and the irresistible force, and achingly reluctantly, the immovable started to lose ground. I arched my back, crying in lust, my head rocking left and right uncontrollably, my hair flung out over the brown blanket. The pulsing of his cock, the rhythm of his heartbeat, echoed throughout my quivering body.
I raised my legs around Dasher's body, encircling him, holding him to me as I panted and cried. Even the smallest bit of him drawing out of me felt like it had opened an emptiness, a cold void, that ached to be refilled, and then my lover plunged in, refilling me, making me whole once again, shaping and stretching my body to accept more of his love, forcing back the barriers of my humanity, one small step at a time.
And inside, I burned, I yearned, I cried for more. I felt each drop of his precum as it swirled inside me, each tiny quiver of his shaft and every bump on his invading member as it became part of my own body. I raised myself to hang from him, pressing my wild kisses into his chest fur, forcing my burning nipples against him, accepting another thrust of his member into my womb, feeling my body grudgingly devour another inch of his flesh.
I could see my hands, still entwined in his fur, my fingertips turning black. I felt them pulse with each of my lover's pulses, my blood beating in them in harmony with my lover's heartbeat. With each of his thrusts, the darkness in my fingers spread and wisps of brown fur began to sprout about my wrists. I clutched at him as my fingers numbed, my fingers feeling thick, cramping as they turned darker, until I was forced to release him, letting my body slide back down to rest on the hay bales. 
For a moment, the world seemed to pause, my lover's cock delving, pressing more deeply into my body. I clenched my blackened fists as I lay beneath him, my back braced deep into the hay bales. I felt a small spasm inside my womb, a slight, earthshaking expansion of my lover's probe and then moaned as a spurt of his hot, thick precum spread inside my belly. My eyes rolled as I moaned, my back arched so my nipples could rub into his fur and press into his chest in appreciation of his gift to me. As he drew back, I gasped, feeling again the unwanted emptiness he left behind.
I looked up at my blackened hands, my fists hugged tightly into the sides of my deer, the brown fur growing along my arms blending in with his pelt. I pulled my right hand away from his body and relaxed my cramped muscles, forcing my hand to open. Achingly, my hand opened and spread slightly, my black fingers still clenched into a ball. I smiled up at what would be my new hooves, wiggling my still-fusing first and middle fingers and my new fully-joined pinky and ring finger as I felt my new nails slowly hardening, becoming the two toes of a reindeer's cloven hoof. My thumb twitched a little under the brown fur high on my wrist, the small, black nub nearly disappearing into the growing forest of change.
With what little flexibility that remained, I held him tightly again, grasping feebly at his sides with my stiffened hoof-fingers. I could feel my toes clenched and blackening, turning into hooves, as my legs circled around his body, and knew that soon I might not be able to hold myself against him, pressing my body into his, my changing ass hanging in the air, clasping him to me as I begged for more of his rod. Soon enough, I'd have to let him do the mounting, the thrusting, as I held him atop me on my own four legs.
Oooh! That thought made me quiver in anticipation.
I raised my head to glance down at his glands as he domineered his way deeper still into me, his shaft halfway consumed by my flesh. My hair brushed against his chest and I felt two little points on both sides of my head tangling in his fur. I realized that two budding antlers had sprouted from my temples. I felt another quake in the heat inside my body as he released another spurt of precum. I could feel my pointed ears flatten automatically in reflex against the sides of my head. It wouldn't be long now, I shuddered, not long until I would feel his entire length inside me and then... I gasped as he pulled back, readying another drive into me. I pushed my back deeper into the brown blanket, setting myself to push against his thrust.
I couldn't help but screech as he dove forward, a little deeper still, into his new mate. Helpless to his pleasures, I thrashed my head right and left, pressing my lengthening ears into the bales beneath us. I could hear his heartbeat now, even as I could feel it under my lengthening arms as they hugged his chest, I could feel it inside me, I could feel it filling me. I could feel something rip and give way as my head thrashed and felt something dragging on the side of my head, impaled on my right antler.
From somewhere in the distance, I heard an animal's orgasmic scream. I couldn't tell who it was but the lusty cry sent shivers of desire down my spine, my own body sympathizing, echoing her sexual release. Gasping, I stared, mesmerized by my lover's cock as it disappeared, inch by crawling inch, into my waiting lips. I panted in time with his snorting breaths, cried out at his lusty bellows, encouraging him as my body moved with his. My crotch took a lighter hue as my peach-downed womanhood sprouted light white fur from my sweat-covered skin. More white fur began to mix with his dark brown pelt as my thighs began to change, my muscles thickening into a more animalian configuration, my own coat spreading across my skin, light colored on the inside of my thighs and up my stomach, reddish-brown consuming the skin on my sides and rump.
Inch by inch of Dasher's cock disappeared into my body. I could feel the pulsing rod slide through my lips, rubbing delightfully at the entrance as I rode his shaft, his bulbous head pressing deeply into me. When he pushed, it was like I could feel his member so deeply inside that they seemed to be pressing against my lungs, forcing my breath out as he delved further into me, creating a longer passageway for his love. I knew his thick cockhead wasn't truly pressing against my lungs though; my own torso had stretched, even as my innards had stretched to accommodate his length. My shoulders hadn't moved from where they were braced against the bales but my hips had slowly worked their way down his shaft, stretching out my body, my whole being desiring to feel his dangling apples slap against my rump.
And then I felt the first brush of his fur against mine, his balls swaying to meet my rump. I cried out, arching my back high, my antlers pressing deeply into the blanket under me, my breasts thrusting against his fur, knowing our goal was near. My nipples tightened painfully, achingly reaching up to press into my lover's chest, swelling high on the mounds of my breasts to reach him.
Stunned, I quivered, whimpering as the first strong slap of his balls struck my rear. He was in me, fully, completely. I could feel his furry sheath against my own furred lips, the tip of his cock pressing against the innermost wall of my womb, his whole length thrumming inside me, his balls pressed against my body, his fur tickling the little brown bud of my asshole, to rest against the base of my newly grown tail as it twitched in the air in anticipation.
I froze, silent, as he drew back, readying his first real mating thrust. Deep inside us both, something hot was burning, something that was about to erupt. Comet's balls ached, painfully full of seed and I could feel his need burning inside him as though it was my own pain, the need to plant that seed deep inside my fertile valley. But inside me, the burning was different, an ache deep inside my belly, deep in my gut, the burning need to feel his seed quench the fires within, the crying of my body as it hungered for a drought to end and rain to come.
Time stopped for me as I watched him mate with me as he should mate with any other deer, quickly, ferally thrusting in and out of his lover's body. I watched as though I was outside, looking on as my lover savaged me.
And then, the world ended.
When I could breathe again, my first ragged gasps echoed around a barn that had fallen silent as it watched us. My ears pulsed with the beating of my hot blood and the scream that still rang in my head and through my body. I could feel Comet twitching tiredly inside me, his balls still clenching as the aftershocks of his orgasm cascaded through his body, small spurts of the last of his cum overflowing my womb. I felt full, his burning cum filling me, quenching my own flames. I knew, somewhere deep down inside me, that his seed had found my newly formed eggs, enveloping them in their flood and that his semen would do the job they were meant to do. And, for some reason, I knew that I could never go back to being a man again.
Never wanted to. Never wanted to.
Comet snorted above me and drew himself out of me with a long slurping sound. I gasped as I emptied, my womb deflating, the seed I was so hungry to get oozing around inside, sending some loose plops to puddle on the brown carpet between my furred thighs. Reeling, I sat up, one hard hoof to the side of my head to stop the vertigo of light-headedness.
Sis smiled widely at me, her smile looking almost ear-to-ear as she showed all the teeth in her long, slim muzzle. She sat down on her haunches, like a dog sits, stray drops of seed dripping from her thighs and she clapped her fore hooves together, making a click-click sound. The other reindeer snorted, thumping the bales of hay with their fore hooves. It was applause.
"So, how was your first time," Sis asked, trotting over to stand by me. She looked a little sore from her recent exercise.
I babbled incoherently for a few seconds, my head still filled with the aftershocks of my heavenly orgasm. I felt complaints from muscles that I didn't know I had, felt stretched, malformed. I was chaffed between my legs, the skin there burned from all of the rubbing. My angry dark pink teats speared through the white fur covering my breasts, still achingly hard and hot. Slime filled my insides and trickled slowly out of my crotch and oozed down my thighs.
"Great," I moaned softly, my eyes threatening to cross from the pure bliss.
Melissa laughed and trotted back over to another interested male.
I rested a few moments, sitting and petting my lover's flank, feeling the love well inside my chest at his prowess and his handsome body. I felt pride in him, that I could take him, the love we'd shared. I felt small in this world, as I leaned against him, allowing myself to feel all those wonderful sensations that are drawn out of a woman after good lovemaking.
But, there were other males waiting, and that heat deep within sparked up another small flame. I knew my job wasn't over with quite yet.
I stood, a bit wobbly on my changed legs. I could feel the two “toes” on my hooves spread wide, helping me balance my new form. It was an oddly comforting feeling, very stable, even though it was a bit like standing atop two pillars, or what I imagined wearing high heels would feel like. I shifted my feet, noticing that I couldn’t feel the blanket I stood on through my cloven hooves, but somehow, I could feel the fabric bunch up between my hoof toes as they reflexively clenched together again, adjusting themselves automatically to my new stance.
It felt weird standing up after so long a time lying on my back. I shifted my new feet a little more, enjoying feeling the strangely configured muscles in my doe-thighs flex smoothly under my fine coat of fur. I lifted my right leg, feeling the strength of my new form. Never before had I felt this kind of shear power in my legs, or actually realized the physics of pushing my body away from the ground. Setting my hoof back down, I bent my knees a little, amazed at the smooth, unconscious movements as my body responded, the flow and shift of my muscles as they played in my thighs and legs. I sank until my ankles, almost two feet off the ground, pressed against the tight curve of my rump. Slowly, I raised myself up again, feeling the animal strength in my new muscles.
Behind me, I could feel my small tail flutter in the air, my tail low between my legs, the long white underfur brushing against my buttocks as it twitched between my cheeks. Soon enough, it would raise itself again in anticipation of another mating. A cool breeze against my butt, and I giggled as my tail flagged high, unconsciously responding to my thoughts. 
I closed my eyes, a small smile of joy on my lips, tipping my head back a bit, my ears flattening against the sides of my head, clenching my butt. Slowly, I imagined my body, running my mind’s eye over every inch of my new flesh. I could feel the new muscles respond to my thought’s feathery touches, and soon I could feel my tail wag slowly left and right, feeling it caress each of my white furred cheeks in passing.
I sighed contentedly and, opening my eyes, cast my eyes down at my altered body. I raised my new hooves to look at them, feeling my new-grown antlers swish through the air with each turn with my head. I tried to flex my fingers, but all I could achieve was a slight movement as my fore-toes splayed and closed, what remained of my hands felt numb under the black/brownish nails I’d grown. High on my fore-ankles, the black nubs that had been my thumbs wobbled weakly in their sea of brown fur.
I dropped my gaze to my new chest, watching as my breasts rose and fell with each breath. Gingerly, I brushed my right hand/hoof against the full mound of my right breast, feeling the toenail stroke the supple fur covering my new feminine curves. I feathered a touch up to my stiff teat, gasping as the thick nail brushed the achingly hardened tower. I shivered as I stroked the sharp edge of my toe down the two-inch length of flesh, causing small jolts of electricity to spark under my skin and down my spine. Both of my nips tightened painfully, and even the fur on my breasts seemed charged up, begging for caress or a pair of hungry, suckling lips.
Shivering, I ran my hand/hoof down my smooth, down-covered belly. I felt bumps against my skin as my touch passed over them, bumps whose nature I instinctively knew. Cautiously, I stroked against my belly, feeling my doe teats tighten, harden, responding to my touch as I counted out the four other sources of milk my fauns would be able to suckle from.
Ohhh, I moaned. I liked that thought… My body shuddered, my tail quivering in the air above my rounded ass.
Dasher nuzzled my doe-ish hip lovingly. I gazed at my satisfied lover, sighing, "Oh Dasher, look what you've done to me." I raised my hooves futilely to him, smiling happily, then fell forward easily onto all fours.
Another male sniffed the air behind me, approaching me with his interest becoming apparent. Dasher's still erect rod beckoned me; I ducked my head and took his member back into my mouth, tasting our love juices. The new male mounted me easily, his growing cock quickly finding its way into my sex.
With each thrust, I was able to swallow Comet's venison deeper, my mouth stretching into a muzzle as I enjoyed being reamed out again. Each wonderfully filling drive into my body caused my eyes to try to cross, each throb of meat inside my womb forcing my nose to grow, my mouth to lengthen. I could feel my sister’s eyes on my changing body, as, like her before me, I slowly lost my humanity. I knew she could see my brown doe-eyes focused on Dasher’s penis and with each thrust of the male inside my womb, we could both see my muzzle lengthening, my hungry tongue lashing out further and further to suckle his venison.
My nose flattened before my eyes, the skin blackening as I felt the brown fur sweep up my cheeks to finally cover the last bare bit of skin on my body. I grunted, knowing that my males were close, grunted knowing I was now more animal than human, grunted, knowing I was close…
Dasher’s sheath ground against my nose, his balls slapping against my throat as he thrust into my face. Somewhere, deep in the back of my mind, I was proud at myself for being able to finally deep-throat my lover. Suddenly, I could feel his shaft thicken, feeling him thicken all the way down my throat. A hot spurt churned in my stomach, a second blast, a third. Slowly, he drew himself out of me, letting me suckle him clean as he pulled away from me. His bulbous tip popped out of my mouth, bumping against my black nose and, with an after-shock clenching his scrotum, he shot a jet of thick white musky seed into my hair. A second shot hosed over the side of my face, filling my left nostril before I could catch the rest of the salty jet in my mouth.
Satisfied, Dasher shook himself and trotted away to rest. I turned to look at my sister, grinning at the creamy mess covering my new face, but Sis was busy, lost in mating. I thought that, apart from her muddy brown hair and the two, human-ish lumps of breast flesh on her chest, Sis didn’t look much different from Vixen. She was a bit smaller than the female sleigh team member, but other than that… Not much different.
Lost in thought, and in lust, I chewed for the first time since growing a muzzle, feeling my new, square teeth filling my mouth, feeling the odd way they meshed against each other inside my lips. Slowly, I savored Comet’s taste as I swirled the last bit of his seed from between my teeth with my long, thick tongue. Idly, I licked up to my nose, lapping the line of semen from my muzzle. With a light chuckle, I tapered the tip of my tongue and snaked it up to my nose, sending it in to fish Comet’s gift from my nostril.
I felt my mate speed his thrusts, feeling my own body react to his need. I cried out, knowing I didn’t look much different than Sis did right now. Knowing I wasn’t much different than a reindeer now.
The male clenched down around my barrel with his fore hooves, nipping me painfully, delightfully, in the neck with his teeth. He jabbed hard into me a few times, thrusting deep into my body, his balls slapping against my white thighs. I bellowed out as my new mate's seed filled me, gushing into my body to mix my first lover's gift. I quivered helplessly as he drew himself out of my overfilled womb, the excess seed spilling from my body to puddle between my quivering hooves.
I don't know how many times that night we both were mated, switched studs and were mated again. All I know is that Sis finished her last lover and collapsed on the floor to watch me finished up my current mate. I bellowed as he finished with me and, gasping for breath, I settled down to rest on the floor too, my ass end hoisted on my wobbly legs high in the air, my abused sex to the wind and my front half sprawled out on the bales. It was oddly comfortable.
A few restful moments later, the barn got dark and started to grow cold. "They're gone, Danny," Sis whispered sadly. I heard her fiddling around with something and then, with a click, the dull yellow beam of one of our flashlights lit a path to the ceiling, casting enough light in the barn to see. Still half-prone and exhausted, I looked around to see the red sleigh was gone from the barn bay, two runner tracks in the snow and dirt disappearing under the closed door. Reindeer tracks littered the dirt and snow, but there was no other proof that the sleigh team had even been in the barn. The brown blanket we'd been standing on had vanished and the bales where Santa had sat at showed no signs anyone had been there. None of the bales showed any signs of our recent couplings.
Melissa shivered, her breath showing in the yellow light, "It's getting cold in here."
I sighed, coaxing my sore body into sitting up, all four of my hooves braced on the bales, like a dog waiting for a treat. "We'd better think about how we're getting back home." I nodded towards Sis's discarded, shredded clothes.
Sis nodded, pawing at her useless red velvet panties. Her muzzle seemed shorter in the semi-twilight and she looked more human than she had when she'd found the flashlight. "I think you're changing back already," I pointed to her jutting nipples, hard in the cool air but very noticeable as the fur on her breasts thinned.
"I think you're right," she held up a hoof to her face and wiggled her two toes. "I think my hands are changing back."
"Put on my jacket," I pointed at my winter coat draped over a bale. It wouldn't cover her much lower than the belt line. "Put your coat on over it and you should be able to make it back to the house."
Sis shrugged the jacket on, zipping it over her bare, hairless, breasts. "What about you?" she asked as she slid into her winter trench coat.
"You get back to the house, dress warmly and then you can bring me back something to wear. I won't be able make it through the snow naked and we cant let anyone see me like this," I shrugged my shoulders.
Sis glanced around with the flashlight, looking for other clothes to wear. Before we'd started "tending the deer" she'd taken her gloves off and draped them over a beam in the barn's tractor bay. She slid them on to protect her hands from the frostbite. Her shoes were shredded, so she took mine along. She couldn't wear them yet because her legs were still shaped like a deer's but if they started to change on her way home, she could slip them on over her feet. My shoe size was only a few sizes larger than hers anyway.
She picked up my discarded shirt and flipped it around her long neck to act like a scarf. "You'll be ok here alone for a little while?" she asked nervously.
"Yea, I'll be fine. I've got a... Flashlight," I pawed at the switch with my hooves. Somehow I flicked it on. "I haven't started changing back yet." I settled back down into my "dog sitting" posture, grinning widely.
Sis looked at me giggling, "Well, you were at it for a bit longer than I was..." She reached out and grabbed me by my right antler, pulling my impaled green hat off of one of my prongs and set it on her head, bringing the edges down over top of her own disappearing antlers, and the tips of her shrinking ears.
I blushed up at her, "It felt good," I sighed, brushing back a sweat-damp lock of my hair. Strands of blond cascaded down over my shoulders, the tips falling to tickle the tops of my breasts.
Sis sighed, nodding, "Ohhh, yeah, it was gooood." She paused, focusing her gaze and flashlight beam lower. "I didn't notice Those before..."
I followed her gaze down to my breasts. Two firm melons, full D-cups, had blossomed on my chest, a small tuft of fur sprouting from the top of the deep valley of white-furred cleavage. Brown-red fur engulfed the outsides of my full mounds, surrounding my light pink, two inch-long teats, hard from the cooling barn air. They felt heavy on my chest as I watched them swell in time with my breathing. Grinning mischievously, I hugged them tighter between my forelegs, arching my back a bit to thrust them out further. "Didn't know they'd gotten so big," I said proudly.
Melissa laughed, "My little sis grew some big titties." She smiled as she turned to the loose plank we'd used to get into the barn, "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Sis’s antlers caught on the planks, but she managed to slip through the gap in the barn and out into the cold night, her hoof beats crunching the snow as she stumbled towards home. I stood, sitting human-style on the bales that had served as my bed for the taking of my virginity, feeling the love juices still oozing out of my abused vagina. The air cooled as I sat and I suspected it was because I'd started to change back into a human. I began to shiver as my fur thinned, so to keep myself warm and moving, I gathered up all the discarded clothing, picking up the torn articles with hooves that found it easier and easier to flex as the night wore on.
Melissa returned, crunching through the snow, this time baring a florescent-bulbed camping lantern, a duffle bag, and clothed in a black snowsuit, topped rather comically with the green felt hat.
"You're back to normal?" I asked, pointing at her antler less head. Her ears, nose and mouth had returned to their old shapes and sizes but I couldn't tell if she still had any deer parts under her winter gear.
"Almost," she grinned mischievously, "I still have a tail." I could hear her twitch it under her suit.
I could tell by the look on her face that she was planning something, some kind of gag, something prankish. Oh no, I thought. I was dreading what she was carrying in the duffle bag.
"Here's the clothes I brought for you to wear," she said, handing me the bag.
I sighed, too tired to put up a fuss. Yup, I was right, a gag in a bag.
I unzipped the duffel. I was surprised to find electric blue satin inside. I gasped as I pulled out her bunny suit. "You're serious?" I whimpered.
"Yup," she nodded. "You're going home wearing that."
I sighed again, nodding my submission. I shifted the contents of the bag around, looking for the nylons. I groaned in dread as I pulled a pair of black fishnets out of the bag. I'd have a hard time sliding the fishnets over my sharp hooves and hairy legs.
Sis sat beside me on the bales, and following her careful instruction, we managed to bunch up the nylons and work them over my hooves and up my furred legs to my thighs. I carefully stood in them and wiggled the tight fabric up over my hips. I gave Melissa a scolding evil eye when I realized the nylons were crotchless. I worked my tail out the hole in the back of the nylons. The smooth fabric made my legs feel almost bare, though there was a good deal of fur poking out at odd angles. 
Melissa clucked angrily at me as my hooves tore their way through the reinforced footies.
I lifted the blue bodice from the bag, and set the bottom on the floor and slowly drew it up. My wide doe-hips made it hard to slide the satin over them, but I managed to wiggle the top halfway on before it got stuck. I pulled a little harder, and cringed as I heard the fabric tear.
"You ripped it!" Sis cried, sounding falsely angry. I slid the suit back down, looking at the small vertical seam that had given away in the butt of the suit. I shrugged, and pulled it up and on anyway. It fit pretty well with the extra rear-end room, hugging my reshaped body rather tightly. Except for one area... I reached behind and pulled at the new opening in the material, sliding my hoofish fingers along the seam, then reached in to pull my tail out the back of the shiny blue fabric. Ahh, that was better.
The costume’s cottontail dropped off, falling comically into the open duffle bag at my feet. My doe tail waved freely behind me.
Turning my attention back to the front, I wiggled the suit higher, up over my stomach and ribs. Here it fit snuggly, if a little loosely, but once I settled it, I knew I'd have some real problems with my breasts. I cupped my right breast in my hand, pushing the firm mound into my chest as I pulled the top of the suit's cup up over it, trying to make my tit squeeze into the smaller cup size. Holding my breath, I managed to get it to fit, though there was an obscene amount of flesh bulging out of the suit's top. I struggled to fit my other breast in the top but I finally managed to get myself packed into the cups. The suit constricted my chest so much I had to fight to breathe but my nipples thrilled to touch the soft fabric and they stayed hard, sending electric trills down my body as the suit slid slightly over them with each breath I took. 
I stretched, and in spite of the constriction in my chest, I was actually enjoying the way the tight electric blue material felt against my skin as it moved against my body. Businesslike, Sis handed me the white cuffs, which I resignedly put on over the thinning brown fur on my wrists. Next, came the little white collar with the cute little blue bow that I forced around my thick neck.
I held out my hand, waiting for the last bit of costume. "What?"
"The ears. I know you have them too," I grunted. Sis snickered as she passed them over. I jammed the ears on my head, behind my shrinking antlers, the tiara sliding through my hair just behind my shortening doe's ears.
I stood before her, dressed in her ripped electric-blue bunny costume. A very tired part of me tried to deny the sexy feeling of the fabric as it hugged my body, while another wished to see how I looked dressed in it. But, I was fucked out and I knew it. "Did you bring me a coat?" I sighed.
Sis pulled her trench coat from the duffle bag, tumbling two electric blue high heels to the hay bale floor. I slipped into her coat, smelling her sweet scent surround me. "I might not need the shoes if we hurry back, my feet haven't started changing yet."
"They're just in case." Sis nodded. "You look..." She gazed at me in the light of the camping lantern, the coat front open to show my body encased in the tight bunny suit, lots of flesh bulging out of the top, the fabric of the crotch soaked from the leaking love juices. Sis blushed, "You look very pretty, actually."
"Thanks," I muttered sincerely.
I noticed a camera in the duffle as she replaced the high heels and closed the bag up again. I felt humbled that she didn't feel the need to preserve the occasion for future posterity. Or blackmailing.
We slid out into the night, Sis slogging on by my side as I held her coat wrapped tightly around my shivering body. A few steps out into the snow and I realized I'd have to stop soon to put her high heels on. My feet were cold enough from the snow that I couldn’t feel my toes as I crammed them into the blue leather shoes. I stumbled down the road, holding tight to Sis for balance and high-heel walking tips, the shoes click-clicking and slipping constantly on the icy surface. The wind cut around my exposed legs and whipped through my hair cruelly as we walked. But the roads were dark and lonely, and we passed through the night unnoticed.
We were both exhausted when we returned to the warmth of home. Sis started stripping down as soon as she got to her bedroom door, grabbing a light blue satin nighty from her top dresser drawer and her faded blue bathrobe off the hook on the bathroom door; she sighed into the bathroom to start a hot shower. Still crammed into her electric blue bunny outfit, I leaned against my bedroom door's frame, looking into my room. It looked like any normal boy's room, which, for some reason seemed rather uninviting to me. The high heels I wore clicked as I turned into Sis's room, my new breasts giggling, overfull in Sis's satiny cups. Idly, I picked through some of the lingerie Sis kept in her top drawer, my right hand itching at the curve of my breast where the too-tight material was starting to chafe into my skin.
"Sis?" I called over the sound of the shower, "Do you mind if I borrow one of your nighties tonight?"
"Go ahead," Melissa answered back.
I dug around while Sis showered, disinterestedly picking through her drawers and glancing tiredly through the clothes hanging in her closet.
"Your turn," Sis called. I kicked off her high heels and padded into the bathroom. Sis toweled herself dry while I shed her bunny suit, sighing in relief as my breasts were freed. The nylons had felt nice against the bare skin of my legs but I was glad to peel them off too.
For a moment, I stood there stretching, itching a bit where the suit had started to rub into my skin. Sis ran a towel through her hair, tying it up. For a moment we looked at each other, both naked. I felt pride in my new body and my sister's attractive form. There was no sexual feelings, no arousal; it was just a shared appreciation of our bodies. Melissa slipped her nighty over her head as she slipped into her room.
I glanced over at the full-length bathroom mirror. I sighed; no traces of our night’s excursion remained on either of us. We looked completely normal. 
Well, except that I was a girl, I thought as I stepped into the still-running shower.
True to my old habits, I washed my hair first and after a few moments running my fingers through my long tresses, decided to borrow some of Sis's fruit-smelling shampoo. I couldn't name the scents used but it felt good to lather the shampoo and let the water run the suds through my hair and down my back. My arms ached a bit as I rubbed Sis's soaped up sponge across them and my breasts felt full, my nipples a bit sore from all the attention they'd received, or perhaps just sore from their recent growth. I felt something uncomfortably heavy in my tummy as I stroked the sponge across it so I massaged the skin there and felt a trickle slide out of my body and down my thigh. My first thought was that I'd peed in the shower but white fluid continued to drip from my smooth lower lips. I dipped my fingers, scooping it up, my nose telling me that it was reindeer cum.
I squatted under the falling water, my knees pressed up against the opposite sides of the tub. I rubbed a bit more against my tummy, watching as cum trickled down with the warm water and swirled down the drain. I inhaled and pushed down with my inside muscles, and in with my palms against my belly. A large splot startled me and I watched as a huge gush of thick cum worked its way down the shower drain.
I felt much lighter after that and it wasn't long before I was feeling more relaxed and sleepy than just tired with achy muscles. I dried myself and slid into the satiny pink nightdress I'd borrowed from Sis's dresser. Wobbling sleepily, I stepped into the matching pink panties, pulling them up so they hugged my new sex snuggly.
Sis was already asleep when I came out of the bathroom. She hadn't even bothered to crawl under her blankets and lie there on her side, facing towards me. I thought of how comfortable she must be, how tired she was, and how tired I was. She was beautiful laying there, my sister. I smiled to myself, feeling that connection of love and respect bloom again in my heart.
I didn't think for a second about crawling onto her bed with her, laying my head lightly on her pillow beside her head and, facing her, I fell asleep. I felt comfortable doing that. We were sisters after all. Sisters share clothes, do each other's makeup, have slumber parties together, go shopping together, share gossip.
* * * * *
"Girls! Santa came last night! Time for presents!" Daddy pulled at my foot, shaking me awake. Sis was already sitting up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Come on slowpokes," Daddy chuckled as he left, his heavy steps heading downstairs.
Sis looked at me, blinking her eyes clear. "You're still a girl," she whispered.
I reached up, lifting the heavy weight of my right breast, still covered in Sis's pink nighty. "Yea," I yawned. "Guess I'm staying that way." I brushed back some stray strands of hair from my face, herding them to curl behind my ear.
"Dad didn't notice..." Sis mumbled. "Maybe only you and I know about last night."
I snorted, "You, I... And Santa...." I laughed, "and some reindeer."
Melissa giggled, then cattily arched her back, stretching her arms and the fabric across her breasts of her blue negligee, her nipple mounds showing obviously through the thin fabric, "Mmm," she sighed, "Definitely the reindeer."
I sighed too, remembering the animals, feeling a warmth in my tummy bloom at the thought of them. "Oo-la-la," I giggled.
We slipped into some thick bathrobes and headed down to the living room. Melissa glanced at the presents while Mom and Daddy prepared the traditional Morning unwrapping, Daddy grabbing trash bags for the discarded wrapping paper, Mom pulling out the tray of sausage, cheese and crackers that would serve as our breakfast. 
"Looks like your name is Dani," Sis whispered in my ear, showing me a shiny red-wrapped package.
I shrugged, smiling, "Alright by me..."
Sis paused, reaching up to hug me tenderly. “You know, Dani…” she whispered. “I’d always wished you’d been born as a girl. I’ve always wanted a sister.” A small tear formed in the corner of her eyes. “Someone to share stuff with.”
I could feel the tears forming and a lump in the back of my throat stole my voice away for a few moments, “Well, now you have one.” I hugged her back. “Merry Christmas,” I whispered into her ear.
I think we were both surprised by the number of gifts under the tree this year. Each of us got the usual number from each other, but there were a lot more labeled "From Santa". Mom and Daddy joked that we must have been good this year to receive so much from him. Sis and I got a good giggle out of our little secret.
Most of the packages marked "For Dani" were clothes, which, for once, I wasn't disappointed with. Skirts and a few tee shirts that would be fashionably tight across my new chest seemed to be the order of the day, girl clothes sized for my new bod. I blushed when I opened the box of silky under things, bras, panties and a few pair of nylons. Over all, I got the impression that my parents thought I'd grown up being something of a tomboy, dressing in boy's stuff, but now was breaking out of that mode and becoming more ladylike.
The biggest gift, and the very best gift of the day in my opinion, was something I'd been asking to get for a long time. I'd always had dreams of being in a band but the only thing I had to practice on was an old beat-up, third-hand, guitar. I got quite a surprise I opened the gift from Daddy and saw the brand-new electric guitar lying in the box. I think I surprised Daddy when I flew into his arms hugging and kissing him, almost crying with joy.
It didn't bother me one bit that it was ice cream pink. In fact, it was perfect.
* * * * *
After a wonderful day, my first being a girl, Sis and I headed to our rooms. We'd already taken our presents up and my room was covered in new clothes that draped over just about every spare space I could find. I felt more comfortable in the room, it was starting to feel less boyish and more like a room I'd lived in.
Sis followed me into my room, a small makeup kit in her hands. She'd gotten it from a cousin of ours but didn't really need it, so was giving it to me. "Looks like you've got one more present to open," she pointed to a blue and silver wrapped package at the foot of my bed.
I picked it up, "It's for both of us," I grinned at her, "To Melissa and Dani. From Santa."
"Ooooh," she sighed. We tore it open.
Inside was another letter and two more boxes.
"Dear girls,
It was a pleasure visiting with you both. You both did very well relaxing my sleigh team, and we were able to continue the night’s delivery thanks to your help. The reindeer already miss you. If you wouldn't mind, next year, with your permission, we'd like to revisit you.
I've included a special gift for both of you that I hope you'll enjoy.
Mail me here at the North Poll if you feel up to the task of servicing my deer again next year.
Merry Christmas, Santa."
Melissa and I gasped in astonishment as we continued reading.
“P.S. If you both wish it, we can make the changes permanent after you both graduate high school. You’ll have to move up here, of course.”
We both moaned, trembling, knowing that to our very core, we wanted to spend more time with the reindeer sleigh team. And somewhere, deep inside us both, our eggs cried out to be fertilized by our four-legged flying lovers, instinctively knowing that the mating would only produce offspring if we joined their number, permanently.
We had a goal now, something to really look forward to… We both tittered nervously; we could see the raw desire in each other’s eyes as we contemplated our furred future. Silently, we both nodded, in total agreement.
Melissa tore her package open first. She giggled as she pulled out a pair of gold rabbit ears attached to a headband. Next she drew out a bunny suit, thick and satiny like her old one had been but this one a shimmery golden. Sis chuckled, "A replacement for the suit you tore."
"Hey, I said I was sorry," I laughed back. "You MADE me wear it..."
Also in the box, Sis found all the matching accessories to the bunny suit, along with a surprise: a long, thin wooden case. Carefully, she turned the small key at the case's edge and opened the hinged lid to find a long dildo inside. Its gold plastic glistened and seemed to pulse with her touch. It was shaped like a reindeer's penis, both its size and thickness, each bump and vein molded into it, looking like a real life version of one of Santa's reindeer. "It's warm," she whispered. "I think this is Comet's..."
We both squirmed a bit as she held up the dildo between us. Our mouths dried as we looked at it hungrily. I licked my lips, trying to get some sound out of my throat over the sound of my beating heart. My voice came out huskily, "You'll share it, won't you?" I asked.
Sis nodded and soon she forced herself to put it down, back in its box, comfortably out of sight under the bodice of her new bunny costume.
"What did you get?" she asked.
Startled, I tore open my own box. Inside, I found a headband with two, long pink ears. I pulled up the thick satiny fabric beneath it, pulling out the bodice of a bunny suit, an ice cream pink bunny suit. I could tell by the size of the cups that it was sized to fit my new body perfectly. Further down in the box was a pair of cuffs and a collar and an egg with some very light pink fishnet nylons inside. In the very bottom of the box was my own pair of high heels, ice cream pink to match the rest of the suit. 
Sis giggled, "It matches your new guitar. Too bad you can't wear your bunny outfit while your playing it."
"That's not a bad idea," I hummed.
In the bottom of the box, I found a locked wooden case like Melissa's. "Well, open it already," she whispered. I wondered if my face looked as hungry as hers did, as pale with desire. I'm sure it did. Inside the case rested a similar dildo, this one also an ice cream pink. I traced my finger over the warm plastic, the familiar landscape seeming to pulse with my fingers. "It looks like Dasher's..."
Sis laughed weakly, "You'll share too?" I nodded. Sisters shared.
Sisters and reindeer.
We separated, wanting to play with our new toys in the privacy of our own rooms. I don't think either of us slept much that night.
* * * * *
I trotted up the steps to the small, makeshift stage. It was surprising how easy it had been to recruit the members of my band. Well, maybe not so much, I thought, as I twirled off the long overcoat I usually wore going to my local gigs. I could see the lustful appreciation of my body in the band member's eyes, felt them respond to my body, my energy and the crowd. I could fee the eyes of everyone on me as I whirled around, my guitar in hand to strike the first few cords, felt the rest of the band rev the first few notes. 
And I stood on the stage, my ice cream pink axe swinging in time to the music, playing to the crowd as they watched my body move to the beat, hugged snuggly in my ice cream pink bunny suit, my pink high heels clicking as I danced for the audience, my long blond hair flowing over my shoulders and down my back, swaying to the movements of my hips. I spotted a golden bunny in the audience and nodded to her as she danced with the guys around her.
Later, as the party continued to swing on, the band separated, letting whoever was in charge of the party music start his mixes. The band members went their own way, picking up their boyfriends and girlfriends to dance, drink, be merry. Sis dragged me off to a quiet back room, a room with two beds, locking the door behind her as we entered. Inside, Clay waited for his bunny to make her appearance, sliding up to kiss her exposed neck under her ponytail, his arms gliding around her shoulders to pull her closer to his body. Sis closed her eyes, sighing as his lips moved up her neck.
"So... Introduce me to the cute guy on the bed," I flirted.
"This is Rick," Sis pointed at the boy who'd I'd seen with her and Clay, oh, so long ago.
I strutted over to hold out my hand. He shook it gently, bringing it to his mouth to kiss the back of my hand. "Nice to meet you Rick," I smiled enticingly to him.
"And that is Steve," Clay added. "He's a Freshman this year, but he's got potential, so we thought we'd..." he smiled at the nervous looking, but still handsome football player, "...bring him along for the party."
"Then..." I silkishly whispered, leaning down to kiss Rick, showing him a good deal of my cleavage, "Let's get the party started..."
Sis and Clay were already well on their way, using the other bed for their own. But I had my own party, on my own bed, and the three of us were much too busy with each other.