Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01

... out in the corrals pee whenever they feel the need. And that applied to reindeer as well." Prancer again explained after catching him staring.

Another aspect that stunned and saddened him. Poor girls...

He was getting tired of standing around, and dinner-time was approaching so he decided on one more query.

"I know this is a delicate question, but I'm really curious, how difficult is it to function with those antlers?"

"Damn things." Cupid mumbled.

"They are a pain. It took us a long time to get used to them." Vixen answered.

"I'm still not used to them."

He didn't catch which one of them said it, they did seem to speak as a herd.

It was Vixen though, who continued. "First of all, they're heavy, and for the first few weeks we all had sore necks. But I guess our bodies got used to the things."

Then everyone joined in.

"And they're awkward as all hell. We have to duck through doorways, and sleep on elongated beds. Did you see those inside our rooms? All the beds are custom - about two feet longer than normal." "I didn't notice, I haven't been inside one of your rooms."

"Oh, that's right."

"We can only sleep on our backs; the antlers stick out to the sides."

"And to the front. I got whipped when I almost poked one of the grooms in the eye."

"I'm sorry," he replied to that. He didn't like the idea of whipping anyone, let alone a girl. He had worried it might be necessary with this bunch. He knew he'd have to do it if they became unruly, ...

... but...

"That's okay, I think we've all been cropped, for one reason or another while we were in the stables. Hell, the ponygirls were hit often. Part of their training programs, I guess."

"At least that wasn't part of our training. In any case, we all survived. And learned our lessons." Dancer admitted, and the others actually seemed to agree.

"Oh, and another thing, our tails are also permanently attached, and they poke us when we lay on our backs. But there's nothing we can do about it. At least they're soft."

"He knows." Vixen inserted, with a laugh.

He blushed, as they all looked at him.

"That's alright. We're used to damn near everyone copping a feel of our bushy little tails. They're just so cute." Dasher said with a groan. "Since we're always naked, we're fair game."

"We got used to that too." Cupid added.

"Aren't you going to ask about our skin? Our markings?" Prancer asked, and she did a twirl, her bells ringing musically as she did.

"Well, you do look exotic." He said, embarrassed by how much he liked how they looked.

"They told us they used some sort of skin dye, that's supposedly permanent. I don't really know how that can be, but they swore their technology was state of the art."

"I can't believe we'll be like this forever. There must be some way to change us back. Hell! Just dye us all white." Dancer said angrily. It was the first time any of them had seemed truly angry, rebellious. Mostly they seemed resigned.

"And, in case ...