Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01

... tail at the top of her ass crack, just like the deer hunted back home. That was charming.

Finally, he saw that she had honest-to-God hooves rather than feet! Delicate, split, black ones; again, like real deer had. How in the hell? he wondered.

Getting over his surprise and fascination, he bent and clipped the leash to her collar before she started to stand.

She ignored being leashed, like she was used to it.

Vixen climbed to her feet, hooves, and stood on the things, only a little unsteadily, making a clacking sound on the wooden floor. The jingle of her musical collar's bells added to the noise she made.

She stood there looking at him, meekly, as he examined her from head to toe. He chuckled as he realized it was more like from antlers to hooves.

She didn't seem embarrassed at all. Even though she was standing there naked, and in her bizarrely decorated body, with a strange man staring at her.

She was apparently used to that, as well. They had been on the island for a while.

Her entire body was indeed colored the same brown as her back, with the lighter markings scattered around. At her chest and belly though, the brown faded quickly to pure white. Her large white breasts with their deep-red nipples were a sight to behold. And the way the white covered her belly and pointed down toward her crotch was lovely, and exciting.

He remembered that all of them had been white-girls, like most of the spoiled party girls around the Riviera. Their new skin ...

... color didn't match that of any black girl he'd ever known.

There were, of course no clothes covering anything. Reindeers didn't wear clothes. Hah!

"You have quite a rack," he said chuckling. She gave him a dirty look - her first real reaction.

Her hands were normal, just brown like the rest of her, but her nails were long and faded to black.

When he looked more closely at her hooves, he realized that they weren't boots. They appeared to be a real part of her legs. That seemed ghastly! They had apparently surgically modified her feet. Morgan, what have you done!

It struck him that the changes made to these girls were probably permanent. They would be reindeer for the rest of their lives, whether they liked it or not. That bothered him, and he took a moment to get over his disgust and regret. It seemed kind of a waste of pretty flesh. Although they were exotically sexy, like this.

He shifted his gaze back to Vixen's face. She just stood there, quietly and stared back at him. Quiet, upset and afraid.

He did feel sorry for her. Her face looked pretty, but it too was covered in brown with white spots and highlights, her muzzle was all white and the tip of her nose was black, with a dull shine.

She still had human ears, but she also had the ears of a deer up on her head, sticking out of her hair, next to her antlers.

Curious, he reached up and grabbed one of her horns. When he pulled on it, she groaned, and he realized that the thing was somehow anchored to ...