Christmas gift

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"Merry Christmas, Rhein," the reindeer muttered under his breath as he leapt off the delivery
truck. Frustration etched deep into his face, he stomped his way to the back to retrieve the final
package of the night. Whoever had concocted the brilliant idea of scheduling Christmas Eve
deliveries deserved a close and personal discussion—with his fist.
Of course, there was no one else to blame but himself. This assignment, equal parts
punishment and final chance, was his penance for a long history of missed deliveries.
"I have a tight schedule; I can't wait around for someone to take three minutes to open a damn
door," Rhein grumbled aloud, as if vocalizing his complaint could somehow win the argument
brewing in his own mind.
At least the house was lit up, a promising sign of life within. Yet, something about the scene
made his fur prickle with unease. A subtle wrongness lingered, just out of reach, but undeniably
present.
DING-DONG
Without hesitation, Rhein yanked out one of the stickers he had practically memorized: "Delivery
attempted. No one home." As he turned to leave, his resolve faltered.
"Damn it. What am I doing?" he muttered, spinning back to face the door. He unceremoniously
dropped the package on the front step.
"Uh... hello?" Rhein called, peering through one of the small windows inset in the door. "Dasher
Express."
Silence.
Whatever, he thought, shoving the box into a nearby bush. But as he turned to leave, his eyes
snagged on a pesky little checkbox on the shipping label:
PROOF OF DELIVERY: SIGNATURE REQUIRED
He let out an audible groan, hoping the sheer force of his displeasure might summon the
homeowner to the door. Begrudgingly, Rhein bent down to retrieve the package once more.
"Dasher Express!" he bellowed, punctuating his words with a firm knock on the door.
A sound. Was it a chuckle? A scream? Whatever it was, he definitely heard someone inside the
house..
"Oh, hell no. I will deliver this package."
Taking a few wary steps back, Rhein surveyed the house—his battleground. Built like a fortress,
it was a veritable stronghold. Every window was shut tight, every door firmly locked. There
wasn’t a single crack in its armor, no carelessly left-open window or conveniently unlocked latch.
But just as hope began to dwindle, something caught his eye—the chimney. A wild, borderline
ridiculous idea popped into his head. It was big enough to fit him, wasn’t it?
“I am not losing this job,” Rhein muttered with steely resolve as he marched back to his truck.
His gaze darted around, searching for something—anything—that could secure the package to
his back.
“Come on, there’s gotta be something. Anything... Aha!” His eyes lit up as he grabbed a
massive roll of Christmas ribbon. It was a holiday gift from the company, meant for drivers to
decorate packages during the season. Naturally, Rhein hadn’t touched a single inch of the
100-foot roll—until now.
With a grin that bordered on manic, he wrapped the ribbon tightly around his torso and the box,
encasing them together in what could only be described as an industrial-strength festive
cocoon.
“You’re not going anywhere, buddy.”
Determined, Rhein circled the house until he found a section of wall overgrown with vines. He
stopped, staring at them for a full minute as if debating his life choices.
“Screw it,” he muttered, grabbing hold and beginning his ascent.
Reaching the roof, Rhein’s plan crystallized. This package was going to be delivered—and
signed for—no matter the cost. He crept toward the chimney, each step on the tiles precarious
and deliberate. Upon reaching the edge, he peered down into the sooty abyss. Tentatively, he
ran a finger along the interior wall. Black dust clung instantly to his fingertips, smearing like an
accusation.
“Is this some kind of cosmic punishment?!” he roared, shaking both fists at the heavens. “FUCK
OFF!”
Across the street, a man walking his dog paused, squinting upward at the bizarre spectacle of a
shouting reindeer on a roof while undressing himself. “Mind your own business, Robert. No
kink-shaming.”
Returning to the task at hand, Rhein groaned as he continued shedding his uniform. His boss
had been explicit—one stain, even the smallest smudge, and he’d be fired. The last thing he
needed was a soot-covered jacket as evidence of this escapade.
Down to his boxers, Rhein stood at the edge of the chimney, his breath misting in the cold night
air. He took one final deep breath, followed by a long, resigned sigh.
“Here goes nothing,” he muttered, gripping the rim of the chimney and lowering himself in.
Not even a full meter into the descent, an awful realization dawned on Rhein—the soot-covered
walls were incredibly slick.
“Oh no”. Final words of a man who was about to get hurt.
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“Give me a second, chat. I think I heard something,” Red announced as he yanked off his
headset. Clad in nothing but his usual gaming attire—boxer briefs—he stood and stretched
before honing in on the noise. From downstairs came a chorus of groans and muffled curses.
In hindsight, he might have thought twice. But adrenaline surged through his veins, and this
tiger wasn’t the type to back down. Fight or flight? He chose the former. Snatching the
decorative katana mounted above his PC, Red darted out of his room.
‘I saw this in Bleach,’ he thought to himself as he leapt down the entire staircase in one fluid
motion. His claws dug into the carpet upon landing, katana poised dramatically over one
shoulder.
“Omae wa mou shindeiru,” he whispered with a grin sharp enough to rival his claws.
But instead of an intruder, Red found himself face-to-face with a rather unconventional sight—a
reindeer, bound with Christmas ribbon and rendered completely immobile.
“Hot, naked, buffed man... Holy shit, Santa is real!”
The reindeer flinched. “This isn’t what it looks like! I’m just trying to deliver a pa—wait. Did you
just say hot?” The shift in his expression—from panic to intrigue—was so abrupt it caught even
him off guard.
Red, still attempting to project menace, leveled his katana at the stranger. “Maybe I did.”
Rhein swallowed hard. Something about this tiger—this slender, confident twink—was unsettling
him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. “Not gonna lie,” he muttered, trying to maintain composure.
“That entrance was pretty hot too.”
Silence enveloped them as they scrutinized each other, gradually acknowledging the inevitable
tension between them. "You wanna fuck?" Rhein, the unintentional provocateur, broke the
silence.
Instantly, he realized the recklessness of his suggestion while bound with his hands behind his
back. Red advanced toward him, hastily shedding his boxers. Rhein felt an irresistible magnetic
pull toward this enigmatic figure and eagerly opened his mouth to receive him.
Red gasped as Rhein deftly took him in, engulfing his length almost entirely. Waves of heat and
wetness sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He hadn't anticipated the other to be so
eager.
Feeling Red's arousal intensify within his mouth, growing as hard as stone, Rhein's own desire
surged.
Red withdrew, his member brushing against Rhein's cheekbone. Rhein's pleading gaze, filled
with longing and anticipation, nearly compelled him to indulge once more. However, Red had
other plans. "Do you know what’s in the package you delivered?"
Without awaiting a response, Red moved behind Rhein, unboxing its contents. Rhein strained
against his restraints to catch a glimpse, but the bindings restricted his movement. A chill ran
over him as his boxers were stripped away. As confusion settled, realization dawned when he
recognized the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. "Wa-wait, I'm a top, I d- AAUUUGH," he
stammered when the vibrator was firmly yet gently introduced.
Experiencing penetration for the first time, initial discomfort quickly transformed into pleasure as
he relaxed. "F-fuck..." he breathed, savoring every moment and craving more. Red stopped
midway, seemingly aware of the tantalizing game he played.
"Beg," Red murmured into his ear.
"You'll regret this, you brat," Rhein warned with defiance.
Red chuckled softly, easing the vibrator out.
"Wait!" Rhein was engulfed by bewilderment, but one thing was clear: the void left him yearning.
"Please..."
Red whispered again, relishing his dominance over the larger man. "Please what?"
“Motherfucker…” Rhein relented, his voice a mixture of frustration and desperation, “Please, put
it in… All the way.”
A soft, amused chuckle was followed by the newfound sensation of fullness, the vibrator eliciting
tingling sensations from within. "Fuck... Yeah..." Rhein managed to utter through moans.
Red circled around him, seating himself on the couch and guiding the reindeer by his antlers to
join him.
"Keep this up, and you'll regr—" Rhein's words were abruptly cut off as Red pulled his antlers
down, thrusting his cock into Rhein's mouth, the tip brushing his throat.
"Fuck," Red whispered, gripping the antlers tightly as he thrust hard. A torrent of thoughts raced
through his mind: the exquisite sensation of his cock enveloped in Rhein’s hot, wet mouth, the
thrill of effortlessly dominating someone twice his size.
"I'm... close..." Red gritted out, his voice strained with impending climax.
Rhein felt the cock twitch within his mouth, driven by an inexplicable need to satisfy the tiger. He
moved his head with fervor, intensifying the rhythm until Red exploded, filling his mouth with
cum. Rhein eagerly swallowed, ensuring he coaxed out every drop.
Red reclined, arms limp at his sides. "That... was incredible..." he murmured, his eyes fluttering
shut.
“We’re not done.”
Red opened his eyes again only to find the reindeer standing in front of him “You could’ve freed
yourself all this time?”
"I'm a kinky fucker," Rhein admitted with a mischievous smile, leaning down to capture Red in a
deep kiss, urging him to taste himself, what he had done inside his mouth.
With unsurprising ease, Rhein lifted Red, flaunting his strength and size difference. They
resumed their passionate exchange, hands exploring each other's bodies. Rhein slowly lowered
Red onto his cock. "Ah..." a soft moan escaped Red's lips as Rhein’s head popped inside his
ass.
The tiger felt his body stretch with every inch, each movement a deliberate tease as Rhein let
gravity guide their joining, only to lift him slightly and thrust down again—a measured pace that
hinted at playful retribution.
Soon, Red found himself completely impaled, his arms wrapped around Rhein amidst a
passionate kiss. The vibrations from the dildo were strong enough to transmit through Rhein’s
cock, an exhilarating sensation he hadn't anticipated. The shared pleasure from the same
source drove both of them wild.
But the reindeer had other intentions. Carrying Red to a table, he nearly dropped him
face-down. "Now the fun begins..." he declared with a smug grin. Before Red could process,
Rhein withdrew almost entirely only to forcefully thrust back in, a motion that left Red seeing
stars.
"AH! FUCK!" Red exclaimed, overwhelmed by sheer pleasure. He craved more, and his desires
seemingly resonated with the reindeer.
Slapping sounds could be heard all over the house as hips connected with ass cheeks. Rhein
held nothing back, intuitively aware that Red relished it.
“Huh, you like it rough, little brat?” Rhein chuckled, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. The
experience was unlike anything he’d ever had—not only was Red's ass the best he had ever
fucked, he could go as rough and hard as he desired. So he did.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Like a relentless machine, Rhein pounded on, elated by Red’s moans and gasps each time he
struck the perfect spot. The symphony of Red's pleasure, an unexpected delight, was a reward
he never thought he could take so much pleasure from. He wanted more, he wanted to hear him
moan, to be the one who was responsible for it.
Red's vision blurred, dark spots danced in his sight. "AH… AH… AH…" he breathed, his body
responding on instinct alone. "AH AH AH," his moans merged with Rhein’s swift thrusts. They
were both teetering on the edge.
Rhein leaned down, grabbing Red's head to hold him in place. He sensed the climax
approaching; He could feel it as Red’s body contracted so hard around his cock, he thought he
might not be able to pump his load inside him.
They continued like this for a full minute, Rhein expertly controlling both of their climaxes,
making sure to edge both as much as he could. But even he could not take it much longer. With
slower yet much harder thrusts, he pushed his cock as deep as he could.
Red’s vision darkened completely as he sensed Rhein’s massive cock twitch deep inside him,
filling him with wave after wave of cum, each pulse a palpable presence. He could actually feel
himself being filled. That sensation pushed Red over, shaking as he came on the table.
In the aftermath, silence settled, broken only by their labored breathing until a single word cut
through: "More..."
Rhein glanced down, his expression puzzled, unsure if he'd heard correctly. "What?"
Red turned slightly, locking eyes with the reindeer. "I said more..."

Rhein grinned widely, accepting the challenge. "At your service, brat." Grabbing Red’s left leg
for better leverage, he began anew, thrusting with greater intensity now that the coated insides
eased their relentless pace.
Right there, they both knew this was going to be a long night.