Rudolph The Red-Nosed Butt Raptor - (Classic Tingler Revisted)

wow it is the holiday. CHRISTMAS HAS ARRIVED not really buds that is tomorrow but it seems christmas is actually two day holiday even if nobody wants to come right the heck out and say it. christmas eve is a big time for celebrating as well so chuck thought WHAT THE HECK lets open our present early.

wanted to post a classic holiday tingler on here for buds to enjoy and selected RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED BUTT RAPTOR because whats more classic than a handsome butt raptor poundin your butt that is basically tingleverse 101.

hope all the buckaroos are stayin safe and warm out there as winter storm passes through united states freezin the heck out of everything. find yourself a cozy nook maybe by the fireplace maybe by the space heater maybe in a warm bath and enjoy this classic way. LOVE IS REAL

With Christmas only a few days away, Turno Purps needs to get two presents from Chicago to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, thanks to a powerful snowstorm, nobody is getting in or out of the city, not even the postal service. Now Turno’s only chance lies in a mysterious meeting with Rudolph The Red-Nosed Raptor, a handsome Christmas legend who is the only one capable of delivering Turno’s packages on time.

Soon enough, Turno and the muscular antlered dinosaur are falling madly in love, overcome with the Christmas sprit in an erotic holiday adventure that ends with a hardcore fireside butt pounding.

Now, the only secret that remains is just how Rudolph gets all those presents delivered in time.

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on holiday dinosaur action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, facials, and red-nosed raptor love.

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RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED BUTT RAPTOR

By Chuck Tingle

After learning I wasn’t going home for Christmas this year, I knew the holidays were going to be difficult. This is the first time in my life that I haven’t been able to celebrate with my family, spending the evening buried under mountains of paperwork from the firm. Normally, we all get enough time to fly home for the weekend, but this year an unexpected caseload has forced everyone to cancel their travel plans.

Of course, even if I didn’t have to spend most of my time in the office, I’d probably still be trapped here in Chicago. The weather started bad and has only gotten worse, prompting wide spread cancelations as the airport as folks buckle down and hope for the best. I’ve been checking the news regularly for updates about the rapidly escalating snowfall, trying to figure out if allplanes are grounded, or just commercial airlines.

Even though I’m not flying home myself, I’d be completely destroyed if I couldn’t send a gift to my mother and father on this important day. For my mom, I got a new set of tools she’s been eyeing, and for my dad, I bought a brand new vegan cookbook.

Unfortunately, if I don’t hurry up, neither of them will get their gift in time. I could never forgive myself.

Rushing down the city street with my jacket wrapped tightly around me, I stomp confidently through the snow, defying nature itself. Nothing’s gonna keep this package from hitting the road on time, and although my car can’t make it out of my garage, I can still get to the post office on foot.

Around me, a slim handful of other Chicagoans have chosen to head out in the storm, taking care of their holiday business if it’s the last thing they do. Busses are still running, fortunately, but if the snow keeps coming down like this I can’t imagine they’ll stay active much longer.

I clutch the presents even tighter against my body, pressing onward as the cold wind whips against the only exposed portion of my face. My heart is slamming hard within my chest, partially from this grueling physical test, but mostly due to the mounting fear that I won’t be able to get these packages to their Los Angeles destination.

Christmas has always meant a lot to my family and me, and being away from them over the holidays was already a difficult pill for my parents to swallow. No gift, regardless of what it actually is, would be too much for them to bear. Of course, they’d act like everything was okay, and nothing would really come of it, but deep down I’d know they were disappointed.

I round the final corner of this massive building and my breath suddenly catches in my throat. There before me is the post office, covered in snow and ice but still seemingly active on this blustery day.

I begin to sprint across the street towards the building, mustering up all the strength I have to push myself onward. It’s only then that I see a sign on the door flipping around, going from open to closed as the last mail truck of the day pulls away and barrels up the street, pushing the snow drifts from from it’s broad frame as it goes.

“No!” I cry out, waving my arms. “Wait!”

A postal worker within the building sees me running towards him, but doesn’t hesitate as he turns around and begins to stroll away from the glass door, ready to head home for the night.

“Wait!” I try again. “It’s Christmas!”
 Suddenly, the man stops. He turns back around and meets me at the door, only cracking it open the slightest bit to keep the cold air from getting in.

“The last truck just left, there’s nothing I can do,” the mail worker informs me. “I’m sorry.”

“I need to get this package to my family in Los Angeles by tomorrow!” I cry out.

The mail worker just stares at me blankly, shaking his head. “Buddy, even if you got here in time, that package wouldn’t get where’s it’s headed for another week. The snow’s got all planes grounded, even commercial now. We’re trucking things out of the storm and then sending them up, but there’s still crazy delays. This is our busiest time of the year already, with or without the weather.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” I beg.

“I’m not made of magic,” the mail worker informs me, solemnly. “I’m sorry.”

I let out a long sigh and then turn around slowly, overwhelmed with feelings of defeat as I begin my long trudge back home through the snow.

“Wait!” the man suddenly calls out from behind me.

He motions me towards him, lowering his voice despite the fact that there’s nobody around to hear him. “Listen, I’m not supposed to tell you this, because he’s our direct competition, but there is someone who could get your package to the west coast by tomorrow. It’ll cost you, though.”

“Whatever it takes,” I inform him. “The money isn’t important, I just want my parents to get their gifts for Christmas.”

“Go to suite sixty-nine in the Rudolph building on Candy Cane Avenue. That’s the top floor.” the postal worker instructs.

I narrow my eyes. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of joke?”

The mail worker shakes his head. “Not at all. There’s someone there who can get your package anywhere in the world within a few hours.”

“Who should I ask for?” I question.

“The legend himself; Rudolph,” the helpful mailman continues, finally closing the door and returning to the depths of his post office once more.

I turn and pull out my phone, doing a search for Candy Cane Avenue but quickly discovering that the storm has caused me to lose all cell service. Fortunately, I vaguely remember seeing a street with that name just west of here. The only question now is how far.

The snow only begins to come down harder as I trudge onward, these vast white blankets rising higher and higher around me as I make my way. By now, the fellow pedestrians I’d noticed earlier have all disappeared, hunkering down somewhere warm for the next long while.

At this point, I actually start to worry, realizing that the storm has made it quite difficult to navigate through the very streets of my once familiar city. If I get lost out here, I could freeze. The hanging Christmas lights that line these massive buildings around me were donned with good intentions and holiday cheer, but now they’ve made things even more strange and disorienting.

I can barely see through the blizzard, squinting up at the towering structures as I try my best to read the addresses before me.

Suddenly, my heart skips I beat as I make out the symbol of a massive red R. I rush towards the building and, in one final effort, I push into the lobby, instantly hit by a wave of warmth.

Almost immediately, the world around me changes to one of calm, holiday relaxation, jazzy Christmas music twinkling through the speakers above as well dressed city dwellers bustle about in this enormous lobby. Nobody here seems at all concerned by the storm around them, just going about their business as usual.

I approach the front desk, where a woman sits patient and smiling in a strange green outfit. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was dressed as an elf.

“How can I help you, sir?” the woman asks.

“I need to speak to Rudolph,” I inform her, setting my packages on the desk between us. “It’s an emergency.”

The woman looks at me with an apologetic face, clearly not wanting to give me the bad news. “I’m sorry,” she says. “Rudolph is very, very busy this time of year. He doesn’t have time for any meetings.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, suddenly realizing that all this hardship could be for nothing. I’m trying not to get emotional, but I can’t help myself.

“But… it’s Christmas,” I finally say, tears welling up in my eyes.

The woman behind the counter smiles, as if relieved that she can help me now, then reaches over and pulls a large lever next to her. There’s a label printed clearly below it that reads, ‘but it’s Christmas.’

Suddenly, there’s a loud ding as a bright red and green elevator opens up, far away from the normal elevator bay.

The woman behind the counter nods at me, then waves towards the lift. “Rudolph will see you now. This goes straight to his office.”

I thank the woman, then hurry over to my elevator, stepping inside. There are no buttons, but the door closes almost immediately, rocketing upwards at such an incredible pace that it almost knocks me off my feet. I grab the railing and settle in, feeling a lurch in my stomach as the elevator swiftly arrives at the top floor penthouse.

The large metallic doors slide open, revealing an absolutely beautiful, modern office. The ceilings are high, and to the right of me is a roaring fireplace with stocking hung above it. The distant wall is completely made of floor to ceiling glass, outside of which the snow continues to drift down in an endless white cascade.

There’s a large oak desk at the other end of the room where a handsome velociraptor sits. He’s shirtless and beautiful sculpted, but the two most notable things about this dinosaur are the massive antlers upon his head, and the way that his reptilian snout glows with a brilliant red light.

The raptor stands to great me, walking around his desk and approaching swiftly.

“They buzzed me from down below, looks like you’re in need of a Christmas miracle,” the handsome prehistoric creature offers. He reaches out his clawed hand and gives me a firm shake. “I’m Rudolph.”

“Oh my god,” I stammer, reeling as I realize just who I’m standing in the presence of. “You’re actually Rudolph. I thought it was just the name of your company or something.”
 The dinosaur cracks a smile. “Nope, it’s me.”

“From the old song?” I clarify. “Rudolph The Red-Nosed Raptor?”

“That’s the one,” Rudolph continues, “and you are?”

“Turno Purps,” I offer.

“That’s a handsome name,” the dinosaur replies. “Now…. How can I help you, Turno?”

I suddenly remember that time is limited, struggling to collect myself. “Oh yeah,” I stammer, pulling out my boxes and handing them over to the holiday dinosaur. “I need to get these gifts to my parents in Los Angeles.”

“By tomorrow?” Rudolph questions, then offers me a playful wink. “Why, that would take a Christmas miracle!”

“So you can help me?” I question.

“I just did,” the antlered dinosaur replies.

At first I’m confused, until I glance down and realize that the packages are now missing from his hands, disappearing without a trace. I glance around the room, peering around the nearby couch to see if I can spot one of the boxes.

“Where are they?” I question.

“I just told you,” Rudolph replies. “They’re waiting under your parent’s tree in Los Angeles.”

I stare at him in shock. “Holy shit,” I blurt. “I knew you were good at getting through snowstorms… but that was incredible. I didn’t even notice you leaving.”

“Nobody every does,” Rudolph continues. “That’s the nature of time travel.”

“Time travel?” I question.

The handsome dinosaur nods. “People always assume that me and Santa get all the presents delivered because we’re fast, but it actually has nothing to do with that. In fact, we’re working most of the year, which is why I set up this Chicago office while he’s up in Alaska. You see, when you can travel through time, delivering presents is easy, it just takes a lot of work.”
 “So you go back in time to make sure all the gifts get there on Christmas Eve?” I question.

Rudolph nods. “Most of our deliveries take place over the summer, actually, then we jump forward to Christmas Eve once we’ve arrived at the house. After that we jump back. It sounds complicated but, honestly, it’s not that difficult to figure out once you get the hang of it.”

I don’t even know what to say, shaking my head side to side in astonishment.

“Anyway, that’s the last of them,” offers Rudolph, heading for the doorway. “I’m done for the year.”

I can’t believe this clearly wealthy dinosaur is willing to just leave me here alone in his expensive penthouse office, but then I realize he’d know in the future if I stole anything and just come back to stop me.

“Hey,” I shout, prompting the handsome raptor to pause and turn around once more.

My mind is suddenly racing, trying to understand what it is that compelled me to reach out and stop Rudolph. I can now admit to myself that I’m incredibly attracted to him, blown away by the creature’s playful intelligence, sculpted body and time traveling abilities.

“What are you doing now that your work is finished?” I question.

“I’ve got a cabin just outside of the city,” he explains, grabbing his coat and putting it on. “I’m gonna go settle in for a while.”

The two of us pause, just staring at one another as the tension builds.

“You want to come?” the raptor finally asks.

I crack a smile. “I’d love that.”

The next thing I know. We’re heading over to a staircase that leads up to the roof. I wrap my coat tightly around me and then push out into the cold, following Rudolph over to a large wood sleigh that’s been parked at the center of a snow-covered helicopter pad.

“Is this safe?” I call out, my voice barely audible over the howling wind that twists and turns around us.

The raptor laughs. “Did you forget who you were talking to?”

His red nose shining more brilliant than even, the handsome dinosaur climbs into the driver’s seat as I slide in next to him. The next thing I know, our sleigh is rising up from the ground, levitating into the air as the white flakes crumble away.

“And we’re off!” cries Rudolph.

Suddenly, my prehistoric companion and me are zooming over the snow-covered city below, twisting and turning above the Chicago skyline as we make our way out of town. The ride is smooth, but I still can’t help being frightened by the sheer height of our journey.

I nuzzle up against the handsome raptor, who then returns the favor by putting one of his muscular arms around me, pulling me close.

It’s not long before our sleigh is drifting lower and lower to the ground, eventually coming in for a soft landing a small clearing that’s surrounded by enormous, white-capped pine trees. Christmas lights are dangling everywhere, casting our approach in rainbow colored brilliance.

There in the middle of the clearing is the cozy cabin that Rudolph had mentioned, smoke already billowing out from the chimney.

“Is someone home?” I question.

The raptor shakes his head. “I jumped ahead in time to get things ready for us.”

“Oh, wow,” is all that I can manage to retort.

Every passing second finds me growing more and more attracted to this legendary Christmas dinosaur. He’s the whole package, that’s for sure.

The two of us trudge up the front walk through the snow, arriving at the cabin door and then pushing through to reveal a set of large overstuffed chairs and a roaring fireplace.

“Here we are,” Rudolph announces, closing the door behind him.

The second this handsome dinosaur turns around I’m already upon him, kissing the raptor passionately as I tear his coat up over his head. His clothes catch on his antlers a bit, but eventually they find a way over.

I toss the fabric to one side as I continue with my barrage of kisses, allowing my hands to fully explore the chiseled topography of his scaly green body.

“I want you so bad,” I groan. “I need you to fuck me.”
 Rudolph smiles then begins to kiss me back with an equal helping of passion. The two of us are frantically tearing away one another’s clothing now, continuing until we reach our underwear.

I begin to run my fingers delicately back and forth across the band of the dinosaur’s red and white boxer briefs, then finally make my move and plunge my hand down within. I wrap my fingers tight around the prehistoric beasts aching rod, watching as a long, satisfied moan escapes his lips. Not wasting any time, I begin to pump my hand up and down his length in slow, sensual movements, enjoying the way that Rudolph pumps his hips along with me.

Mad with lust, I drop down to my knees before the muscular raptor, pulling his shorts off and gasping aloud as his enormous cock juts out towards my face. The creature is utterly enormous, his swollen dick impressive in size and texture. While I’d expected a bright green dinosaur dick, I’m greeted instead by a rod that is striped exactly like a candy cane, red and white.

“Looks delicious,” I offer, gazing up at Rudolph with a smile and then opening wide to take his member.

Immediately, the delicious flavor of peppermint fills my mouth. I begin to pump my face up and down across the creature’s length, taking my time with him as I reach up and cradle his hanging balls. Eventually, I pick up speed, belligerently slamming my face down onto the Christmas legend over and over again as he moans above.

Soon enough, I decide to take things to the next level, pushing my face onto his enormous cock and refusing to let up. Instead of pulling back I continue onward, taking the dinosaur’s shaft deeper and deeper until I swallow him completely. Rudolph’s rod is now fully planted within my neck, resting well past the expected limits of my gag reflex.

I gaze up at the holiday dinosaur from this position of submission, smiling with my eyes as my face presses hard against his immaculate abs. Rudolph places his hands against the back of my head and holds me like this, taking control as I submit myself to him fully. We stay in this position for as long as I can possibly muster, then finally pull back with a gasp and a shower of spit. A long strand of glistening saliva now hangs between my wet lips and the head of the dinosaur’s cock.

“Fuck me,” I demand. “I need some of that Christmas cheer up my tight gay butthole.”
 “I think I’ll have no problem guiding my cock exactly where it needs to go,” Rudolph replies, his nose twinkling brilliantly.

I pull off my underwear and then climb up onto the nearby couch, turning around and popping my bare ass out towards the handsome prehistoric reptile. I brace myself on the hard back of the furniture, wiggling my rump from side to side as the raptor approaches from behind.

Rudolph aligns his enormous candy-cane striped shaft with my tightness, teasing my anal seal for a moment and then finally thrusting forward in one long, confident swoop.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, gripping tightly to the back of the couch as Rudolph slides deep within me. While I’d had little problem taking his girthy cock between my lips, this dinosaur’s member up my ass is a different story entirely. I feel completely maxed out, my butthole stretched to the brink.

Fortunately, Rudolph is a patient lover, taking his time with me and allowing my body a moment to adjust to his size. The handsome dinosaur moves slowly at first, gradually gaining speed until the two of us fall into a rhythm together.

Soon enough, my legendary Christmas lover and me have fallen into a pleasant groove together, any discomfort melting away as it’s replaced by a powerful, aching warmth. The sensation starts off in the pit of my stomach and then slowly begins to make its way down my arms and legs, filling my body with a buzzing holiday excitement.

I notice now that a faint jingle rings out every time Rudolph slams his hips against my rump, his balls rattling like sleigh bells as they fill the cabin around us with Christmas cheer.

Faster and faster the balls begin to sound as Rudolph slams against me, the pleasure growing as it passes back and forth between us in an ever escalating feedback loop.

“Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god,” I start to repeat, the words falling out of my mouth over and over again in a blissful mantra. I’m utterly beside myself with pleasure, my body trembling hard as the handsome dinosaur continues to slam up into me. “Oh my fucking god!”

I reach down between my legs and grab ahold of my hanging cock, beating myself off in time with the movements of Rudolph’s dick. We quickly fall into a nice polyrhythm together, the erotic sensations now blossoming within me from two distinct locations.

I feel as though I’ve just about reached my limit, ready to cum at any moment when the handsome dinosaur abruptly pulls out of me.

“Hey!” I blurt. “I was so close.”

“It’s the holiday season,” Rudolph explains. “Let’s try something special.”

A wry grin creeps its way across my face. “Okay,” I coo, gazing back over my shoulder at the handsome dinosaur.

Rudolph immediately climbs down into position behind me, lowering himself until he’s practically kneeling on the carpet. His antlers are now positioned directly behind my rump, and I soon realize what’s going on when one of the enormous horns begins to push up against my asshole.

As unusual as this is, I don’t pull away. Right now, I’m happy to dive in fully for whatever holiday adventures Rudolph has to offer, including an antler in the butt.

“You like that?” the handsome dinosaur questions, teasing me.

“I love it,” I gush.

“Do you want it nice or naughty?” Rudolph continues.

“Naughty,” I tell him confidently.

Rudolph pushes forward and impales my ass across his giant horn, the antler filling my butthole as a long, satisfied groan escapes my lips. His horn is not quite as big as his cock, but there seems to be a strange Christmas magic coursing through it. While my body floods with the glorious sensation of a perfectly massaged prostate, my mind fills with a cascade of warm holiday visions. I see presents wrapped with a bow, and I smell the overpowering scent of baking gingerbread.

Rudolph begins to pump in and out of me once more with his antlers, quickly falling into the same rhythm that we’d found before.

Now I can feel the sensations of an impending orgasm blossoming up within me yet again, filling my body with a potent energy that’s just waiting to erupt. I’m quaking hard, every muscle within me pulled tight and begging for release until, finally, I throw my head back and let out a frantic scream.

The climax tears through me like a powerful wave, jizz erupting hard from the head of my shaft in hot white ropes that splatter down onto the cushions below. Meanwhile, Rudolph continues to hammer away at my butthole with his antler, never letting up for a second until all of the cum has been drained from my balls.

As soon as I finish I can feel the handsome dinosaur pull out of me. I turn around and drop to my knees before him, reaching up to frantically beat off his red and white shaft. The raptor only needs a few pumps before he throws his head back and lets out a long, satisfied howl, spunk erupting from the head of his cock and splattering out across my smiling face below.

I open wide to catch as much of the cum as I can, swallowing his peppermint flavored seed and then going back for more.

Eventually, Rudolph finishes and then staggers back, collapsing into the second couch that’s directly across from us.

I stand up and walk over, falling into the cushions next to him as I struggle to catch my breath. “That was amazing,” I gush.

“Are you ready for an eternity of it?” the dinosaur replies with a smile.

I nuzzle in close, enjoying the warmth of my new lover just as much as the warmth of our roaring fire.

“Don’t get too cozy,” Rudolph informs me, I’ve gotta leave in a few minutes.

“Why?” I question.

“To meet you at my office. If I’m not there when you drop off your presents, then we won’t fall in love,” he explains.

I narrow my eyes. “Wait… what?”

“I need to go back in time and start the loop over,” Rudolph explains.

“Fair enough,” I reply. “I’m not sure how this time travel thing works, but I trust you.”

“You’ve gonna come with,” he continues. “I’ll drop you off in the snow so you can come find me at my office.”

“Wait a minute,” I stammer. “How many times have we done this before?”

“Technically, an infinite amount of times,” Rudolph explains. “That’s kinda the way time loops work.”
 “And we’re not bored?” I question.

“We forget every time, and I only start remembering once we get to the cabin,” Rudolph explains. “Otherwise we’d both go crazy.”
 “I guess you’ve got your answer then,” I tell him with a laugh.

Rudolph winks. “See you soon.”

Suddenly, I’m rushing through the snowy streets of Chicago, two packages under my arm.