Reindeer Games
K.B. Wheelock
Published by K.B. Wheelock, 2019.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
REINDEER GAMES
First edition. March 10, 2019.
Copyright © 2019 K.B. Wheelock.
Written by K.B. Wheelock.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 1
“I said to turn right! Why do you never listen to anything I say?” Blaze glared at Vix. The two were always finding something to bicker about, must be some twin vibe thing. But, Blitzen did have a point. He was the one with the map. Since the GPS quit, the twist and turns of back country roads had made a five-hour drive into an eight-hour drive. Now, the snow had taken visibility down to nothing.
“No, you said to turn left, then right, then left.” Vixen gripped the wheel, her red nails digging into her hands. “I already turned right.”
“Vixen, just admit it. You took a wrong turn and we are lost,” Dan snapped.
Q snickered, “She took a wrong turn years ago.”
“Q, put a hoof in it. I can’t see where the hell we are going, and to add to it, the gas light has been on for the past half hour.” Vixen didn’t even glance in the rear view to glare at Q as she normally would.
A collective groan filled the van as, moments later, it sputtered to a stop.
“Now what do we do?” Dan asked, looking out into the snow filled forest. “No GPS, no cell service and now no gas.”
“Wh-where are we?” Dash asked, rubbing his eyes.
“In the middle of bum-fucking nowhere! Vix got us lost. Again.” Blaze snapped, glaring at his sister.
Slam!
“Blaze! Look what you did now! She will freeze out there. Go apologize!” Dash snapped.
Never the nicest person when he was woken up, he was more peevish than ever when it came to Vixen.
“YOU CARE ABOUT HER so much, get her yourself!” Blaze responded, arms crossed. “Anyways if she is cold she can shift.”
“Guys, come on! We can’t leave her out there alone, plus we need to figure out how to get out of here.” Pran, ever the voice of reason, shrugged on his coat, opened his door to step out into the snow. “Blaze, bring the map. Maybe we can find some landmark to figure where the hell we are.”
“Why couldn’t we just fly?” Com grumbled as he followed Don out into the snow. “But no, we can all meet up and drive. It will be a fun way to reconnect after a year away.”
“Com, suck it. You were the only one wanting to fly. Pelznickel knows we will be sick of flying at the end of this job. We would have had to rent a van anyways. This made more sense.” Blaze slammed his door. “It’s colder than a witch’s tit and darker than a dungeon out here.”
“You’re just mad that you had to leave those twins in Florida.” Com growled. “When will you stop playing the field?”
Blaze turned, fist already moving to hit Com. “When will you back off? Not all of us can be happy with a nomadic existence.” His fist hit Com, sending him falling back into the snow.
“When will you stop acting like an ass to everyone? Find a girl, get laid, or go and get drunk.” Com shifted in a flash of light and an explosion of clothes, running at Blaze. His antler’s lowered towards Blaze’s stomach.
Not one to back down, Blaze shifted into his larger caribou form, six point antlers lowered to catch Com’s smaller four point antlers. Blaze pushed Com back until he was against a tree. Glaring, he stared until Com lowered his head and shifted back into his naked, human form.
Blaze, though, stayed in his caribou form, antlers pressing into Com’s chest, his breath huffing. Com, shivering in the cold, his anatomy reflecting the temperature, put his hands up, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
Blaze looked at him for a few minutes, then shook his head, trotting off to follow the trail of footprints that lead down the road.
“When will you two grow up?” Pran leaned against the van, a cigar hanging lazily from his mouth, the scent of chocolate and coffee with a hint of spice surrounding him.
“When he grows up and learns that not everyone wants what he does. And when he stops reacting by punching.” Com rubbed his jaw, flexing it.
Pran’s eyes traveled up and down Com’s body, taking in his lean, ropey muscles that came from hard labor working on his construction crew and running in his caribou form. Snickering, he said, “Good thing your ladies can’t see you now. Not so sure they would be impressed with your package.”
Com stomped by him, giving a one fingered salute. “Up yours, Pran. You can be a real ass, ya know.”
“Let me know when you’re ready and I will be there.” Pran’s eyes followed Com as he walked to the back of the van, paying special attention to the movement of the muscles in his low back and ass. “Anytime, Com. Anytime.”
Chapter 2
Tromping through the snow was not nearly as much fun without four hooves. Snow managed to get into your boots, your pants were wet, and everything was cold.
“Can’t we shift?” Vixen asked for the third time, rubbing her cold hands up and down her arms.
“Please! Shift! Save us all the trouble of having to hear you whine,” Blaze glared at Vix, his human voice sounding odd coming from a large caribou. “While you’re at it, run in front of a hunter.”
Vix stuck her tongue out at him as she stomped past. “Why don’t you, seeing as you’re already dressed for the activity?”
“Why do you have to antagonize her?” Dash stomped his feet. “We all would rather shift than trudge through this crap.”
“Cause she knows as well as you and I why we can’t shift. Hunting season isn’t the time to walk the woods.”
Vix turned around to walk backwards as she yelled at Blaze, “Like any hunter would be stupid enough to be out hunting in this! We could barely see to drive. The stupid deer would have to be right in front of them to be seen.”
She might have had a point, but no one besides Dash would admit it, and he only would because he had been herding her for the past three years, not that she paid him one lick of attention. No, she had her eye on a different sized reindeer, one that lost antlers in the summer.
“Which reminds me, why haven’t you shifted back?” Dash glared at Blaze’s fur, wishing he had shifted earlier.
“Cause unlike the rest of you, I have brains.” Blaze shook his head, ruffling the thick fur and trotted to catch up with his sister.
“Hey! Guys, stop bickering and look out there!” Com pointed into the woods. A faint yellowish glow could be seen through the trees.
“Lights! Thanks be to the Arctic Gods. We can get out of this hellish landscape!” Vixen started to run through the snow banks, not caring that snow was making its way into her boots. Her white coat would have made her almost invisible in the snow if it weren’t for the mahogany mane that streamed down her back.
“Vixen! Wait!” Dash yelled. “We don’t know.... Oh who am I kidding? She hasn’t listened to me once since we were kids.” He stomped after her, the rest of the group trailing behind him.
“SEE, HERE THEY ARE!” Vixen pointed towards the group. She was happily seated on the porch of a small cottage that belonged on a holiday card. Weathered wood siding, stripped branches made into posts and railings, all cove
red in evergreens, christmas lights and ornaments.
As one, they stopped, staring at the tableau in front of them, especially at the woman seated with Vixen. It wasn’t her honey colored hair or smooth complexion that had their mouths hanging open, but the soft brown ears and small antlers that were perched on top of her head. A long low whistle cut through the air, pulling them out of the daze they had been in.
“Vixen!” Dash stomped forward, ignoring the woman beside her. He grabbed Vix’s arm, yanking her to him. “When will you stop running off into danger? You didn’t know it was safe here.”
Vix’s face turned red, making her hair look even darker. She yanked her arm from Dash’s, slamming her hands into his chest, pushing him back. “Get. It. Through. Your. Thick. Skull.” with each word she shoved him back until he was pressed against the banister. “I do not answer to you. I am not your woman.” She glared at him for a minute, then turned back to the woman.
“I’m sorry, Rudy. My brother and his friends can be a . . .little protective.”
A voice reminiscent of honey, whiskey and a slight rasp that betrayed her nicotine habit replied, “But it must be so wonderful to have six gorgeous men to watch out for you, eh? Oh and is that a caribou? Best watch out, during the day it isn’t safe to run these woods.”
“I am no Caribou.” Blaze pushed past Com, forcing him into the snow.
Rudy clapped her hands in delight, “A trained caribou! Which of you does the voice for him? Oh, what fun you will be in the morning. But it looks like your friends are a bit cold and need some hot cocoa to warm up.” Her eyes traveled over Com’s body that was on display through the open fur coat. “Some of you seem more...affected by the cold than others.”
Com grabbed his coat, wrapping it tightly around himself, glaring at the little witch. “A lady wouldn’t comment, or be caught staring.”
Rudy threw her head back, a raspy, full bodied guffaw filling the air, making it hard not to smile as tears ran down her cheeks. “That.” she gasped, “Might be the funniest thing I have heard in awhile. Ask around these parts, and you will find I am not a lady.”
Com gave a slow perusal of her figure, stopping to note the gentle swell of her breasts, rounding of her hips. “You look like a lady to me. One I might like to get to know a little better, if we can get you to act more ladylike.”
“Look up, lover boy. Know what that means?” Rudy pointed to the red light above her head. “Ladyhood left a heartache ago. Now we do what we must to survive.” She pivoted on a toe, wrapped her arm in Vix’s and sauntered to the door., “Come on in boys, but be warned, once you enter,” she looked over her shoulder, slowly licking her lips, “You’re mine until I let you go.”
Chapter 3
Like Lemmings following their leader, the men walked into the cottage. The warmth made sweat pop out on the men’s foreheads as they quickly started stripping off coats and boots.
“Uh-Uh! Animals stay out in the barn.” Rudy said, trying to push Blaze backwards.
“Woman, you know as well as I do that I am no mere animal.” He stood fast, not moving as she pushed her shoulder into his chest. “But if you really want to get close. . .” He shifted so that instead of her shoulder pushing on a furred chest, she was now wrapped in masculine arms and warm skin.
“Ah! I knew there must have been more to you.” She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. “So, all of you?”
Blaze nodded, as his hand reached up to stroke her ear. “So soft, I bet the rest of you is just as soft.” He whispered, “Can you shift too?”
A moan escapes Rudy before she could stop herself, then she twirled away from Blaze. “You boys will just have to find out how soft or hard I can be.” She walked backwards, her hand trailing the wall. “Now, the first rule is that while you are my guest, clothing is not allowed.”
Her hand grasped something hanging on the wall and she pulls it towards her so that the long thin, black handle rested between her breasts, a stark contrast on the white dress she wore. Keeping her hand steady, she slowly walked toward the group, her stilettos clicking on the floorboards. “Now, I think I mentioned clothing is not allowed, so strip boys. You too, Vixen. I wouldn’t want to leave you out of the fun.”
Vixen looked at the men, her face turning red. “I can’t. Not with them.”
“Oh, sweetie. You can and you will.” Rudy walked up to her, kissing her cheek. One hand resting on the side of Vix’ cheek, while the other swung the crop with a loud thwack as it hit her bottom, causing her to jump.
“Ow! Why did you do that?” Vix’s eyes water as she blinks quickly, one hand rubbing her bottom, the other starting to undo the buttons on her shirt.
“Ma chère, I told you, once you entered you were mine until I let you go. As mine, you must do what you are told.” The honey colored temptress looked over at the men who had been staring at the scene before them. “Do any of you need some . . . encouragement to undress.”
She stalked towards them, trailing the crop so that it hit her calf with soft thwack at each step. Stopping in front of Blaze, she lifted the crop up to rest on his chest, right at the jugular notch. “This spot, it is my favorite.” She tapped the crop lightly against it, then stood on tiptoes to place her lips against it.
Blaze could feel a smile on the lips that rested on his chest as another part of his anatomy came to life. He didn’t move, unsure of the game she played, but willing to let the little imp have her way, at least as long as it was fun. “It is my favorite spot too, second is the ear lobe.”
She ignored his comment, instead resting her head on his chest speaking to herself. “Hmm, you were the first to obey, or maybe you came ready?” her crop trailed down his chest to circle his rather large member. “But, what shall we do with you now?”
“I know!” Her voice perked up. “You can go to the kitchen and make us some tea. The kettle is on the stove, tea bags in the tin next to it. Cups are hanging and the tray should be on the counter.” Rudy pushed herself off of Blaze’s chest and waited for him to move.
“I’m not a maid, or a housekeeper. I don’t even drink that dishwater, unless it is boiled weed. Now if you want a drink, I’ll gladly go mix us one. See what mischief we can come up with once we have tied on a few.” He looked down at her, his scowl turning to a practiced grin.
“Oh and here I thought you would be the obedient one.” Rudy pouted, her crop tapping on Blaze’s aroused member with a light flick of her wrist.
“OW! Woman, stop that.” Blaze glared at her, covering his lobcock.
“Then be a good boy and do as your told.” Rudy holds his glare with one of her own, “It would be much more fun to reward your behavior.” She slowly brings the crop to her lips, kissing it, her eyes never leaving his, then turns to face the other six men. “Oh! Good you are all ready!” She clapped her hands like a school girl as she led them into the living area.
Unlike most living rooms, this was set up for pure comfort. A large fireplace took up the main wall, with bookcases on either side. In front of the fireplace, a large, thick bear rug invited you to come sit. Behind the bear rug a large, deep sofa had blankets piled in the corner. In front of the window that looked out onto the porch, a massive beanbag sofa sat. A small, white cat was curled up, sleeping on it. The final piece of furniture was an odd chair.
Dan walked over the chair, absently rubbing his hand on the leather cushion as his eyes ran over the craftsmanship. He looked up to see Rudy watching him.
“Do you like it? My dear husband, may he rot in hell, designed it for me. I thought to get rid of it, but then decided I would keep it as a memory of why only my rules matter.”
“I have never seen anything like it. Is it a morris chair?” The chair in question had slots that the back of the seat could rest in, so that you could be sitting up or reclining. The arms were wide planks of wood that could easily hold a cup on them.
“It is. Would you like me to demonstrate how it is used?” Rudy sauntered over to Dan, standing
so close to him that he could feel the rise and fall of her chest.
“Only if you would join us in undress.” He looked down her body at the body hugging sweater dress she wore, “Not that this isn’t pretty, but it’s not fair for you to be clothed.”
“Oh no, it is much more fun for me to play and you to wonder what is under here.” She grabbed Dan’s hand, pulling him to the front of the chair, then gently pushed him so he was reclining in the chair. “Now when my husband lived, devil take his soul, he would place me in this chair, much like I have you.”
She turned so that her back was to Dan, facing the rest of us. “Now we can truly start my games. Take a seat gentlemen and lady, get comfortable because you are mine.” She turned back to Dan, crouching down so that her mouth was inches above him. Blowing gently so that she stirred the fine hairs on his stomach, she explained. “My husband taught me many things.” She pulled out an extension of the arm that was oddly curved from the seat cushion upwards, then repeated it on the other side.
Dan was starting to squirm from Rudy’s breathe when she grabbed his ankle and lifted his leg to rest on the arm extension. With sure movements that belied practice, she wound a silk ribbon around his leg and the board, trapping it there. Before he could sit up, she had repeated the action to the other leg.
Standing, she climbed up Dan’s body so that she pinned him down with her own, “Ready?” she whispered.
“For what?”
“The games.” Rudy grabbed his arm and he allowed her to pull it above his head where she clinked the handcuff shut over it.
“Now, who is going to help me show Dan a good time?” She shimmied up his body so that her knees rested on the armrests on either side of him and she hiked her dress up to reveal creamy white skin. “Pran, I think you’re up first. Who do you think can get there first?”
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