The Christmas Movie Cumslut Caper

North Pole, Earth
December 22

“Dang, Canada’s super cold, and only one guy lives here!” Lyra shivered as the two mares approached the cozy, snow-drifted house near the airdrop. The couple were dressed from hoof to muzzle in matching boots and parkas that were just the cutest ever! “Where’s all the maple syrup and hockey?”

“This is the North Pole!” Bon Bon shouted over the howling winds. She pulled her coat tightly against her barrel. “We’re going to Canada after we take care of the mission!”

As the couple stood on a welcome mat and stamped the snow from their hooves, they felt a blast of warm air as a finely carved wooden door swung open. Standing above them was a large and elderly human man with a huge white beard, dressed all in red and white fur.

“You must be Mr. Claus,” Bon Bon surmised. “We were sent by S.M.I.L.E. to solve your little holiday problem!”

“Ho ho ho!” he human chuckled, his rosy cheeks dimpling at the sight of the Equestrian visitors. “Such toyetic little ponies! Come in and have some hot cocoa-ho-ho!”

Lyra grinned like a foal. “Cocoa? Love that for me!”

Within Mr. Claus’ house, smaller humans no larger than ponies rushed about, carrying large presents topped with colourful bows. The scents of cider and spice could be smelled everywhere, a pleasant atmosphere not far from the one to be found in Bon Bon’s bustling candy shop back in Ponyville. Yet this building seemed not to be a store or restaurant, but a busy workshop. The small humans were hard at work fashioning toys: wooden blocks, model trains, and marching tin soldiers that wound up with springs. Far from the technological wonders the two mares had come to expect from Earth, these were relatively primitive toys, which would not have seemed out of place in Equestria!

Bon Bon and Lyra sat at a work table and looked about, surveying the scene and trying to determine what evil had interfered with the cozy magic of this wholesome holiday. Mr. Claus swiftly returned, setting down two large mugs of cocoa before the two ponies, each topped with a huge and fluffy marshmallow.

Bon Bon eyed her human host a bit suspiciously. “Mr. Claus, I’ve read the mission briefing, and I have one question: you say you deliver toys to all the children of Earth?”

The old man looked shiftily from side to side as Lyra began to slurp her cocoa. “Not all of them, but that’s the gist of it.”

Bon Bon folded her hooves skeptically. “And you do all this in a single night?”

Mr. Claus chuckled. “Christmas Eve! The biggest night of the year, around here!”

“Nom nom nom...” Lyra added, hungrily chewing upon the marshmallow that floated in her cocoa mug. It was so large and delicious that it couldn’t help but remind her of Bon Bon’s plot. “Mmm, sit on my face, you sexy marshmallow...”

Bon Bon tried to ignore the constant horniness of her dork of a marefriend. “You put all these toys in a big sack?” she continued, glaring at the elderly human.

“The biggest!” Mr. Claus agreed.

“And you put that sack in a sleigh, which is pulled by magical reindeer?”

“Ho ho ho, exactly!”

Bon Bon nodded firmly. “I have just one question, Mr. Claus... why do you do any of this?”

“Ho, ho... whaaa?”

“Why risk the safety of Christmas every year with this absurd system? It’d be way more efficient to use delivery drones, or teleportation magic! Or you could just have the kids’ parents—”

“This is an ancient tradition!” The old man’s voice rumbled angrily. “I’ve been doing this for hundreds of years!”

“Let it go, baby,” Lyra interjected, a beard of marshmallow fluff now covering her muzzle. “I bet some of Equestria’s traditions seem super weird to humans. Like cuteceañeras, or royal incest!”

“Hrm, you’re right,” Bon Bon mused, pulling back her puzzlement. “S.M.I.L.E. agents are always culturally sensitive... which is why I couldn’t bring home a bottle of zebra cum for you, Lyra, they wanted me to drink it all there!”

“Ugh, I told you it was fine, stop bringing it up...” Lyra muttered.

“Ahem... well, how can we help you, Mr. Claus?” Bon Bon asked with a smile.

“Come with me,” the human nodded. “It’s hard to explain, you’ll have to smell for yourself.”

“Smell?” Bon Bon wondered, but she didn’t need to wonder for long. Lyra happily hovered her marefriend’s cocoa for her, as the two ponies followed Mr. Claus into a cozy wooden stable next door to his workshop. The air within was crisp, and practically dripping with the exotic reek of strange and pent up males!

Within the stable could be found a number of stalls, each with the antlered head of a reindeer poking out and staring at the visitors. These were strong, virile bucks capable of pleasuring a female of any species... and from the way they smelled, pussy was a long forgotten memory to them!

“Oh, fuck, Bon Bon, make me pregnant, right now!” Lyra’s tail shot up and her glistening lips swelled and throbbed at that exciting scent. “Give me a million earth pony babies!”

“M-maybe later, sweetie... geeze, why do I love this weirdo?” She had to remind herself that this was Lyra’s first mission for S.M.I.L.E. Bon Bon was quite accustomed to being helplessly desired by strange creatures in foreign lands, not to mention fucking her way out of danger, but the heavy scent of this stable could drive even a seasoned agent to the point of madness!

“Mmm, lookie here, boys...” growled an especially large deer whose stall was labelled “Donner.” “Looks like the old man finally brought us some fresh meat...”

“I call dibs on the fat unicorn!” shouted a smaller buck known as Prancer.

“Hey!” Lyra protested, looking back at her plot with a sour expression. Maybe she sported a little extra cushion back there, but that only proved how much she loved her marefriend’s sweet candy concoctions! Anyways, a big butt made it easier to sit on benches!

“I think we see what you need, Mr. Claus,” Bon Bon nodded knowingly, her nose eagerly soaking up the tangy scent of virile buck, “but how’d you get into this pickle?”

“My boys refuse to fly!” Mr. Claus bemoaned. “Vixen won’t be their cumdump anymore, and now their nuts are backed up from here to the equator! And it’s just a few days until Christmas Eve, ho, ho, ho!”

“Vixen, eh?” Bon Bon quickly counted the stalls in the stable, as a shy reindeer doe nervously waved at the couple from one of them. “W-wait, you’ve only got one doe for 8 bucks?”

“Sounds like heaven...” Lyra murmured dreamily.

“Not if the orgy lasts hundreds of years,” Bon Bon pointed out.

“Indeed,” Mr. Claus grumbled. “I thought I’d solved the problem when I hired that cute femboy Rudolph, but he just made it worse! He’s the horniest reindeer of all, but half the guys won’t even look at that little ho, ho, ho!”

“Oh, I look, Santa,” Donner snorted. “I just ain’t gay.”

“Hey, any hole’s a goal, bro,” Dancer shrugged.

“Don’t blame Vixen, Mr. Claus,” Bon Bon scolded. “If she’s stopped putting out, it means the guys aren’t satisfying her anymore. They’re taking her for granted!” Bon Bon put her hoof on her marefriend’s wither. “Lyra, what if you head into Vixen’s stall and give her a little love, while I teach these rowdy bucks how they ought to treat a doe?”

“Yay!” Lyra practically leapt into Vixen’s stall. Beaming with a big smile, the eager would-be deerfucker playfully rubbed her muzzle against the doe’s trembling body. “Ready for some real fun, cutie?” she asked playfully.

“Oooh, a unicorn mare, I always dreamed...” Vixen’s lips descended towards Lyra’s, meeting them gently in a tender kiss. Lyra’s hooves stroked Vixen’s coat, and her horn lit up with a soothing magic, reaching down and gently stroking against the deer’s sore and swollen labia.

“Oh, poor sweetheart,” Lyra murmured. “All those rough bucks who only care about their own pleasure. Here, let Lyra take care of you. I’ll teach you how to love again... with steamy lesbian squirt-sex...”

“Dang, lookit that girl on girl action!” Comet practically drooled as he looked over the wooden divider into Vixen’s stall.

“Eyes up here, boys!” Bon Bon insisted with a stomp of her hoof. Trotting up and down the stalls, the fit secret agent twitched her tail saucily at a whole herd of pent up bucks. “I hear you’re tired of having venison every day,” she teased. “Well, who wants to try a nice, juicy pony flank steak?”

The strong and tough earth pony was very much prepared for rough treatment from eight horny males... and the sway of her hips as she began to strut commanded their attention! Thanks to her strenuous gym regimen, Bon Bon’s body was designed for ultimate pleasure, and she knew it. Her ass was solid and muscular, yet well tenderized from being pounded into her sofa cushion by Lyra’s magic strapon. Her teats were well sized, and promised to make perfect, perky pacifiers for two lucky reindeer. Her pussy was wet and winking — and with one well timed swish of her tail, its scent cut right through the fog of frustrated musk, bringing every buck present to full mast in seconds.

“D-d-damn!”

“That smell!”

“That ass!”

“Dem horse titties!”

“Let’s show this bitch some reindeer games!”

The doors to the reindeers’ stalls swung open like gates at a racetrack, and in an instant Bon Bon was swarmed by the lean yet muscular bodies of the bucks. Hooves went roughly to her plot and her teats, and her lips suddenly felt unskilled pressure and the repulsive odour of a hay scented kiss.

“Eew!” Bon Bon practically gagged on the foreign tongue that pushed rudely into her mouth. Thankfully, the smell of reindeer breath was swiftly replaced by the much more pleasant stench of an unwashed cock slapping her between her eyes. When it came to males, Bon Bon greatly preferred the end with a dong attached! She put out her tongue and began to lick up and down the slender shaft, eagerly washing out the grassy taste in her mouth with the salty savour of dick sweat.

Bon Bon’s fellow ungulates boasted long and skinny dicks, exotic specimens that thrilled her to her core, and heavy balls that churned with untasted deer sperm. Falling back beneath their rough treatment, she soon found herself on her back with a cock thrusting deep into each hole and a fourth slapped between her teats. As the bucks settled in to their desperate humping, sharing the earth pony between them, Bon Bon relaxed her plothole, skilfully reached out all four of her hooves and began to stroke up and down the remaining dicks, not wanting anycreature to be left out.

Though their lovemaking was hardly sophisticated, the sheer desperation of these reindeer was its own turnon where Bon Bon was concerned. Huge and swollen sacks smacked against her body with each thrust. Her nipples pulsed as her teats were roughly fucked by a babbling buck. Thanks to the unusual thinness of reindeer dick, her plot felt full and empty at the same time, as a buck rammed in and out of the puckered tailhole Lyra loved to kiss. Bon Bon’s cervix clenched at the strange penis that dove into her womb, stroking her deeply from the inside.

Yet before Bon Bon could ride these strange pleasures to a climax — her first since her marefriend had rubbed her off during the trip through the portal — the three bucks inside her cried out with premature happiness and deluged Bon Bon’s holes with pent up floods of thick sperm. Geeze, no wonder Vixen’s pissed off! she thought to herself. Even stallions last longer than that!

Yet Agent Sweetie Drops was always a professional, especially when it came to stroking the tender male ego. “Not bad, boys,” Bon Bon forced a smile as she chugged down the last of Blitzen’s cum and licked her lips. “You’ve got enthusiasm, for sure, but you need to learn some technique if you want to win back Vixen’s heart. Now, remember, when you’re with a girl—hey, watch it!”

Interrupting her lesson with a cackle of evil glee, Donner stepped on Bon Bon’s barrel, pinning her down beneath his superior weight. “See, these ponies ain’t so tough!” he boasted. “She lost to our dicks right away! Why, I bet we could take over Equestria, all by our—glurrk!”

Over the years, Donner had made Vixen utter many a glurrk! with his quick, powerful face fucking thrusts. Yet in all these centuries, he’d never said it himself. He glurrked now because Bon Bon had swung her back hooves around his neck, cutting off air from his windpipe. In an instant the seemingly harmless mare had him on the floor in a sleeper hold, her front hooves positioned and ready to snap his neck, her burning eyes glaring dangerously into his own.

“Don’t even think about it, my guy,” Bon Bon hissed. “You don’t want to know what happened to the last gang of reindeer who tried to take over Equestria.”

“Ulp...” Donner whimpered. Bon Bon looked over the group of shocked bucks, her legs shifting slightly to keep Donner locked down tight as he struggled. “Now, who here wants to learn how to eat a girl out?” she asked cheerfully.

Seven sets of hooves went tentatively up, even as their friend struggled mightily for air. “Alright...” Bon Bon nodded at Comet and Cupid, two of the bucks she’d been giving hoofjobs to. “You two, come here... you on my pussy, and you on my ass.”

“Eww, the ass, that’s gross!” Cupid complained.

“Not as gross as a buck who can’t satisfy his doe!” Bon Bon lifted her leg lock on Donner’s neck, and surveyed the other nervous deer as he crawled away and gasped for breath. It would be a tough assignment, transforming these toxic, quick shot dudebros into Vixen’s personal harem of caring and compassionate studs... but Bon Bon was a professional, and Christmas needed saving!

“As for you guys...” she sternly ordered the remaining deer, “my marefriend’s cocoa mug is empty. I want to see it full of hot and frothy nut. Get clopping, guys! And, Mr. Claus, get her another one of those big marshmallows.”

“You’re the best, baby!” Lyra called out from Vixen’s stall, before diving right back into juicy reindeer muff.

“C’mon, you little cuties...” Bon Bon lay on her back in the hay and gently stroked the short manes of Comet and Cupid, as the youngest of the bucks took their places at her crotch. The six other males stood around Lyra’s cocoa mug and began to stroke themselves with their front hooves, nervously glancing back at the strong and dominant mare who was determined to tame them.

It’s a tough job, Bon Bon thought to herself, as thin deer tongues began to lap and sample her creampied holes, but somepony’s got to do it...