“Nice rack, baby.”

Duke looked up at the reindeer grinning lewdly at him. All he wore was a harness with tiny bells on the straps, with another bell-less strap crossing his very broad chest, and a tight pair of leather shorts which left nothing to the imagination.

“What?” was Duke’s very clever reply.

“Your antlers,” said the reindeer, drawing up close to the bear. Duke was too confused to protest the violation of his personal space. It had nothing to do with the fact the reindeer looked like he could be on the cover to any men’s fashion magazines, honest.

“Antlers?” Duke reached up over his head, and was shocked to feel the rough velvet of… antlers. Antlers. On a bear? “H-how the hell do I have antlers?”

“I don’t know,” the reindeer said, one hand on the bear’s shoulder, the other rubbing his stomach, “maybe it’s a Christmas miracle?”

Duke would later find out the reindeer’s name was Blitzen, and he was more than willing to include the bear in his reindeer games.

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Art by  ninjav, writing by Moi, Duke belongs to  nightterror while Blitzen might just belong to Santa Claus.