Day two of Seasons Gainings. Featuring Prancer.


Seasons Gainings being, https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39402306/


As always,  rhoperg helped me make this.



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Day 2: Mistletoe




Prancer has the duty of setting the mistletoes around the area. She thought she got off with one of the easy chores, thinking she could just prance around and stick the mistletoes in place and be done. Sadly for her, the mistletoes weren’t decorated when she picked them up. They didn’t have the bells and ribbons to add to the Christmas flair, just the actual plants. Along with that, after setting each of them up she has to cover them up so there wouldn’t be a kissing fest during the work day. However, she did have help from one of the magical creatures working around the pole, a sugar golem. Their name was Rooty, and they were happy to help.


After Prancer was done dressing up a mistletoe and setting it upon a place above the first door she saw, she pranced pridefully to the next location. Her thinking was how good she looked compared to her rotund friends. While she was a bit chunky herself, not only was she the lightest of them all, but she was also the most nimble too. Thinking maybe if she played her cards right, Santa would let her back on the sleigh team easily.


"S-slow down please Miss Prancer! I'm not as fast as you." Both Prancer and her thoughts were halted, as she turned to wait for the golem.


"I'm sorry Rooty. I wasn't paying attention I guess. And please Rooty, just call me Prancer."


"Understood mis-er, Prancer. And it's alright, but do remember I’m not as fast as you." Prancer beamed at the golem calling her faster, but Rooty then pauses. "Oh Prancer, we've been at this for a while. Would you like a drink?"


The reindeer thought about it for a sec, kinda weirded by the question as she stopped herself from animatedly prancing to the next destination. "Uhhh, sure. I can go for a refreshment."


With glee, Rooty put their hand into their chest, and pulled out a gingerbread mug. The reindeer was taken aback at this sudden action of the golem, a bit surprised herself. "Uhhh, do you usually keep cups in your chest dear?" Prancer asked with concern.


"OH-oh no no. Magic sugar golem remember? I can make certain things out of my own body. For instance..." While holding the mug, Rooty then puts his other hand above it. Their hand then begins to dispense rootbeer. "See?" Prancer simply just watched the golem perform this action, a bit puzzled and confused about the intricacies of magic, it above her paygrade… if she had one.

When the mug was filled, Rooty handed it to Prancer. “Enjoy!”

Prancer looked at the liquid inside of the gingerbread mug. She was hesitant about drinking something that came out of an animate golem and that had so much magic used to create it but… she didn’t want to be rude. Taking it into her hooved hands, she took a tiny sip. Her eyes widened, and she began to chug the drink entity. It was some of the best root beer she ever had by far. “My goodness Rooty! This is delicious!”

“Thank you Prancer. I try my best.”

“Might I have some more?”

“Of course!” Rooty refills the mug with his hand spigot. “And feel free to eat the mug as well.”

“Oh I couldn’t dear! This is so nice.”

“Don’t worry about it, I can make more just as easily as I made that one.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Prancer drinks the soda inside the mug, she then takes a bite out of it. The combination of the root beer and the gingerbread was surprisingly tasty, so much so that she ate it in seconds. “Wow! That’s some good gingerbread Rooty! You should work in the food department, I could go for this anytime!”

“Heh, well… thanks. Anyway, let’s keep moving shall we Prancer? We have a lot more mistletoes to set up.”

“Right you are dear.” The two head off to continue their task. One after another, the two managed to hang up all the mistletoes, the task being questionably easy for one who could simply fly in the air at will like her. Meanwhile, Prancer would ask Rooty for a root beer filled mug continuously as they set up the decadent plants up above. The sweet taste of that sugary delight easily being addictive to her. By the time they were done, she nearly ate a gingerbread’s loft worth of cups along with a gallon worth of root beer.

Her prances through the air as their job continued became less and less elegant, her belly now inflated and gurgling with its sweet contents. Her belly looked as if she swallowed a beach ball full of concrete with how she was now struggling with getting into the air. The fitting dress she was wearing was now bunched up under her breasts and above her expanded gut, it now on display for all to see. Especially the golem which kept its focus on its job and feeding her ever more sugary liquid.

Though as Prancer looked up, there was still one last place to put the last mistletoe she just noticed she had in her hand. It was high up in one of the taller rooms. Both Prancer and her stomach groaned at the sight, the thought of lifting up in the air once again being not very favorable in her bloated condition. Yet the task must be done, so even though she was overstuffed, she jumped up, launching toward the ceiling slowly. Once she pinned the last mistletoe up there, she started floating on down, her belly complaining all the way down as she lost her balance and started to tilt downward and accelerate toward the floor.

The golem noticed this though and stretched their arms out, catching the falling reindeer before she slammed onto the floor. Rooty held her close, Prancer staying still till her belly stopped telling her to throw up her sugary contents. “Th-HIC-thanks Rooty. Ugh... I think I overdid it with the root beer.”

“I think you did.” Replied the golem, as they gently let the bloated reindeer down.

Prancer sets her hooves on the ground and looks back at the golem, a smile on her face. She gets up on the tips of her feet and gives a little smooch to the now surprised animate snack.

“A little gift for helping out today Rooty, and saving my tail. T’was fun.” Prancer then starts to gently prance away. “Come by my place sometime. Would love to spend more time with you and your delectable creations!”