This is just the beginning of the Deer-cember plot, but this will eventually contain bondage and kidnapping themes. Even so, this part should be 100% safe for work, so if you like it please do let me know what you think!

I was going to post these a lot sooner but sadly, life tends to get in the way. I'll be sure to post another one tomorrow.
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"Excuse me."

The doe receptionist looked up from filing her nails, eyes meeting those of a very shaggy but VERY handsome reindeer buck. He was dressed surprisingly well, in a suit and tie and everything, clutching a binder close to his chest. "I have an appointment with a Mister Briar?"

The doe, Posey, looked at him over the rim of her glasses as she gave him a once over. "Sir, it's not every day that Mister Briar gets visitors without my knowing. Who exactly are you?"

"Alban! Alban Firr!" The buck said, hand shooting out for a handshake… which he hesitantly retracted upon meeting the doe's withering glare. "I uh. We went to school together. Our dads knew each other…?"

"...I see." Posey would press the intercom button. "Mister Briar. There's a Alban Firr here to see you?" She let go of the button, looking to Alban as she waited for her boss to reply.

No response.

But there was a loud thumping of running hooves as the Head of the Mulefia, Don Julius Briar Jr himself, ran towards his office door and swung it open with enough force to rattle the picture frames on the walls.

"YOU!"

"ME!"

The mule embraced the reindeer buck, laughing and tousling his furry muzzle. "How the hell have you been, you massive stinking hairball?" He mushed his cheeks, beaming. "What, you too good to write? Call me?"

"I tried! You never wrote back!" Alban would laugh, hugging his old friend.

"And my cell?"

"I tried to call you but all I got was some grandpa in the south of Floranceville!"

"Shit, my fault then. Posey!" The normally calm amd collected leader of the Mulefia snapped, making the doe jump. "Order up some bagels, yknow the really nice ones from Froufrou's. Alban, come in, sit sit! How have you been?"

"Well, I've been swell, just swell. We have a lot to catch up on, but I do have a reason for being here…" he would head into the other's office, still clutching his binder close and settling in a chair. "Now, yknow Im not the type to ask for favors, be they from the Mulefia or from any other pals of mine. But…" his fingers tapped on his folder and Julius sat in his office chair. "Gosh, Julius, I… It tears me up inside to be bothering you like this. But I ain't got much of a choice."

"Alban, my dear sweet friend, we've known each other for how long?" Julius was already popping open some sparkling cider bottles for them, "You're a brother to me, you stupid shag carpet! Tell me what you need and I will do my damnedest to get it for you. Here."

He would give him one of the bottles, Alban's favorite brand…

"Ah, Julius… you can't say such nice things to a guy and not expect him to get the honeyglow in his cheeks." The reindeer would say, waving him off and takimg a swig of the cider. "Mmmm… well. Alright. It's…It's about my girlfriend."

Julius would sip his own drink, nodding. "Mmm? Oh you met a pretty girlie at the Northern Lights Flight School then? When can we meet up?"

"Sooner than you think."

Alban would hand off the folder, sitting back and sighing. "I…Alright here's the thing. I need you to do me this huge favor and just… get her and her squad out of the way."

"Mmmm?" Julius would raise an eyebrow at Alban as he opened the folder. Inside were dossiers, photos and schedules of a handful of reindeer ladies. "Never thought you were that cold blooded, heh."

"What?! No no not like that! I just!" He sat down, head in his hand. "Let me just…" he sighed and looked back up.

"Look, Holly and I. We love each other. That much is true! But she… she and I are in the same flight class, and when we all graduated, it was her Squad that got chosen to do the Silent Night Delivery Drop off. They got the best marks, and all but…"

"But?" Julius grinned, leaning forward and tutting at his friend. "You jealous?"

"No! I'm not! Just! They cheated!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, one of her Squadmates, Gracie, she got in real good with one of the graders and she got them to up their grades. Not to say they arent talented but… I'm worried. This is a 24 hour flight, Julius, they cant afford to have subpar fliers out there. Not when the majority of the world is counting on them to deliver Presents…"

"I didn't think that that much of the world celebrated the Holidays."

"No, they don't but it's tradition for the Northern Lights Flight School to be the one to distribute supplies and needed materials to settlements and cities all over the world. Not a single one can get missed, y'know? And there's always a list, made up way ahead of time. So there's no excusing missing anything, not even a single village…"

"Mmm…I see, this is pretty fuckin' serious. So what, you want my boys and I to go and kidnap your girlfriend?"

"Not just her. The whole squad." Alban explained, sighing. "I just. Holly is great but I can't help but worry. Some of her Squad…they can be catty, and sway her away from honest work and towards doin' things the shady way. I just… I'm worried about her, maybe I sound like a fucking controlling freak, I don't know…"

"Hey." The Don would get up, pulling up a chair beside his friend. "I get where you're coming from. Sometimes we do crazy shit when we're in love." Another swig from his bottle. "And believe you me. I know the feeling. So I'm gonna help you out with this. I'll need to call in a few favors but…" Julius would stand, going back to the folder. "It looks like we'll save plenty of time with intel gathering."

"Yeah! I knew it wouldn't be right to just drop this on ya, especially since I've been away at Flight School for like, ever. So I did a lot of recon work on these girls, just like old times." Alban said with a smile.

"Honestly? If flight school doesn't work out, you really should come work for me, your intel gathering skills are so damn thorough and neat…" The leader of the Mulefia would flip through the clean and carefully detailed schedules and photos of all the targets in question, complete with idiosyncrasies and notes that might help in determining if they'd go down without a fight…

"Any requirements for this sort of thing?" Julius would ask, already writing things down in a beat up old notebook. "And what happens after we're done?'

"Oh well. The girls can stay locked up for all I care. But Holly gets let go. And as for requirements, uh… well… we kind of have to do this in quick order, yknow? We have to make sure the whole squad is taken out almost together, otherwise people are gonna get suspicious." Alban would take another swig of his cider. "Can we do that?"

"We might cut it close. But how well do your boys know the routines that are required for the Silent Night Flight?"

"They know it surprisingly well. We came in just behind the girls in terms of competency and test scores so…"

"So we can forget worrying about the boys not having time to prep." Another swig and Julius would set his bottle aside. "This wouldn't come cheap, but for you, I'll gladly eat the costs."

"Julius!" Alban stood up, flushed and looking startled. "You! You don't have to keep making exceptions for me! I'm willing to pay you properly for this…!"

"I refuse." The mule replied, standing to look Alban in the eye. "You're my best friend, idiot. This means the world to you. I don't want your money. But." He would lean over and boop him on the snout. "I DO want you to come over more. I miss you. The guys here miss you."

"I…" Alban's shoulders sagged as he shook his head. There was no arguing with Julius when his mind was set on something. "Fine. I'll come by more. But just. I don't want people to think I'm just taking advantage of our friendship!"

"You aren't. All of this, I give freely." Julius paused, as his cell phone buzzed and chimed. "Ah. Posey's outside with the bagels. You hungry?"

"Starving, actually…"