Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho and Ho!!!

The eight sexy and buxom reindeer girls, naked and hungover, stepped out of the plane into the snowy landscape of Utqiagvik Alaska. They had hazy memories of how they got there or why they had voluntarily transformed into reindeer petgirls. They were cold and confused and all were feeling unfamiliar female arousal thanks to their significant genetic, physical and psychological modifications. They all knew that they needed to find a way back home but that might be more difficult than they thought, mainly because making a person into an anyhropet was illegal and that anthropet's were meant to be modified animals. Anthropet's were property.

"Is there a senders address?" Ryan asked, hoping that as lost property they might be returned to sender.

The freight officer looked at the shipping label, "No, there isn't. It just says 'To Santa Claus, North Pole'." He shrugged. "Looks like you girls are stuck here."

The eight reindeer girls exchanged worried glances. The freight officer looked at the shipping label, "No, there isn't. It just says 'To Santa Claus, North Pole'." He shrugged. "Looks like you girls are stuck here. But don't worry. I have just the place for you!" The freight officer said to the shivering petgirls. "Come on girls," he instructed them, walking over to his delivery van, opening the sliding door and motioning for the doe herd to climb into the back amongst the parcels and letters.

The doegirls were obedient to a fault and they all nervously clambered into the rear of the vehicle. It was quite closely packed in the interior and the girls found themselves pressing together, naked yelling body against naked yielding body. There was much blushing and heightening of arousal, the sexual tension palpable between the newly transformed girls as they jostled for position. It was strange. They all had small sets of antlers protruding from their heads, reindeer does being the only female deer that grew horns, and the girls with the largest horns, Jack, seemed to have the most dominance in the jostling and the other girls instinctively deferred to her. They assumed a natural hierarchy based on horn size in a few moments.

Jack, sensing her dominance, made Ryan, who was the smallest girl, sit on her lap. Ryan instinctively complied. Soon there were four pairs of more dominant doe girls with less dominant doe girls on their laps. It was all quite strange but also natural to them.

The van began to move, bumping along the snowy roads. The girls could feel the cold seeping into their bodies, exacerbating their nakedness and vulnerability. They huddled together, trying to find warmth in each other's bodies. As they drove, they couldn't help but wonder where they were being taken.

The van pulled up to a large building on the outskirts of town with a sign that read "Old MacDonald's Farm. Petgirl emporium." It was a modest two-story industrial building that had a large barn-like facade. Clearly it was a pet girl brothel. The freight officer opened the sliding door of the van and gestured for the reindeer girls to get out. "Out you get girls and look lively!" He said as he led them in the front door.

"Um, excuse me," Ryan said, trying to push her way to the front of the group, "but we don't belong here.

The freight officer chuckled, "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart." He said, patting her head condescendingly. "You're going to love it here."

As the door shut behind them, Ryan and the other reindeer girls found themselves in a dimly lit corridor with the sounds of moaning and grunting coming from behind closed doors.

"H-Hey!" Ryan stammered, feeling a wave of panic wash over her. "We don't belong here! We need to get out of here!"

The other girls looked at each other, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. Clearly none of them had ever been in a situation like this before.

Just then, a tall, burly man in overalls walked up to them. He had a grin that revealed a mouth full of crooked, yellow teeth. "Ah, Bert," he said in a deep, gravelly voice. "More lost property? Looks like a whole sleigh team! Just in time for Xmas!"

"Yeah Clay, these ones were bound for Santa's workshop. North Pole. Some practical joke it seems. I figure here is the best place to keep them until someone comes looking for 'em. How much you willing to pay me to stable the little doe eyed fuckers. They look horny as hell and I reckon you can whore 'em out for as long as it takes the owner to claim them. If the owner ever claims 'em if you get my drift." Bert leered.

Clay grinned and rubbed his hands together. "Now Bert, you know I don't like to talk about business in the halls. Let's go to my office and we can discuss this further."

The girls exchanged worried glances as they were led down a dimly lit hallway by Clay. The sounds of moaning and grunting grew louder with each step, and the smell of sex filled the air.

As they were led further into the building, Ryan could feel a sense of dread building up within her. She glanced back at the other girls, all of whom looked equally terrified. They were ushered into a small office where Clay closed the door behind them.

The office was dimly lit, with only a single bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a large desk in the center of the room, and on one side of it sat an old leather chair. Bert started to inspect each girl, checking out breasts, curves, teeth and their sexes. The girls quailed and shivered at his inspection feeling like animals being given the once over. "These are new pet girls I see..."

Bert said, his voice thick with lust. "You are one lucky sonofabitch Clay."

"Yeah," Clay replied, rubbing his hands together. "Looks like we've got ourselves a nice little harem here. Now, tell me, Bert, what do you think their worth is?"

"Well. Individually not much. But as a group at this time of year..."

Bert trailed off, his eyes gleaming with greed. "I'd say they're worth a pretty penny. Probably enough to make us both very happy."

Clay grinned widely, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "Excellent! So, what do you suggest we do with them?"

The other girls exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do or say in this terrifying situation. Ryan, however, knew that they needed to find a way out of here before it was too late. She steeled herself and stepped forward, trying to maintain a brave front despite the fear churning in her stomach.

"Um, excuse me," Ryan said, trying to push her way to the front of the group, "but we don't belong here. We need to go back to the Anthropet in San Diego. This was a publicity stunt." She lied.

Bert snorted. "Yeah, well, that's not happening, sweetheart."

Clay chuckled darkly. "I think Bert's right. It's too late for that now. Besides, you all look like you could use some... training." He leered at the girls. "And we're just the place to do it."

Ryan felt a surge of panic rise within her as she realized that they were in deep trouble. She had to think of something, anything to get them out of this situation. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for any kind of weapon or escape route. Suddenly, an idea struck her. "We are worth more to Anthropet than to you. They'll pay thousands for us..." she said.

Bert considered. "Yeah. Nah. Once they know I have their property they'll call the authorities and get you back and I'll have nothing. I know how those big corporations work. Nah. I like you girls. You'll be good earners and I want a peice of each of your asses too. Clay, we split their earnings twenty -eighty. Eight percent for me cause I got all the overheads. Feeding, boarding, medical and birth control. Ok?"

"You think this bitches are breeders?" Clay asked.

"Fuck knows. I'll get Doc Holloway over to check 'em and see. But these look like high end pet girls. So probably... if the get pregnant I don't want them. It's off to the knackers and glue factory..."

Bert slapped Clay on the back and laughed. "Good man. You know how to look after your investments." He turned to the girls, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. "So, ladies, it seems you're stuck with us for a while. Hopefully for good. I run a clean operation. No horse tranqilisers. Good feed. Warm stables. Hot showers once a day. All I ask is that you fuck and suck like good little petgirls. And remember bitches. It's Christmas. Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho." He said, pointing at each girl as he said ho, Bert and Clay laughing at his joke. "Now I'll get you a room each and you can start earning your keep..."

As Bert left the room, the girls exchanged terrified glances. They knew they were in deep trouble and had no idea how to get out of this situation. Meanwhile, Ryan's mind was racing. She had to find a way to escape or at least warn someone about what was happening.

The other girls, scared and confused, followed Bert to their designated rooms. Ryan, however, remained behind with Clay. She knew that she couldn't escape alone, and she needed Clay's help to do so. She played her trump card. "Look, Clay, I know you're not supposed to do this."

Clay smirked. "Yeah, and I don't give a fuck. You're mine now, bitch." He grabbed Ryan roughly, pulling her close.

Ryan winced as his hands brushed against her sensitive skin. "But, listen, I can make you a lot of money. More than Bert."

Clay paused, considering her offer. "Really?" He asked, his interest piqued. Ryan nodded vigorously. "Yes, I know someone who will pay you well for me. A lot more than Bert." She lied again, hoping that this would be enough to persuade him.

Clay grinned, his toothy smile revealing a gold tooth. "Okay, little petgirl, you got my attention. But I want something in return." Ryan swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Anything, just please let me go." She pleaded. "I want to fuck you first." He said bluntly.

Ryan felt a wave of fear wash over her that also aroused her sexually. She knew that refusing Clay would only lead to further **** and ****. She nodded her consent. "Fine," she whispered.

Clay grinned and grabbed Ryan roughly, pushing her onto the floor. He straddled her hips, pinning her down with his weight. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "This is going to hurt, but you'll like it."

Ryan felt a wave of excitement wash over her as Clay's cock pressed against her wet slit. With a forceful thrust, he entered her, causing her to cry out in pain and arousal. Petgirls were made for this. And she was a petgirl now.

Clay began to move his hips, fucking Ryan roughly against the cold floor. His grip on her hips tightened, bruising her skin. She felt him grow harder inside her with each thrust, filling her up completely. As he picked up speed, Ryan could feel herself getting closer and closer to climaxing.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Clay pulled out of her and shot his thick, hot cum across her face and into her mouth. She swallowed it down, tasting the bitter saltiness of his seed. He grinned and wiped his cock on her hair before standing up.

"Now, get cleaned up and go to your room. Tomorrow, you'll start earning your keep." He ordered. Ryan nodded, her mind reeling from the experience. She knew that this was just the beginning of her new life as a petgirl. A life of sexual servitude.

Ryan washed up quickly, trying to erase any trace of Clay's seed from her body. As she walked to her room, she could hear the other girls sobbing and moaning in their rooms. The sound of slapping and grunting filled the air, making her shudder with fear and arousal.

Once in her room, Ryan collapsed onto the bed, her body aching from Clay's rough treatment. She couldn't help but relive the experience over and over in her mind, her pussy tingling with anticipation for what was to come. As she lay there, she heard footsteps approaching her door.