She had been leeching off of him

Rudolph was never talented athleticaly, but Santa felt there was something holding him back even before all this mess begun

For someone with his build Rudolph's gains were allways a bit too small, and Saint Nick suspected it was due to the magic of the north pole. It was mostly harmless, but every so often an overtly sensitive foal would get some adverse effects. It was very rare, but mostly affected boys, the peacefull magic getting messed up and killing their testosterone

Rudolph was an almost textbook example. He was unusualy short, scrawny and short-breathed, his muscles almost didn't respond to training, and he was practicaly unaffected by puberty. His "masculity" especialy, remaining a childish 2 inch microdick barely capable of getting hard that would cum droplets after mere seconds

The only reason he wasan't automaticaly set up for a deeper screening and possible treatment was that his height and specialy his weight were just slightly above the oficial threshold. Still, Santa expected the beneficial magic of the training grounds to reverse any possible lingering issues

The good'old man remembers with bitterness how Blizen herself sugested that the reindeers training grounds be blessed with spells of sharing and exange, so that a reindeer could, say, exange a bit of his biceps to better recover a twisted ankle, or lose some abs in exange for a larger ribcage and more breath. Teams could also help one another by donating some of what they had in exess for struggling teammates

Blizen had abused that sistem to steal all she could from Rudolph ever since he started training with the sled reindeers three years ago. That was the true reason for his stagnation and regress, and for her monumental and sudden improvment. She was allways the top of the ****, but in the last two years she had started pulling almost double the amount of Comet, the second best

All this was already more than enouth to have Blizen disonorably discharged and Rudolph handsomly rewarded. But it wasan't the worst she had done. Not by far

This was the reason Santa didn't yet call the reindeer to have a talk. He couldn't belive his eyes when he read the report. He had to check for himself if it was true

The old man closes his eyes, and his gaze travels beyond the walls of his office, confirming what he had feared