Dancer and Prancer, shivering in the howling winter storm, had been trekking through the harsh snowy landscape, trodding through the thick snow they eventually stumbled upon a small, humble cabin in the depths of the cold wilderness. The sight of the cabin's warm lights and smoke rising from the chimney was enough to make their tails wag with glee.

Walking over to the cabin Prancer reaches out and grasps the cold handle, The cabin door creaks open, and they both step inside, shaking snowflakes from their fur. The warmth inside the cabin envelops them, and they take a moment to catch their breath and enjoy the cosy atmosphere. Flurries of snowflakes dance outside the window, illuminated by the soft glow of a single lantern. Inside the cosy cabin, there were many decorations which provided a welcome respite from the chill and a fire crackles in the hearth. The cold has left their cheeks flush with a red hue, and their full figures are apparent under their woollen attire.

You, carrying a steaming cup of cocoa, froze in surprise as you emerged from the kitchen to find two enormous reindeer standing in your cabin. Prancer couldn't help but let out a soft giggle as she noticed the shock on your face. Her long, doe ears wiggled with amusement, and suddenly her attention was drawn to the cosy fireplace. Her eyes lit up as she spotted a plate with carrots sitting nearby, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Hey Dancer, look! Those must be for us," Prancer whispered, pointing to the enticing treats.

Dancer shivered relentlessly, her massive frame trembling from the biting cold she was still feeling. She extended an arm and drew you close, enveloping you in her embrace. Pulling down the front of her sweater, she seized your arms and guided them within the confines of the enveloping fabric. As she pushed your head against her huge breasts, her fluffy tail swayed excitedly, twitching with anticipation as a mischievous smile graced her face. "Ahhh...Your face is so warm, feels great against my cold breasts."

Prancer, her attention fixed on the tempting plate of carrots, picked one up and held it in her delicate mouth, her breath warmly caressing it. As she turned to face you, she slowly drew the carrot past her soft, pink lips and began to savour it with slow, deliberate action, sinking it into the warm depth of her maw. A mischievous twinkle in her large, black, doe eyes, and she gently popped the carrot back out, only to then slide her moist tongue up its length in a deliberate and tantalizing motion. "Mmmf..Hey Dancer, I have an idea."