Impregnated by Reindeer at Christmas

I realized that the reindeer weren’t exactly talking to me anymore. It was almost like the things they told me were in my own voice now. Like thoughts and ideas that seem to be mine, but also seemed foreign at the same time.

Like there was a suggestion that I was starting to get too hot, that maybe I should take off my clothes. I argued with myself or a moment, saying No, why would I take my clothes off? But then the dominant, rational voice said Of course, you should take your clothes off. Of course you want to feel the soft fur of the pelts, and of the reindeer, against your skin.

So I did that. I took off all my clothes, then I lay back on one of the pelts. Immediately, all six of the reindeer surrounded me, nudging at my flesh with their noses until my legs were spread wide. There was a part of me—the really far away, small part—that was still scared, terrified even. But the dominant part wanted it. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have these wild animals inside me. So I gripped my knees with my hands and pulled my legs open as wide as I could.