Here we see newlyweds Clarice and Rudolph in their home away from home in Whistler, Canada.

Warning: suggestive description.

Clarice wanted their first night to be every bit as memorable as their wedding day. And she knew how.
As they started settling into a thicket, Clarice asked in a soft voice “Rudolph, would you do me a favor?” “Anything for you, sweetie.” Rudolph replied. “Do you want me to give you a massage?” “That would be nice, but what I have in mind is much more exciting.” Clarice said as she raised her tail and gave Rudolph a wink. “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, hero.,” Clarice said sensually.
Even though Rudolph knew what Clarice wanted, he decided to joke around with her. “Come again?” he asked. (Pun intended) “I’m hoping you could fill my stocking.” Clarice said. “Totally lost” said Rudolph. “I’m hoping you could help me build a snowman.” said Clarice. “Claire, it’s summer,” Rudolph replied. “Seriously, Rudy?” said Clarice, losing patience. Rudolph chuckled, “I know. I was just messing with you.” Rudolph then tackled Clarice to the ground and gave her a fifteen second French kiss. “Now,” he said, “allow me to show you how a hero makes love.” “Bring it on!” said Clarice.
Rudolph had already gone down in history. Now he was going down on Clarice.

No, I have no intention of drawing them actually doing it. I’m not that dirty.

Rudolph © Rankin/Bass and Robert May