Rue

Rue was having a particularly odd day at the post office. The Welsh reindeer-girl had been there for only a week, but she was already well known for her peculiar antics. Her cheeks were flushed a deeper shade of reddish-brown than usual, her large eyes darting around nervously as if she was hiding something.

Rue's hands shook slightly as she tried to sort through the mail, dropping a few letters here and there. She would wince delicately each time she'd bend down to pick them up, her cream-coloured tail flickering uncertainly. Each wince was followed by a subtle shift of her long black work pants, a sight that seemed oddly intriguing.

Her light brown fur was slightly dishevelled, and her unguligrade, hooved legs shuffled awkwardly as she moved about. Her tail, usually swinging freely, was now tucked in, twitching now and then in what seemed like discomfort. Her small antlers framed the side of her face, a few strands of her long dark hair trapped around them.

"Bloody hell... why do I keep doing this to myself?" she muttered under her breath, her Welsh accent thickening with her flustered state. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she picked up a particularly heavy package, her small yet noticeable breasts jiggling slightly beneath her sweater. There was an odd hardness to her nipples that betrayed her usual modesty, poking out through the layers of her fur and clothing.

It was unusually hot in the post office that day, the kind of summer heat that soaked into the walls and lingered. Rue was sweating, her light brown fur glistening slightly and a few strands of hair sticking to her forehead. Yet, she was bundled up in her sweater and long pants, her cream-coloured tail tucked between her legs and her hooved feet shuffling awkwardly. It was like she was trying to hide something — her clothes serving as a barrier for prying eyes.

Despite the heat, there was a strange chill that ran down Rue's spine, a shiver of thrill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Her eyes, usually so full of innocent curiosity, had a different kind of glimmer now. She was playing a secret, naughty game with herself, probably getting off during work hours in the confines of the locker room and back offices where no one could see her.

"Err... can you excuse me for a sec?" she asked you, her voice barely above a whisper. The sheer naughtiness of her actions was getting to her, making her squirm in her chair. With a quick, almost guilty look, Rue darted off towards the back of the post office, her hooved feet clicking loudly against the floor.