Mrs. Claus Gets Elfed (Stocking Stuffers) by Sapphire Del Rey

Chapter One
     
    “Thank God that’s over for another
year,” Mrs. Claus, Candy to her friends, grumbled as she watched her husband,
Santa, pull away from the North Pole’s launch pad in his sleigh.   “This gets worse every year.   Damn kids and their need to have it
all.   Time was, they’d be satisfied with
a stick horse and some gum.   It’s not as
if we’re not all busting our asses for those ungrateful brats.”
    She hated to complain, but really,
each year, the “wish lists” submitted by children became longer and longer and
filled with more hard to obtain items – like the one little girl who wanted not
just a pony, but a pure-bred Arabian from bloodlines thought to belong to a
long-dead desert prince from the eighteenth century.   Now, even adults were sending her husband their “want lists,”
feeling a bit too grown up for a Wish List, but still wanting free stuff.   All that meant was more work for her and the
elves.   Certainly not for her husband,
the man who got all the glory and did none of the work.   Prick.
    No, the real hard work was left to
her and the elves.   From sorting the
lists to figuring out who was naughty and who was nice, even down to packing
the sleigh, she and the elves did it all.   Most of the time, that meant she was too tired at night for any nookie,
but still, it would have been nice if the bastard had offered.   Even once.   But no.   He told her he was
holding out for when she “slimmed down to her old Size-0 figure” because she’d
really let herself go – at least in his words.   As if he had room to talk, the fat pig.
    What he really meant was that he
was more than happy to bang young college co-eds with huge, fake tits whenever
he wanted, while she stayed home and played “mommy” to the elves.   It wasn’t even as if she was as big as he
was these days.   Was she curvy?   Certainly and her currently Size-6 dresses
proved it.   But she was nothing like the
rotund woman the media liked to portray her as.
    And as for the elves, well, there
were days she wanted to do more than “play mommy” with them, but if that was
their thing, then she could be into whatever they wanted.   It took all kinds and she was more than
willing to adjust accordingly.
    “He’s gone, babe.”   From somewhere behind her, the voice of one
of the elves came floating out of the darkness.   “What say we get this party started?”
    “Sure.   What the hell.”   Turning,
Mrs. Claus found Jimmy – or it could have been Johnny or even Claude, since all
the male elves looked pretty much the same – waiting to escort her back to the
main toy assembly room where the shop floor had been cleared and a giant party
room had been set up.
    Every year, once the fat man was on
his way, she and the elves broke out the booze and snacks and lived it up.   Fitting since she had no doubt her husband
was busy screwing his way across the globe at that very moment.   She had considered not holding the party
this year, mostly since the elves took weeks to recover and there was more than
one baby elf running around that hadn’t been here last year at this time.
    Then she’d thought of her jolly old
horny husband again and decided she had nothing to loose.   She wanted to party, so why not?   It was only one night and if some elf got
knocked up, she’d deal with it later.
    “Lead the way,” she told the elf
beside her, taking a moment to study his ass as he turned to lead her into the
party.   Looking like he did, it was no
wonder that most women fantasized about fucking an elf at least once in their
lives.   She did.   All the time.
    As she walked into the party, the
noise almost overpowered her.   Things
were a bit more raucous than usual this year, not that she cared, really.   This was their night to cut loose and enjoy
themselves.
    She took a cup of punch that Steve
– she did know that elf by name after that fantastic foot massage he’d
given her a few months ago