Elves to Themselves

Author's Note: This is my second entry for the

Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest 2024

. Hope you enjoy, comments and feedback are welcome! No elves were seriously harmed during the writing of this story.

All characters are 21 or older, elves get drunk in this story.

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T'was the night before Christmas... actually no, it was the late afternoon before. In the North Pole, Santa's workshop was a hectic and active workplace. Elves were scrambling to prepare the last of the toys for delivery. Some were building, others were inspecting them to ensure their quality, and the rest were packing them into the massive bag on Santa's sleigh. At the assembly line, a short and chubby elf was standing angrily with his arms crossed, impatiently tapping one of his feet as he glanced at his watch.

"Where are those fucking idiots??? I'd fire them if I didn't need them!!!" He bellowed.

As if on cue, three female elves rushed in. One of them had shoulder length black hair, the second was a curly redhead, and the third had long blonde hair that reached halfway down her back. They were wearing strapless green dresses that exposed their shoulders, arms, and cleavage, along with red and white striped stockings, brown boots, and cherry red lipstick. This was the standard attire for the females in the workshop. Every elf wore hats like Santa's.

The woman with black hair, Molly, stopped in front of their angry boss with her cohorts, Lindsay the redhead and Shirley the blonde, running into her and knocking all four of them down. The three women quickly stood up and helped their pissed off supervisor onto his feet.

"Gee, we're awfully sorry, Mr. Cocksucker!" Molly frantically apologized as she and the others brushed dirt off his clothes.

"POP CHUCKER!!!!" He screamed. "My name is Pop Chucker!!! You three are 56 minutes late coming back from your break, where the hell have you been???"

"We're still new at this job, we went to the break room and got lost on our way back." Lindsay explained sheepishly.

"I got to pet the reindeer! They were SO cute!!" Shirley excitedly added, earning her a bop on her head from the black-haired girl.

"Ignore her, she's dumb." Molly nervously tried to ease the tension.

"All three of you are dumb!" The elves in front of him jumped. "Get back to work, Santa needed these toys built an hour ago! Don't fuck up anymore!!" Pop shouted as he stormed off.

"What crawled up his butt and died?" Shirley barked.

"I dunno, he must be going through menopause or something, he's at that age." Molly pondered. "Anyway, we need to get these toys built."

As they gathered their tools, an incredibly gorgeous elf with long flowing brown hair wearing similar attire pass by them. She waved and smiled, then continued on with her hips swaying.

"Wow, her chest is as flat as an ironing board, but she is still the prettiest elf here..." Lindsay swooned.

"She makes me leak like Niagara Falls every time I see her.." Molly sighed. Shirley began to follow her, but was stopped when Molly grabbed her hair and pulled her back. "Where do you think you're going, Cheddar Head?"

"I'm gonna go lick her pussy! Or she can lick mine, I don't care..." Shirley was drooling until Molly smacked her.

"Go take a cold shower or something! We've gotta get to work, do you want Mr. Cocksucker to fire us??"

"Hey, leave her alone, she's in just as much love with her as we are!" Lindsay protested, only for Molly to hit her in the stomach.

"Not you too! Get your minds out of the gutter and help me build these toys!!"

"Yes, 'Ms. Cocksucker'..." both of them muttered. Molly, in her frustration, grabbed two large candy canes, hooked them around the necks of the other two, and used them to drag Lindsay and Shirley to the assembly line with her.

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The girls worked tirelessly but incompetently to assemble toys. Dolls were put together with wrong parts, limbs in sockets they weren't supposed to fit into, and heads placed on backwards. Just some of many examples.

"Do either of you know what her name is?" Shirley asked, twisting a horse doll's head onto a humanoid doll's body.

"I heard it once, but I don't remember what it was. 'Tee-something' I think." Lindsay responded, trying to put a dress onto a military action figure that was way too small for it.

"We'll hear it sooner or later, not that it matters. Every elf here wants to fuck her, she could have any of them she wants. I doubt she'd pick either of us.." Molly said while hammering wooden objects together.

"Don't say that! What do the others have that we don't?" Shirley pouted.

"Brains, for one." Molly answered. Talking to Shirley distracted her, causing her to smash her own index finger with the hammer. "OWWWWWWWW!!!!!"

"Holy shit!! Are you alright??" Lindsay panicked.

"Do I look like I'm okay????" The injured girl screamed. "I think I just broke every fucking bone in my finger!!!" She began crying.

"Let me get a first-aid kit!!" Shirley started to leave but nearly bumped into the gorgeous elf from before.

"Gosh, I saw what happened, so I brought the kit right away!" The elf spoke, Shirley's face turned as red as the hats they were wearing. "Here, let me!" She handed the kit to the blonde elf, then walked over to Molly. "I can help, you will feel better in no time!" The brunette elf took the injured finger into her mouth and sucked on it. Molly winced from the pain at first, but soon found that her pain completely vanished.

"Hey.. it feels better!" Molly smiled, lauging in relief.

"I want her to suck MY fingers.." Lindsay whined.

"I want her to suck my clit.." Shirley muttered to herself.

The brunette elf pulled away, then used a handkerchief that she had tucked down the front of her dress, in her "cleavage", and wiped her saliva off Molly's finger. "That should have healed your injury, but let's wrap a bandage around it just in case." She insisted.

"Thank you, I owe you one..." Molly blushed, watching the bandage wrap around her digit.

"You don't have to repay me in any way." She finished and put the roll back into the kit. "I'm going to put this back, and then I'll return to help you. Mr. Chucker asked.. well, demanded that I give you three a hand. He was quite furious and rude. Anyway, be right back!" The other three watched in amazement as she left.

"She's going to be working with us??? Oh my god, I might cum without her even touching me!!!" Shirley was perving out, until a hammer hit the top of her head.

"Put a cork in your pussy if you have to! You'll scare her off acting like that!!" Molly berated her.

"YOU'LL scare her away by being a meanie!!" Shirley stood in front of her with her fists on her hips.

"Why you..." Molly got in her face.

"Hold it! Time out!" Lindsay used her hands to separate them. "I feel that we'll make the best impression if we are all on our best behavior!"

Molly pointed her bandaged finger at the redhead. "You know, sometimes I think you may actually have a brain under all that curly hair of yours!"

"You think so?" Lindsay smiled.

"Yeah, it's about the size of a marble, but you've got one!"

"Aww, shucks, thank you!" Lindsay bashfully accepted the "compliment."

"Oh-oh-oh! She's coming back!!" Shirley announced. The brunette elf was on her way back. Several elves, male and female, tripped over themselves to get a look at her. One of the falling elves dropped a ball, triggering a Rube Goldberg-like sequence of events where the ball rolled into some boxes, causing one after the other to fall in a domino effect. The last box activated some wind-up toys that marched forward, falling off a shelf and landing on a see-saw that launched a heavy box that flew right into Pop Chucker's forehead, knocking him out. Birds and tiny reindeer danced in circles over his head as surrounding elves tended to him.

Oblivious to the chaos unfolding behind her, the pretty elf approached the girls. "So terribly sorry! Is your finger feeling better?"

"Oh yes, I don't feel any pain at all now! Thank you... Miss..?" Molly inquired.

The elf giggled. "My name is Tiafell! And you are Molly, Lindsay, and Shirley, right?"

All three of them eagerly nodded their heads. "Yes! You guessed our names! Have you heard of us?" Lindsay was happy to get recognition from the most popular elf in the North Pole.

"I have!" Tiafell answered. "You three are the talk of the shop!"

"All of it good, I hope." Molly smiled.

"We'll... go with that..." Tiafell was too kind-hearted to tell them the harsh truth.

"Oh Tiafell, that is such a lovely name! But everything about you is lovely! Do you want to have se-" Shirley was interrupted by a smack to the back of her head by Molly.

"What my dull-witted friend was about to ask you was "Do you want to have 'such a wonderful time helping us?'" Molly interrupted, stepping on the blonde's toes. "Isn't that right....?" She urged through her teeth.

"Y-Yeah, that's totally what I was going to ask!" Shirley strained.

"Well, yes, I was asked to help you anyway. But we can certainly have a wonderful time together! After all, it's Christmas Eve, and this place should be filled with holiday cheer, wouldn't you agree?" Tiafell stretched her arms outward, unaware that elves behind her were in a panic to make last minute repairs and Pop Chucker was being escorted to the medical station. The three nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

"Yes!! Let's get to work!" Lindsay cheered, followed by the others.

And so, the gorgeous elf known as Tiafell helped the three much-less-than-competent elves build toys and quickly. Most of her time was spent correcting their numerous mistakes and showing them the correct ways to assemble toys. Despite this, she never once got impatient with them or lost her cheery demeanor. Thanks to her help, Molly, Lindsay, and Shirley just barely got their work done on schedule. Everything was assembled correctly and was being loaded onto Santa's sleigh.

"Fine work, everyone!" TIafell happily congratulated them, clapping her hands together.

"Thank you for your help!" Molly shook her hand, then shook the hands of Lindsay and Shirley. This led to all four elves shaking hands with each other.

"Say Tiafell? We're going to go grab some drinks now that work is over. Care to join us? The Gingerbread Beer is to die for!" Lindsay suggested.

"Hm, you know, I think I will take you up on your offer." Tiafell chuckled.

"Yay!!" Shirley excitedly shook her hand again.

"I'm going to head to the wash room right quick, I'll meet you there, okay?"

"Alright, we're gonna get you nice and drunk!" Lindsay laughed with the others.

"I don't know about THAT, but I'll see you three there!" Tiafell waved at them, then left.

"You two go on, I'm gonna lick her!" Shirley stepped forward to follow her but Molly tapped her shoulder. The blonde turned around to have the black-haired elf place her fist on her nose and then hit it with the other.

"Will you let Tiafell do what she needs to do, you deviant? She won't be far behind, now let's go!" She grabbed the redhead and the blonde by the ears and drug them off.

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The idiotic elves arrived at a bar near the workshop that was designed to look like a gingerbread house. Inside, a loud metal version of "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" was playing. Christmas trees, candy canes, wreathes, and other holiday decorations lined the walls and the windows. Two drunken male elves were fighting each other.

"Looks like some of the others beat us here." Lindsay observed.

"Yeah, but their night is about to come to an end." Molly pointed at a buff elf bouncer that grabbed the brawlers and tossed them outside like they were footballs. The three of them sat at a green table, which prompted a middle-aged female elf to approach.

"Whadder ya havin'?" She spoke with a gruff voice.

"Our usual, four Gingerbread Beers!" Shirley ordered. "Someone else will be joining us soon."

"Oooright, comin' right up." The rough elf left.

"I can't believe Tiafell is going to hang out with US!" Lindsay bounced in her seat.

"Cool your jets! We're here to have a friendly drink with her! No trying to get fresh with her, or I'll murder ya so hard that you'll die!" Molly warned them.

The waitress brought four large mugs that resembled gingerbread houses with foam overflowing from the tops. "There ya go."

"Thanks, Rosie!" Molly thanked the tough elf as she walked away. Tiafell arrived right after, and sat down with them.

"Is this place always so.. eventful?" Tiafell seemed uncomfortable. "I just saw two guys flying through the air. I hope they'll be okay wherever they land!"

"Eh, they get tossed into the horizon every night. We ordered for you, go on and try it out!" Molly invited. The brunette sucked up some of the froth and sipped the liquid, it had a bitter cinnamon taste.

"My, it sure is strong..." Tiafell tried to pretend she liked it.

"It's the best in the house!" Shirley chirped as she and her friends began gulping it down.

The next couple of hours saw Tiafell watching the other three elves knocking back beer after beer, with them turning their mugs all the way up and splashing it onto their faces. The brunette tried a softer drink that she could tolerate, a candy cane daiquiri, and drank a few of those. The more drinks they consumed, the merrier they became. Molly poured two beers toward her mouth at once, drinking very little of it and spilling the rest. Lindsay drank from a tube that was attached to a funnel as beer was poured into it. Shirley bobbed for candy apples in a barrel of beer. Everyone cheered after she came back up with one in her mouth. When they left, they staggered out of the establishment together.

""Hey Mogley...?" Lindsay asked drunkenly, "whaddya wanna *hic* do now?"

"Don't call me 'Mogley', Shirley!" Molly huffed.

"I'M Shirleys!!" Shirley spat. "Me, I'm Shirgley, right here!" Her attempt to point at herself resulted in her pointing over her shoulder, with the others trying to see what she was pointing at.

"I knows who's I talk to!" Molly tried to slap Shirley, completely missing her. "How'd you dude that?"

"Do wut?"

"Dodge my attack! Eh, whatevs, less go home."

"Which way IS home?" Lindsay looked around. "Everything ish wavy lookin'!"

"Use your eyes!!" Molly poked her forehead, missing her sockets. "We're prissy drunk, we need ta go sleeps it off."

"Heeeey..." a woozy Tiafell chimed in. "My house zizz close by. Why don't you three stay the night? I can make us dat hot 'cock-o-late' stuff!"

"Oooooooh, can we please stay at 'Tee-tee-fell's' house???" Shirley hopped, nearly falling.

"I don't she why NOT!" Molly rolled her head. "Lee the way, Tafeld!"

Tiafell led the others into the forest. Despite being quite intoxicated herself, she was able to guide them to her house with minimal problems. However, due to the naturally cold climate of the region and their hammered states, they nearly froze. The home had a holiday theme, just like every other building in the North Pole. Tiafell quickly pulled her key out from her boot and opened the door. Shivering, the four of them pilled into the warm house.

"I thought we were goin' ta feeze to death out there!" Molly was shivering, moving her hands up and down her body to warm herself, as were the other three.

"Al-kee-hall thins your blood, so that's why weez got sho cold! I'll go get a fire going." Tiafell staggered to the fireplace in her living room. She struck a match and tossed it in, igniting the wood that was already inside. Everyone briskly gathered around and held their hands close to the flames.

"Wow this feels great!" Lindsay sighed.

"Yep! But our clothes are wet from all da snow..." Shirley was still shivering.

"I'mma go make us all some hot cocoa, dat'll warm us and sober us up! Then I'll gets us alls a warm change-a clothes!" Tiafell offered as she shuffled into the kitchen.

"Wow, Tiafoo really ish sumthin' huh?" Molly slurred.

"Yeah, I's wanna lick her now..." Lindsay smiled, until she got smacked in the face.

"Dun be such a degen.. deterg... degenerane.. perv!" Molly scolded her.

Tiafell came back minutes later, carefully carrying a tray and balancing four mugs with cartoon reindeers painted onto them. Steam from the hot liquid inside slowly rose from the openings. The drunk brunette was able to somewhat gracefully carry the tray without falling.

"Here ya go! Driiiiiink ups!" She invited. The other three grabbed some mugs with Tiafell taking the last for herself. Shirley eagerly drank, burning her tongue. She cried out.

"Is HOT, you moron!" Molly shook her head. "Where are yer manders!"

"Sowee..." Shirley apologized. Everyone drank their hot cocoa slowly after that. The refreshing hot beverages helped warm their bodies and mysteriously lessened their drunken states, reducing them from sloshed to buzzed, enough for them to speak and think clearly for the most part.

"That was the best hot cocoa I've ever had!" Lindsay happily complimented their host.

"Thanks! It's actually a recipe that I discovered on the internet, but this was my first time making it." Tiafell giggled. "Now, I'll go get those outfits for you. I'll take your mugs." Everyone placed their mugs back on the tray, then she left the living room.

"We've had some cocoa, and now we're going to change into warm clothing. Tiafell really is the best!" Molly praised her.

"Let's get out of these outfits right now!" Shirley immediately slid her dress down, her bare breasts popping out.

"What did I say about not being a perv... oh what the hell, we probably should before we get sick.." Molly removed her clothes, along with Lindsay, and also removed the bandage on her finger to find it as good as new. Despite their drunken states being greatly reduced, their inhibitions were largely gone, as they felt no shame over the fact that Tiafell would come back to find three nude women in her living room. Minutes later, the brunette elf returned, having changed out of her own clothes and was wearing a robe with no boots or stockings.

"Here, these robes are nice and thick, they'll keep you- HOLY SHIT!!!" Tiafell screamed, seeing the other three elves standing fully nude before her. Molly had the largest breasts of the trio, at size D, with thick black pubic hair. Lindsay and Shirley's breasts were roughly the same size, both of them size C. Lindsay had the thickest bush, it was as red and curly as the hair on her head. Shirley's black bush was the thinnest, but she had the most shapely butt. All three of them looked stunning nude. The brunette elf dropped the robes in shock, her face, ears, and neck turning blood red.

"Hey!! We thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and get out of those wet clothes before we caught a cold! What do you think, we're pretty sexy, riiiiight?" Shirley winked at her.

"Um, yes, all three of you are very sexy indeed.." The embarrassed Tiafell turned her head away and tried not to look, but was unable to stop herself from sneaking glances.

"What's wrong, Tiafell? We're all girls here, girls see each other naked all the time!" Molly cocked her head.

"Yeah! Are you shy? I don't know why you would be, you're the hottest girl in the North Pole!" Lindsay added.

"That's.. not true..." Tiafell nervously answered.

"What makes you say that? We're telling you the truth! All of us wish we were as pretty as you are!" Shirley stated.

"No, you don't understand.." Tiafell swallowed hard. "I'm not the prettiest GIRL.." She looked down, others did the same. The girls were shocked by what they saw: a very large erect penis had forced its way out from between the part in Tiafell's robe. It was over 9 inches long, girthy, veiny, and had a large bulbous head. "I may I look like a girl... but I'm actually a guy...." he admitted, fearful of how they would react.