Notes:
• This story was partially inspired by George Orwell's novel "1984"
• This story contains various fetish scenes and concepts
It was a cold Friday in late October at the North Pole, and the factory whistle blew at 9 in the morning. Meredith the elf punched in for work five minutes later, as was her habit. She was always the last to her work station.
She was also indistinguishable from the rest of her coworkers. They were all dressed in green uniforms and red, curly-toed shoes. On their heads were conical red hats, the points of which drooped from the weight of the small bell attached to it. Their ears were all pointy, and their hands small and fingers nimble.
In fact, the only thing that made Meredith stand out from everyone else was her sour puss.
She spent her workdays conducting quality checks on each completed toy in the workshop. The spinning top ... electric train ... talking doll ... were all good to go. Day in, day out ...
Meredith sighed. The 4-foot-tall elf then moved on to the next toy: a jack-in-the-box.
Her eyes widened and mouth hung open. Her hands trembled as she tried to force herself to touch it ... Just the idea of turning the crank, hearing "Pop Goes the Weasel," and then—
She shuddered. No, she couldn't do it. Meredith quickly placed it on the shelf with all of the other approved toys. Then she filled out her report, giving the damn clown-box a glowing review.
The whistle blew: lunchtime.
Meredith shuffled her way into the cafeteria and waited on line. Today on the menu—just like every other day—was a roasted turkey leg, a slice of ham, a scoop of potatoes, a spoonful of cranberry sauce, a piece of bread, and a glass of water. Food made her want to vomit, as did the room's décor: strings of blinking lights, wreaths, mistletoe sprigs ...
The 40-year-old elf sat in a corner, as far away from the rest of her coworkers as possible. She picked at her lunch. The only thing that made the same meal bearable was imagining eating it off the body of—
"Hey, Meredith!"
The elf looked up. She immediately look back down, smiled, and blushed. "Hello, Catherine."
"What a morning!" Catherine said, taking a seat across from Meredith. "One of the ovens in the kitchen broke down, but we were able to fix it. Now we're only a couple minutes behind schedule." She wrinkled her tiny nose. "A shame it didn't happen to one of the fruitcake ovens."
Meredith smiled weakly. "I can imagine."
"Something wrong?" Catherine asked. "You've barely touched your lunch."
That's only because I'm tired of eating the same shit every day, unless I can rub it on your feet and lick it off, you sexy bitch
, Meredith thought. She looked up at her friend. "Just not happy, I guess."
"Why's that?" Catherine asked, before biting into the turkey leg, her mouth covered in juice.
Meredith became transfixed by those dirty lips. Catherine was in her 20s ... Those tiny hands, that smooth face, those wide eyes ... No way this cutie would want to fuck an old maid ...
The older elf shrugged. "It's everything, to be honest. The work, the same schedule every day ... It's not only tiring, but soul-crushing."
Catherine stared at Meredith, then discreetly looked around before leaning in. "I know what you mean, but don't let anyone else hear you say that. You don't know who's listening."
Meredith's heart almost leapt out of her throat. Catherine was a kindred spirit? Instantly her day improved.
"I didn't know you felt that way ..." Meredith breathed. "I thought I was the only one ..."
"Well, you're not."
Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still. They came back to their senses when they realized that their hands were touching. They pulled back and blushed.
"I didn't know you also felt
that
way," Meredith said.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Catherine said. She rubbed her foot against Meredith's leg. "But I'm more than willing to open up ... if you want me to ..."
Meredith grabbed the table, her mouth a complete O as Catherine's foot made its way up the older elf's calf and in between her legs ... She bit down on her lower lip. "Not here," she breathed ... Too many eyes ... Later, at my house ..."
Catherine smiled. "As you wish, you fucking MILF." She retracted her foot.
Meredith calmed down, and they ate their lunches. They looked around, but nobody seemed to notice what just happened.
But that's only because they failed to look up. Above the cafeteria was a railing, and behind it stood Texie, the head of elf resources for Santa's workshop. Unlike the others, Texie wore black high heels and a black pantsuit with black-rimmed glasses. The corporatist wrinkled her pointed nose. She made a note about Catherine and Meredith on her legal pad, in her lovely, fluid cursive, right next to the picture she sketched of a cat's face with question marks ...
The whistle blew. Everybody then filed into the auditorium, where they sat down in front of a giant screen. Meredith and Catherine sat next to each other as the room went dark and the screen lit up.
"This is our country," intoned a voice over the loudspeakers, a voice that sounded like an old man's. "This is our home, full of wonder and magic, where every child's dreams come true."
And as the voice spoke, images appeared of houses lit up in Christmas lights, elves making snowmen and snow angles, elves having snowball fights, elves making toys and baking cookies, a Christmas-tree forest lit up ...
Then the singalong began, and everyone followed the bouncing ball on the screen as it went through every standard. It first started with "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town," the Pole's national anthem. Then everyone sang through "Jingle Bells" and "Frosty the Snowman" to "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Winter Wonderland," and many others ...
Well ... almost everyone. Meredith mouthed the words until she gave up and sat back bored out of her mind. Catherine sang with everyone at first, but then even she lost interest.
"I can't stand these daily pep rallies," Meredith whispered to Catherine.
"Just make the best of it."
And Meredith did. The next song was "Deck the Halls," and she got an idea. She smiled and sang:
Fuck my hole with your long moist tongue! Then suck my titties and drink my milk!
Smell my toes and kiss my soft soles! Then let me ride your vibrator!
Beg for mercy and call me goddess! I own you heart and mind and soul!
Force me to moan as you choke me! Make me squirt my cum all over your face!
Meredith didn't fear being caught singing such naughty lyrics. After all, everyone else was loud enough to drown her out.
But one other person heard ...
"That's so wrong, what you just did," Catherine said, trying hard not to laugh.
"Hey, you told me to make the best of it."
"But not like that! What if ..." The young elf's eyes widened, and she faced ahead. "Start singing—right this time!"
