Most people may see the North Pole elves as those cute little pointy-eared beings that made toys and sang songs but there always had to be one that didn't quite fit. The anomaly. The outcast. That was Nimble.
Nimble and his fellow elves spent most of their lives toiling their days away in that sweltering, wooden triangle-roofed workshop with a fiery furnace in the rear. They would stand over the assembly line day after day with hammers and other tools with smiles on their faces. An important job, sure, to bring joy to all, but Nimble wasn't the "all work and no fun" type. This "fun" in the form of snowball fights and putting hot coals in other elves' shoes didn't usually sit well with the elders. Half of the other fifty or so elves took the elders' side while the others secretly welcomed the distraction.
There probably was no better elf at his job than Nimble but an elf could only stand looking at that assembly line for so long!
Lucia was the main thing that snared his attention when it wasn't on his duties or conjuring ideas for pranks. She usually did more working and baking cookies than speaking but was becoming more mischievous because of her attraction to Nimble and his "bad" influence according to the elder elves. They were watching her more closely and were no longer fooled by her beauty and presumed innocence.
She wore tiny specs on her nose. Her radiant, pink-lipped smile was hypnotizing. Resting on her shoulders so gently were sandy brown strands that poured from her Santa's hat. Her cheeks were permanently rosy red.
Like the other female elves, she wore a green or red dress that flared at the bottom of her knees and tiny matching shoes while inside. Whenever they ventured beyond the walls of the shop, she would wear a top and long pants with similar colors
Nimble always felt a rush to his cock, a surge of energy flood his crotch, and his lower extremities tighten when he was around Lucia but he didn't fully understand it. Most of the elves usually craved sex as much as an encounter with a polar bear and had little contact with the outside world. They certainly had no access to the sex on TV or the internet. Thus, little exposure to sex and no temptation to have sexual excursions! Such acts were forbidden amongst these elves anyhow aside from the leaders but Nimble's curiosity and loins kept growing.
All he knew was the more he flirted with Lucia, grabbed her little elf butt, and chased her through the workshop, the more he wanted try those forbidden things that went mostly unspoken of around the workshop.
Lucia was also feeling those strange urges to be bad to the point she was losing her mind but she tried to keep it hidden though that did nothing to retain her sanity.
All of the elves including Nimble and Lucia had been around so long that their ages were long forgotten but despite being adults by human and elf standards, the elders made it clear that not all decisions were theirs to make. Their only reason for existing was to make toys and the elves would catch rage if they even thought about deviating from that. That rage was something Nimble was quite acquainted with but he was who he was!
Nimble and Lucia were linked at the hip for as long as they could remember. There was hardly anything they didn't know about each other and almost had a psychic-like connection. There was only one thing they hadn't explored together...
Today, they were assembling the pieces of the dolls and robots that stopped before them on the conveyor. The dolls were of various skin tones from the darkest to lightest from curly and long hair to straight and wavy representing ethnicities from across the world.
Nimble looked over the limbs in front of him and snapped the arms into the doll's body but the miniature elf-sized bulge in his tight green pants was increasing in size the more he imagined what might be hiding under Lucia's dress.
While still standing at the assembly line, Nimble tiptoed around the elf next to him, thumped Lucia's pointy ear, and jumped back to his place on the line. She leaned forward and looked down the line at him but he was throwing those dolls together like an elf possessed. At least he wanted it to look that way!
"Nimble!" she said with a giggle. "Stop playing!"
He kept working while whistling and pretended she wasn't there. She took a needle, eased her way behind him, and poked his ass with it!
"Yeow!" he yelped as he rubbed the sharp pain.
He saw the rear of Lucia's hair whip around the worker at his flank and she went back to work.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nimble spotted Tessa, one of the leader elves, unfold her arms and march her way towards them from the opposite end of the shop.
Nimble kept dropping his dolls' arms and legs as his heart rumbled. Tessa was almost twice taller and larger than the average elf—still small by human standards but no one wanted to see her bad side. She wasn't beyond issuing a little discipline to anyone whose full focus wasn't on their job.
Tessa, and her dented chin and black hair with silver streaks peeking out from her red Santa's hat drew near and Nimble swallowed hard. She was one of the oldest elves but their kind aged well and wrinkles were scarce on her face. Most of the wrinkles came from her forehead when she was fuming at Nimble!
He could feel her glare beaming on his back as he moved on to assembling a robot with a ray gun that made zapping sounds.
When her frosty breath breezed his neck, he stiffened, but tried to keep working.
"Nimble!" Tessa's aged voice shouted into his ear.
Nimble nearly leapt out of his green and red curled toe shoes. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Do you remember the discussion we had about horseplay?"
"Yes, ma'am. All 1,253 of them."
Tessa clutched Lucia by the elbow and escorted her into their discussion.
She curled her bottom lip and leaned closer to Lucia. "And you shouldn't let this troublesome munchkin get you in trouble! You're smarter than that!"
Lucia dipped her chin, entangled her fingers, and shifted her eyes away from her. "I'm sorry."
Tessa, and her flaming wrath, said, "No more! I love you both but what we do is the most important thing in the world so there will be discipline the next time I have to come over here!"
"Yes, ma'am," Nimble and Lucia said in unison.
Nimble felt a little guilty for putting Lucia in the path of Tessa's wrath but he couldn't help but tease her. She was so hot and they spent so much time together that it seemed natural to do that.
When Nimble's emerald irises and Lucia's light browns met again, Nimble felt like he had a stone in his pants. So hard, that it hurt. The urge was overwhelming to get it some attention but that work stuff was getting in the way.
Nimble's face was glistening and a globule of perspiration trickled down alongside his nose. He griped about it to Tessa, hopefully to use it as an excuse to get away, but she had something else in mind.
Thirty minutes later, Nimble was in the wood storage room at the rear of the workshop. The room had a strong earthy scent. Twigs and wood chips were scattered across the chilled floor next to the pile of chopped tree bark. He had a cart in tow as he was "asked" ever so forcefully by Tessa to make sure the blaze in the sleeping quarter's fireplace stayed strong. Opposite the room were the elements outside and being so far from a heat source, Tessa thought Nimble could definitely "cool off" there.
Not
what he had in mind.
The funny thing to Nimble was this was usually a two-elf job. Most of these elves lacked much physical strength and that wood was heavy but there he was by himself. This seemed like punishment. Nimble felt unfairly targeted but he was going to be Nimble and nothing could change that! In his eyes, they should accept that.
Nimble and Tessa used to get along or at least be cordial. It may have been for the sake of peace as their personalities were like two reindeer bucking antlers. He knew she wanted what was best but he wanted the best for himself. Of course they weren't the same things.
Nimble shook his head and shoved some wood off the stack into the cart. "I should be out there playing games with the others but nooooo. Here I am playing in the trees! Not fair! Not fair!"
While he was busy loading the cart and complaining to himself, he felt the waistband of his pants pull away from his body at the rear. Before he could turn and see who it was, his butt experienced a frosty sensation from the ice cubes that poured in!
Lucia broke into an uncontrollable cackle as Nimble hopped around trying to shake loose the cubes.
She pointed at him. "Hehe! That's so funny!"
Nimble said, "Oh, yeah? Let's see if you find this comical!"
