It was late one November at the North Pole, and as the weather tends to do with the changing of the seasons around that time of year, the temperatures dropped from "freezing cold" to "you've got to be fucking kidding me!". It was the North Pole after all. The final preparations were being put into place for the big event that they worked towards every year: Christmas!
"Ho ho Honey, I'm home!" Chris Kringle walked up behind his wife, Sandra, pressing himself up against her backside and moving a few strands of her long blonde so he could kiss her cheek while she finished putting together dinner.
"I hope you're hungry, Santa," Sandra said, grinning, "because I've got quite the little dish for desert for you."
Chris grinned eagerly. In their well over a hundred years of marriage, Sandra had always been a very open-minded and adventurous girl, and certainly didn't mind bringing in one of the girls from the workshops for a threesome every once in a while. Dinner was good, of course, Sandra could work magic when she made Roast Beast, and the hot cocoa was to die for. But that wasn't going to be the highlight of the night.
As they were cleaning up from dinner, Sandra ran off to answer a knock at the door, opening it to reveal Misty, definitely one of Santa's favorite little helpers. At just a hint over four and a half feet tall, she was a pretty average height for an elf. Her tits, however, had stopped dining at the same table as average years before, and she had the wide hips to match. She sashayed into the Kringle household and took off her full-length winter coat, revealing the festive red and green miniskirt and midriff-revealing low cut blouse which tightly hugged her body like gift wrap on a present, before Sandra tugged Misty's tuque off by the fuzzy ball and tilted her head down to give the other elf a long, lingering kiss, running her fingers through Misty's short dark hair.
Misty and Sandra sauntered past Chris, cuddling up together on the couch before come-hithering him over. He pulled off his shirt as Misty and Sandra reached out for his belt. Soon his trousers were piled around his feet and the girls were cooing over his stiff erection, lightly grazing their hands up and down it and leaning in to plant teasing kisses up and down its length. He ran his fingers through Misty's hair before pulling her towards his cock, the head sliding between her soft lips and into her mouth. Misty's years of experience working in the Candy Cane Quality Assurance Department showed as she worked her mouth up and down on his cock, twisting her head this way and that, spending time concentrating on the head before plunging back down.
Of course, Sandra wasn't about to let Misty have the candy cane all to herself, and as soon as Misty came up for air, Sandra had Chris's dick sliding down her throat, all the way to the root. There she held it, her husband's hand running through her hair, her eyes beginning to water, until she finally came back up with a glurging sound.
"Oh, I see two girls have found their way onto the Naughty list! Who wants to get her present first?" In response, Misty shoved Sandra back on the couch, pushing the hem of her dress up so that she could run her fingers up and down Sandra's slit, spreading her juices around before sliding two fingers in and drawing out a sharp gasp from Mrs. Kringle.
Chris kicked off his boots and pants, and climbed on the couch behind Misty, pulling her up away from his wife long enough to peel her skin-tight blouse off of her and free her full breasts before letting her return to her work. By this point, Sandra had slipped out of the shoulder straps of her dress and pushed the top down so she could play with her own tits while Misty worked on her, and she gasped and cooed as the elf added her tongue to the mix. Chris pushed up Misty's skirt and pressed the head of his cock against her dripping cunt...
There was a loud banging at the door. Chris nearly fell off the couch in surprise and quickly pulled his pants on while the girls quickly made themselves as presentable as possible under the circumstances. After making sure they were covered up, he stormed over to the door and swung it open angrily.
"This had better be very good, or very bad, James!"
"Sorry sir!" James, the deputy of the North Pole's security department, looked up at his half-naked boss. Like most elves, James was what humans would consider short, topping out at about five and a half feet, though that actually made him remarkably tall by the local standard. Not that he felt very tall at the moment. "Sir, something is attacking the housing area! It came up from under the ice next to one of the female dorms..."
"You were right to come get me, James. Is your brother on the scene?"
"Yessir, he's taken the elves who were on duty and cordoned off the area, they're evacuating the other dorms as well as they can, but the monster got into one of the dorms and we haven't been able to get anyone out from there."
"Wait, the monster? What monster?" Chris was still a bit confused about what was going on as he finished getting dressed.
"The thing that came from under the ice.. it's some kind of monster, with tentacles. A tentacle monster, Sir. When Jacob was setting up the cordon, the thing got a door open and just... squeezed inside, Sir."
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The Kringles weren't the only ones with plans to unwind for their last solid weekend until New Years. The dorms basically tended to become a collection of big parties during Thanksgiving weekend, though most of those wouldn't start until later on. For now, everybody was getting home from work, showering, cleaning up, and getting ready to meet up with friends.
Erika stood in front of her mirror, touching up her makeup and applying her lipstick as she admired herself. Many fashions had come and gone in her time, but the Little Green Dress would always be a hit in Elf fashion. And Erika's dress was truly going to be a hit, complete with fuzzy white trim and her cutest curly-toed shoes.
Suddenly the entire building shook, things falling off of shelves and dressers and clattering to the floor. Erika blurted a panicked squeak out as her full-length mirror nearly fell on her, barely catching it in time and lowering it to the floor before diving under her desk. At four foot three, Erika was short even by elf standards and was easily able to ball herself up under the desk until the building stopped shaking. Panic-stricken, she didn't dare come out from under the desk. Earthquakes just didn't happen at the North Pole! Avoiding earthquakes was the biggest reason she turned down the job offer at that cookie company in California after graduating college! Listening carefully, she could hear, over the sounds of the other girls' various panicked sounds in the building... something... moving outside. She could hear something banging on the fire escape door in the hallway before the latch clicked and the door swung open.
"I'm in here! Help!" Still too afraid to come out from under her desk, Erika didn't want the rescuers to miss her when they got into the building to check on everybody. She had left her door unlatched, in case any of the girls wanted to come in to gossip while she got ready, and now could hear the hinges creaking as the door was pushed open. Something was wrong... whoever was walking into her room should be saying something, trying to find out if anyone was in the room...
