Santa Claus's domain at the North Pole has always been one of the happiest places in the world but not to all the elves. As with any large group of humans or humanoids, some of the workers were unhappy with their lot and, until she did something about her problems, Rum Raisin was probably the most unhappy of all Santa's elves.
For one thing, she hated her name. The custom among the elves is to name the girls for different flavors of candy or other tasty treats and she had been stuck with that name, which is probably the least popular flavor ever invented of ice cream. How she wished she could have been named for something tastier, such as Chocolate Ripple or Strawberry Shortcake, but those names were not what her parents happened to prefer.
For another, she had the bad luck to have been assigned to one of the dirtiest and most generally nasty jobs at the North Pole -- taking care of the reindeer - and this included regularly mucking out their stalls. Wanting his coursers to be more rapid than eagles, Santa had used his personal magic as well as the science of Genetics and bred the flying reindeer who carry him on his annual trip to leave presents to the good little boys and girls all over the world. In order to be able to fly such immense distances, the reindeer were bred to have very high metabolic rates, which means they have to eat vast amounts of hay. This also results in vast amounts of manure and that was what the unhappy Rum Raisin had to rake up and dispose of seven days a week.
Those situations would have been tolerable but the most distressing aspect of her life was her extreme homeliness. She has big, smelly feet, even worse than the gunk she has to walk through, and was skinny, except for the pot belly that she could not seem to lose, despite the most strenuous dieting and exercise. The unhappy elf's breasts were already sagging, even though she was only in her early twenties and she had worse acne than anyone she had ever seen. Behind her back, the other elves sometimes called her "Pizza Face."
Rum Raisin's hair is mousy brown and absolutely refuses to stay in place, even when she uses the strongest hair spray available. Her eyes are watery green and set much too close together, especially for an elf with a nose as big and lumpy as hers. In their appearance, all the other girl elves ranged from cute to gorgeous and they had all the boyfriends they wanted, resulting in satisfying sex lives. However, for the last few years, none of the boy elves would even look at her without laughing at her gross appearance.
Rum Raisin still has fond memories of the last elfin cock to fill her pussy, even though it had been more than three years earlier. She has a dildo she used to use sometimes but it's made of hard materials, besides being tiring for her to shove in and out of her pussy. Fortunately for her, her sex life has become infinitely better since the day she took control of her needs.
It happened one morning while feeding her charges that Rum Raisin came to realize that the bucks had problems somewhat similar to hers. Vixen is the only doe on the team and she comes into heat only once a year so the seven bucks -- not including Rudolph, who was little more than a fawn and not yet interested in does -- were in an almost constant state of extreme horniness. The homely elf had never noticed it until then but the bucks, being so much smaller than the males of other breeds of reindeer, had cocks about the same length and thickness as those of the boy elves who scorned her for her lack of sex appeal. After putting those various bits of data together, she believed she knew of a way to alleviate her problem and take care of the needs of her four-legged friends at the same time.
As their caretaker, she already had the affection of the reindeer and, when she was in the stall of one of the bucks, he would often nuzzle her with his nose and sometimes even lick her face. Even though she knew one reason was that the friendly animal was seeking cubes of sugar, which she often had for them, Rum Raisin was glad of the affection because it was far more than she got from the other elves. On that day, which was to become the happiest of her life, she provided the first of them with sugar of a different kind.
The horny elf entered the stall of Dasher, because he was the lead reindeer and his stall was first in line, and put her arm gently over his neck while he was tonguing down the sugar cubes she was offering. From there, her hand traveled back and downward -- Santa's flying reindeer are quite small, no larger than a big dog -- until it found the soft sheath that protects his cock. Dasher was a bit startled at this surprising and intimate contact but his friend's hand felt quite pleasant and he did nothing to end it.
Rum Raisin reached farther around to start gently massaging the fur-covered sheath and was elated when she felt the cock inside start to grow harder. Her plan was meeting with success, at least so far. The reindeer being so favored was horny, as usual, and relished the surprising attention from somebody he liked and trusted. Dasher stamped his hooves and uttered a soft, whickering sound, which the friendly elf was able to recognize as one of pleasure. Still moving slowly, not wanting to spook her four-legged friend, Rum Raisin gently held the stiffening cylinder in her hand and started to stroke it slowly, until the aroused creature was reacting by fucking into her hand.
"Nice Dasher. Good boy," she cooed to him while caressing his side and back with her other hand.
