Liam and Sam dropped their tools and stood back to look at their handiwork. "Didn't know you knew woodworking," Sam said.
"Neither did I," Liam admitted.
They surveyed the wall of intricate shelves one last time before Liam gave a low whistle. The dozens of small toys, which had been carefully set aside, sprang to life and floated up to their positions on the display. Liam had no idea if the toy shop actually sold the toys, or if they retained their bizarre animate lives when he, or whoever was Santa, wasn't around. No one could deny their beauty though. The Toymaker's Shop was the latest of the hundreds of rooms to be found in Liam's old, transformed house. When they'd arrived, the shelves had been broken, and the toys laid scattered across the floor. No guardian waited for them, just an empty cold shop that, as best Liam could tell, existed somewhere in Scandinavia. One of the toys, a little gyrocopter, struggled to get back to its spot. Liam allowed it to alight on his finger and guided it up to its proper place.
Sam started to gather their tools. The faun had been a tremendous help over the past four days. While magic made the work easier, Sam's actual knowledge of handiwork proved invaluable. Wishing something to be fixed simply didn't work when Liam didn't understand how it was meant to be fixed. Sam and Kelly had adjusted to life in the Workshop with ease, but Sam in particular quickly became the friend Liam had not managed to find in his twenty-some years of life as a mortal. Sam's hooves clicked around the old wood floor as he checked for anything left behind. He'd taken to wearing a sort of kilt to protect his more delicate parts while working. Kelly had adopted a similar outfit, though a bit sleeker, and she didn't bother to magic up a top to cover her furred breasts. "We should get back. Emily warned us not to waste time."
"So that's why she kept Elfie and Kelly back with her," Liam said. If any of the women came with them, constant fucking sessions would delay the work for hours. Liam stopped to note the "Closed for Repairs" sign hanging in the dark window that faced the street. It looked older than him. It wasn't written in English either, despite his ability to read it. He thought of taking it down now that the repairs had been finished, but he had no one to work the shop, magical or otherwise. Most likely, that is what Emily wanted to talk with them about. "Ready then?" he asked the deer-like man holding the toolbox. They walked to the very back of the shop to the supply closet. Yet, instead of simply opening the door, Liam tapped the handle with his index finger in a certain rhythm. On the last tap, a small burst of snow flurries erupted from the cold metal. Liam opened the door, and they stepped into the Workshop.
Santa's Workshop. The name fit it even before Liam decided to call it that. His old home had continued to change over the week since his own transformation. The one long hallway became a branching series of hallways leading to more doors and more remote parts of the world. Some of them went to places like the toy shop, others went to empty cozy burrows in hillsides or remote cabins in the mountains or surprisingly normal apartments in mid-sized cities. Liam had been unable to discern any rhyme or reason to the places, but Elfie insisted each one was as important as the others. All of his new family became very busy with the upkeep of the Workshop. Much of the place had fallen into disarray even before the last Santa's unfortunate fall. The few servants that remained, like William the Kangaroo, had clearer memories of that time that Elfie, or at least what Elfie had admitted so far. William said that the previous Santa rarely visited, and the magic which kept things running smoothly had gone thin. Liam didn't understand what thin magic could be, but knew a bad thing when he heard one.
Despite the advance in complexity of the Workshop's corridors, Liam never had any trouble getting to where he wanted to go in roughly three or four turns. He and Sam strode through the hallway until they popped into the central nerve system of the house, Mrs. Claus's office. Liam grinned at his gathered family as he entered the room. Emily sat behind her desk, topless, her massive breasts resting on the top of her workstation, a small drip of milk underneath her left nipple. Clearly the girls had been having some fun. Elfie waited in one of the large, cushioned chairs, clothed in her skimpy elf outfit that Liam had first thought up for her. Kelly rushed over to Sam, drawing him into a passionate kiss as he squeezed her furry ass. The fauns' tails didn't wag, but they did sort of twitch when particularly happy. Liam moved to the chair beside Elfie and settled down, reaching over to hold the elf's hand.
Emily wiped away the drop of milk and tried to adjust herself to be a little more on message. Liam didn't mind. He had learned to control his urges, more or less. The fauns, on the other hand, were still very impulsive and enjoyed their liberation from monogamy to a distracting extent. More to the point, Emily wanted to keep everyone on topic, and Liam wanted to do what Emily wanted. Liam knew how fortunate he was that Elfie had picked Emily as the Mrs. Claus of the group. Emily had managed to whip the Workshop into shape better than he would have ever managed. Magic didn't solve all their needs, and the more they needed the less it solved. On their third day together, Emily had asked Liam to magic up a wifi network. He tried, but the best he could do was to poof into existence a wooden block that was shaped vaguely like a modem. Other problems cropped up over the week, and Emily had created a substantial list.
"We need more help," she said. "You've been putting it off, but its time for some more recruiting."
Liam shuffled his feet. He had indeed been putting it off and bore no shame of admitting why. "I like the five of us. We all put in our work through the day, and then we have our other fun at night. And during the day." Kelly walked to him and settled down in his lap, her short skirt and his thin linen pants providing a very slim barrier between their sexes. Sam crouched beside him, resting easily on his haunches while Kelly ran fingers through his hair. "See, we're all perfect for each other."
"We're perfect for each other because we live in a magical house with Santa Claus, talking animals, and insane nightly sex parties," Emily insisted. "I think others won't have trouble fitting in."
"And that is the point, Master," Elfie agreed. "You're supposed to expand so that you can bring more happiness to the world. Fixing all the doorways won't do any good without guardians to watch over them or more of us to fuel the magic."
Liam shrugged. Kelly had started to imperceptibly rub her crotch against his, and it was drawing his attention. Emily's displeasure kept him focused enough for the moment. "Fine, but I don't know how we steal away others to be like us. I won't just flood them with my aura like I did Emily. And its would take forever to find another pair of willing participants like Sam and Kelly." At the words "willing participants," Liam sensed that the back part of Kelly's skirt had magicked away. Only a thin bit of magic linen separated his rapidly engorging cock from her wet pussy. Liam shifted in his chair and cleared his throat. "Go on, Elfie, tell them how the last Santa recruited."
Elfie blushed. "My previous master took over a nunnery once. I believe it was in France. The two of us went, and he hit them with a full dose of his aura. Made for quite the fun night, but I can't say many of them were friendly to the idea of becoming sexy elves for the next hundred years. Also, he left behind the dark skinned humans. The last Santa was a...product of his time, I think."
