Author's Note: As with many of my short stories, I had a bit of a time deciding what category to place it in. I ended up deciding that that location setting of the North Pole and the two main characters being a Christmas Elf and a Reindeer shifter meant it was a Paranormal Fantasty story, but it is also an insta-love romance with a HEA. There is also anal play, toys, a bossy alpha male, and a light erotic spanking (oh, and a little bit of cheesiness to amuse myself). This is an MF story. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! Happy Holidays!
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Clementine Goldensleigh, Christmas Elf, formerly in the Young Boys' Toy Department, had been transferred to the Naughty Adult Toys Department three and a half weeks ago and she was having a seriously problem.
It had all started when her good friend, Flurry Silverstocking, had come to Clementine for help. She was overworked and exhausted, because more naughty toys were being made than ever before! Clementine, being a good friend, had immediately offered to help her out and the two of them had come up with a gorgeous wooden paddle for spanking naughty (or fun naughty) bottoms. The paddle they created had holes all throughout its structure, but instead of the normal round holes, they were shaped like hearts, hollies, or even Christmas trees.
Apparently Santa had loved them and, as soon as he found who Flurry's helper was, had immediately ordered Clementine's transfer. The naughty toy department was in need of an awful lot of help. Which was great! Clementine had a very naughty mind and was having a lot more fun than she had in the Young Boys' Toy Department. While she'd had fun there, naughty toys suited her perfectly.
At least, it had at first, but now the more she worked there, the more her imagination went wild, and the hornier she felt. The upside was that her sexual frustration led to all sorts of fun and fantastical Christmas themed creations - jingle bell weights for nipple clamps, a candy cane striped edible dildo, a reindeer riding crop (complete with a leather flap cut in the shape of reindeer horns) - but the downside was that she was so horny it was becoming more and more of an effort not to just make off with all the toys to use on herself.
The head of the department didn't help either.
Fleet Winterdeer wasn't one of Santa's top reindeer, but he did fill in for his cousin Dasher whenever the other shifter wasn't able to perform at his peak levels. All of the reindeer shifters had fill ins for the same reason, but Clementine had never been as attracted to any of the others she'd met as she was to Fleet.
In his reindeer form he was made of muscle, with gorgeously arrayed antlers, and a sleek coat of brown fur. In human form, he was still all muscle but his hair was shaggy and he had constant scruff decorating his jawline that she wanted to run her hand across, and he dressed in tightly fitted jeans and t-shirts showing off his incredible body. He was also always a gentleman in his own gruff way, taking care of everyone in his department, always understanding of any problems anyone was having, always there to lend a hand when it was needed. All of the female elves in the department lusted after him, but he'd never shown any interest in any of them. Clementine had even heard one or two of the scorned elves saying he must not like females, because they couldn't fathom him not being interested in them for any other reason.
She didn't know the truth; all she knew was that being around him on a daily basis wasn't helping her current situation. But she also did her best work when he was there, her imagination running rampant with all the naughty things she'd like to do with him.
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"You realize, if she's offended or feels pressured because you're her supervisor, she could end up requesting to be transferred?" Santa asked, peering sternly at Fleet over his half-moon glasses. People always remembered the jolliness and good cheer and forgot that he also tracked miscreants and misbehavior. Not that Fleet was trying to misbehave, exactly, although he wouldn't mind being very naughty with a certain elf... which was how he'd ended up sitting across from Santa's desk.
"I understand, Sir," he said. "But I'm pretty sure she's my mate and my reindeer is becoming more and more frantic. If I don't at least try, I may be the one needing a transfer soon."
Santa sighed heavily, but there was a small smile on his lips. He had a reputation for being a bit of a romantic.
"Very well," said Santa. "If she really is your mate, she's going to be feeling a pull too. And as much as I'd hate to lose her brilliant imagination in the department, I'm not sure it's the best fit for her. She seems agitated lately. So if she tells you to bugger off and decides to switch departments, it won't be a total loss."
The idea of her switching departments had his reindeer's hooves violently clattering inside his head, like it was banging on the inside of Fleet's skull, trying to get out. Normally his other side was pretty docile, uninterested in Fleet's occasional girlfriends, and just happy to get out and play in the snow. That had all changed the day Clementine Goldensleigh had stepped into his department; the second his deer had gotten a whiff of her delicious cinnamon scent, it had turned into a demanding nag driven by sexual frustration.
On top of smelling like cinnamon, she was also incredibly beautiful, with a very nice set of curves (which Christmas elves were known for - it was all the cookies and peppermints) and white curls surrounding a heart-shaped face. She was also as kind, giving, and sweet as she was beautiful. With a wicked imagination. Even if his reindeer hadn't gone berserk inside his head, he wasn't sure he would have stood a chance.
That they also spent all their time together surrounded by naughty toys and clothing didn't help the situation at all. He couldn't look at a single thing within his department without wanting to see it or use it on Clementine.
His reindeer wanted to infused her natural cinnamon smell with his own, to ensure everyone knew exactly who she belonged to. That there were more elves than shifters around didn't matter to the animal. Fleet winced, remembering how he'd been unable to keep his other half from marking a border around her house the last time he'd shifted. In urine.
The other reindeer thought it was hilarious. Fortunately, none of them teased him about any of it - they were all a lot more careful about teasing and bullying after the whole thing with Rudolph.
"Thank you, Sir," Fleet managed to say, very carefully NOT thinking about the possibility of Clementine leaving the department.
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It was late enough that everyone else had gone home. Clementine was still there though, pretending to examine a leather paddle with snowflakes imprinted on its surface. Because it was leather, it would take quite a swing to leave a trail of snowflakes behind on someone's skin...
She almost whimpered, her thighs clenching as her pussy spasmed at the thought.
Sighing, she looked up at the clock. Maybe Fleet wasn't coming back tonight. She'd been trying to tell herself she wasn't just hanging around to see him, but it was time to admit the truth. She definitely had been hoping he'd come back after his meeting with Santa and she'd catch a glimpse of him, and now it was time to give up.
What she wouldn't give to have him come back, find her here working late, and spank her with the leather paddle she was holding for working herself too hard. Her nipples tingled, turning into hard little points as her pussy clenched emptily again. As she started to put the paddle down... she hesitated.
No one else was here right?
And Fleet wouldn't be coming back...
Would it really be so wrong to test out the paddle on herself? Just to see what it felt like? Just to add a little extra oomph to her fantasies so that when she went back to her room and pulled out her trusty vibrator there would be a little something extra in sensation?
Looking around, a small thrill curled in her stomach.
Empty. The whole department was empty, no one else was in the warehouse...
Still, she scurried over to one of the corners, which was mostly hidden by large piles of wrapped gifts. Just in case someone walked in. Although, the possibility of being caught also added a little fillip to the scenario. A little dash of extra excitement.
Bending forward, she leaned one elbow on the table, twisting her body slightly so she could hold the paddle and swing at her own bottom.
Thwap.
It was awkward and only stung a little, but she still liked it. Definitely enough to do it again.
Thwap.
She closed her eyes, spreading her legs a little to get a more balanced stance so she could swing a little harder.
Thwap!
Gasping, she swung the paddle again, lifting her bottom up to meet it. In her mind's eye, she was bent over in front of Fleet, who was sternly unamused at her late hours, admonishing her for not taking better care of herself.
Thwap!
Her pussy pulsed as the sting sank a little deeper, a little better.
"Oh Fleet..."
She didn't even realize she'd whispered his name until a deep voice responded.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
Shrieking, Clementine jumped about a foot in the air, both sets of her cheeks now burning.
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It had probably been rude to watch Clementine with the leather paddle, but Fleet really hadn't meant to. He'd gotten back to the department, expecting to find it empty, so he could plan how he was going to approach Clementine tomorrow, and instead he'd smelled her scent so strongly he'd known she was still there. Then his ears had picked up some very strange noises coming from the far corner... when he'd seen her bent over, using the paddle on her own sweet ass, he'd literally frozen until she'd said his name.
Then his heart had done about thirty flips inside his chest in the space of three seconds and he'd answered her before he could really think about it.
