by Sean Shake
I expected her call after me, or shout at me or something. But she did none of those things.
After I’d walked maybe a hundred, maybe only fifty feet away, I glanced over my shoulder.
But she was gone, melded into the crowd.
I wondered if I’d ever see her again.
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When I got back to the boat, I found it full of life, music blasting out of speakers from somewhere on it, the girls dancing and drinking.
One of the girls—I couldn’t tell if it was one of the ones I had brought on—raised a red plastic cup at me. “We found alcohol,” she shouted.
“Wonderful,” I muttered, and climbed aboard.
After a quick headcount, it seemed like the only girls on board were the ones I had brought on board.
Besides, they were all attractive women, so I didn’t really mind if a few were stowaways.
I pulled up the anchor, then went to the helm and started the engine.
Before I pulled out I scanned the crowd, looking for the mystery girl one last time.
I saw a flash of pink and my heart leapt into my throat, but it was just a man with a pink wig.
I sighed and shook my head, then carefully got the boat turned around and pointed back toward Erica’s house.
Halfway there, two of the girls came up to me and clung to me.
“Hey Captain” one of them said, a skinny brunette with large breasts. “You don’t look like you’re having very much fun. You should be having tons of fun with all of us pretty girls aboard.”
“You’re not wrong,” I agreed, still not looking at either of them, my gaze fixed ahead, my mind elsewhere.
Then I felt a hand rubbing my crotch through my suit.
“Why don’t you let us cheer you up?” the one from my other side suggested. She was a brunette as well, though taller, and looked to be a cross between Angelina Jolie and Rihanna.
“Be my guest,” I said.
Turned out I had to undo my own pants with their invisible zipper. Nice safety feature.
I wasn’t sure what oral would do to these girls, if anything, so this was a good experiment.
I got a lot of looks as I stood at the helm with two girls going down on me.
I even passed harbor patrol—or some official-looking vehicle. There was a badge on the side and the guys on board were wearing uniforms—but instead of getting mad at me, or even worse citing or arresting me, they just gave me a thumbs up.
I gave them a thumbs up in return.
What a weird turn my life had taken.
Two days ago I was a Santa Claus in a mall having little kids sit on my lap and fart on me, if not outright shit on me.
Now I was on a boat full of girls that I was about to bang, and two of them were giving me the sloppiest blowjob I’d ever received in my life.
And the weirdness had barely even begun, we still had so much to do.
I’d only been Santa for two days, and it still didn’t seem real.
Like, I had powers. Not exactly superpowers, but pretty damn close. I could fucking shoot ice from my hands. I could shoot ice right now. Probably.
I didn’t for many reasons. One, I didn’t want draw attention, and two and more importantly, I didn’t want to accidentally cryogenically freeze someone.
I wouldn’t want to mess around and—
And then one of the girls sucked particularly hard on me, sucking out all coherent thought from my mind.
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We made it back in one piece, but that was only because when Kendra and Kelly—the two girls going down on me—had made me orgasm so hard that I slammed the wheel to the side, we were in the middle of the bay, and there wasn’t a lot to hit.
They hadn’t turned into elves from it, and as far as I could tell, nothing at all had happened. I still had the same amount of points as before, so I hadn’t inadvertently used Elf Creation. And no other new powers had been unlocked.
“Nice haul,” Rue commented, coming up to the dock as the girls unloaded from the boat.
“Thanks.”
“You think you’re up to inseminating them all?”
I grimaced. “When you say it like that it makes me not want to.”
She shrugged. “Are you? Because you kind of look… spent.”
“I might have gotten a blowjob on the way here.”
She shook her head. “Men. How many points do you have?”
“Ninety-four.”
“Good. Now get in there and fill those girls up with your seed.”
“I hate you Rue.”
“Good, I’ve always liked hate fucks. I’ll masturbate while watching you convert them, and I’ll imagine you being upset with me.”
“You are so weird.”
I made nine more elves, then only had four points left, not enough to make more.
And I didn’t want to make a troll.
Actually that wasn’t true. I really did, but knew I shouldn’t.
Still…
How cool would it be to have a troll army?
I wondered if they'd be hot trolls. That would be a bonus.
I went to the kitchen to grab a beer, thinking about hot naked warrior trolls.
Only to find several girls already there.
They stopped me before I could get to the fridge, telling me they’d make me whatever I wanted.
“I just want a beer.”
“Nonsense,” one of them said. “Go on. Rest. We’ll make you something nice.”
Then they basically shoved me out.
I sat down on the couch and spent five or so minutes trying to figure out the remote control before I finally got the TV to turn on.
The girls brought me out some kind of fruity drink, which was really not what I was in the mood for.
I expressed my displeasure.
“Just try it,” one of them said, the one who looked like Angelina Jolie and Rihanna.
And like Angelina Jolie and Rihanna often were, she was topless.
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I took a sip of my drink as the girls all looked at me eagerly. “Good job,” I assured them.
They seemed happy at this, and Ange-Riha grabbed me and pulled my head against her large breasts as she began giving me a massage.
As I kicked my legs up on the couch and took another sip of the not-half-bad drink, I wondered where Rue and Alexa were.
Despite what she had said, Rue hadn’t watched me with the other girls.
I was actually kind of disappointed.
One of the girls—an angel-faced dirty-blonde with tiny tits but a nice round ass—grabbed my manhood and started playing with it, apparently eager to be turned into an elf herself.
But I was distracted. I couldn’t stop thinking about trolls. It was ridiculous, but there it was.
I set my drink down and stood up, pulling away from Angelina and her pillow-like breasts.
The girl who had been fondling me asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
I looked down at her and smiled. “Come here.”
She stood and looked up at me.
I placed one hand on the small of her back, the other on her pert ass, then bent over and kissed her deeply.
She eagerly kissed me back, her tongue darting hesitantly into my mouth.
She was still wearing a bathing suit, and I pushed it aside to get a better grip on her ass, letting my finger rest between her cheeks.
She let out a moan as I started teasing her hole.
Then I pulled away. “Got to check on something. Don’t go anywhere.”
She stared up at me, dazed and panting. “Wha…”
Unable to help myself, I pulled her top aside, revealing her tits and squeezing one of them.
She licked her lips as I did this, grabbed my hand, tried to move it down to her crotch.
God, it was getting harder and harder not to make trolls.
But I forced myself away, despite protests—from the girl and from my second head—and went to look for Alexa and Rue.
I found them in what looked to be an office.
Erica was here too.
“What are you girls up to?”
“We’re planning out how to best build up our resources,” Alexa said.
“Arguing,” Rue added.
“I’m glad you’ve finally seen the light,” Erica said.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
She gestured with her head while looking at my crotch.
I looked down, then back up at her. “I don’t get it.”
“You’ve shaken off the bonds of clothing.”
“Oh. No, I just don’t have anything else to wear, and I don’t feel like putting on the Santa suit right now.”
“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”
I shook my head. Like Rue and Alexa, she was so weird.
And so hot. Sometimes literally.
“How many have you done?” Rue asked.
“Elves? Nine.”
“Not even halfway there?”
“Not my fault. I don’t have enough points. That’s actually what I wanted to talk about. I was—”
“No,” Rue interrupted.
“No what?”
“You want to make trolls, don’t you?”
“Well… I mean… Yeah.”
She looked at Alexa. “Why do they always want to make trolls?”
Alexa shrugged. “I’ve only known one Santa.”
“Look, we have a Christmas to save, and we’re already in the second day of Christmas, so focus on making elves, not trolls.”
“The second day of Christmas would be the twenty-seventh,” I said.
“What? No. That’s stupid. That’s after Christmas. What kind of countdown would that be?”
“I didn’t know it was a countdown.”
“Of course it’s a countdown.”
“Right. Is there anything I can help with? In the planning?”
Rue waved her hand at me dismissively.
Alexa shrugged. “I don’t think you have enough experience yet and explaining it to you would just slow us down. You’ll get plenty of experience once we get the new elves over there and see how things work. Besides, like Rue said, we’re really just arguing about how to start.”
I looked at Erica. “What are you doing here then?”
“I’m referee. And eye-candy.”
“Right…” I said. “What are the options?”
Rue squinted suspiciously at me. I didn’t know why I found it so cute when she did that, but I did. It was one of the few things she did that I found cute. “Are you really interested?”
“I am.”
“Well, we’re arguing about whether to set the elves to creating one workshop first, and then start working that one to capacity, or building all the workshops first, and then filling them in with elves.”
“Hmm,” I said, rubbing my chin. It wasn’t exactly clear which one would be most efficient. If they created one factory first and filled that up, that would start production of gifts sooner. But then the next elves that came in would have to build their own factory. Whereas if they were all built at once, then each group of elves that came in could start working as soon as they were finished, but it would take longer until they could start making gifts.
I wasn’t actually sure there was a difference. I could see why they were arguing about it.
We had eighteen elves in transformation, but we’d only have nine—eight if you didn’t count Erica—ready tonight.
“How long would it take for the elves we have to build a new workshop?”
“For seventeen? Eighteen if you count her?” She gestured at Erica. “Maybe a day.”
“Ouch, that’s a lot of time.” I didn’t know what I had been expecting. Getting a building up in that time was pretty amazing, but the fact that we had less than eleven days left meant we needed to work really fast.
I could see why Rue wanted me to get as many elves as possible.
I might have to start leaving Miami. Too many girls suddenly going missing would draw unwanted attention.
“I just thought of something,” I said.
“That I’m right?” Rue asked.
“Huh? No, about the elves. Aren’t people going to notice them going missing?”
“Sure.”
I waited for further explanation.
None came.
“Isn’t that a problem?”
“Not really,” Alexa said. “Or it hasn’t been.”
Rue nodded in agreement. “It’s always been Santa by himself. Getting suitable women, then bringing them through before converting them.”
I scowled. “That’s… a good idea. Why don’t we do that? Bring them over, then convert them.”
“Where would they stay?” Rue asked. “Until they are converted, they can’t withstand cold.”
“We could put them in Alexa’s house. It’s plenty big.”
“It’s better if you stay here. Closer to the source, less time spent traveling back and forth. We’re under a time crunch. You can stay here and make them, and we’ll take them home once they’re converted. More efficient that way.”
“That still leaves the problem of the missing girls. How did you deal with it before? Just ignore it? That seems… mean.”
“Last time we just took the whole town.”
“Created something of a conspiracy theory,” Alexa said.
“A whole town? Which one?”
Rue pursed her lips. “Riverwood? Riveroak? Something like that.”
“Okay, we can’t do that. We have to make sure the girls tell their families and friends something. Like that they’re going on vacation. That they’ve won an all-expense-paid trip if spending that kind of money on a whim would draw attention.”
“You have fun with that,” Rue said.
I grunted. She was clearly not going to be any help with this. “How long will it take to get everything up and running once we have elves?”
“That all depends on how many elves you can make,” Alexa said.
“How many elves did you have before? Before, you know, everything happened.”
Alexa’s face fell, and Rue answered instead. “About seven hundred.”
“Jesus, that’s a lot. Do we need that many?”
Rue didn’t answer me, instead scanning the room.
“Rue?”
“Huh?”
“I asked if we need that many.”
“No, that was for redundancy. Like I already told you, we can make do with a hundred. Stop worrying and get to copulating.”
I sighed. “Is sleeping really the only way to recharge?”
They looked at each other again.
“Would you guys stop doing that? Just say what you’re thinking.”
“There is another way,” Alexa said. “But you’re not going to like it.”
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“I am not doing that,” I said.
“You’re the one who asked,” Rue replied.
I shook my head. “I don’t care. I’m not doing that.”
“Well it’s there if you want to,” Alexa said. “They’re just demons.”
“Nope. It’s not happening. Let’s drop it.” No way in hell, was I doing that.
“You should try to get some sleep then,” Alexa said.
“It’s daytime.”
“I know. But if you sleep, you can make more elves.”
“I’m not even tired. And I don’t feel like getting drunk enough to pass out.” Although, I did have a bunch of hot girls to party with. So maybe…
“Come on. I’ll give you a massage. I’ve got magic fingers.”
Apparently, she meant that literally, because once I was in Erica’s bed, Alexa’s fingers working my neck and back, I drifted off to sleep quickly.
And dreamed of the pink-haired girl.
In my dreams, I saw her standing in a void, facing away from me.
I flew toward her, but kept passing her, and every time I would turn around to go back, she’d be
facing away, so that I could never get a look at her face.
Her hair changed colors, and each time I passed her by and turned around, it was a different color.
But there was always some bit of pink somewhere. Either her clothes or her hair, or even her skin.
When I tried to call out to her, she vanished, and everything went black.
Someone shook me and I woke up with a start.
“They’re ready,” Rue said.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, feeling confused. “How long was I asleep for?”
“Several hours.”
I checked my points.
STATS
Points
Available: 56
Generation rate: 11 per Earth hour while sleeping
Max capacity: 125
Energy
Fire: 100%
Ice: 100%
Progress
Unique Gifts: 0 created, 0 planned
Total Gifts: 0 created
Households Remaining: 2.1 billion
Percent Complete: 0%
Resources
Sleigh: N/A
Reindeer: 1
Elves: 9
Workshops: 0
Headquarters: 1, hidden
Spirits
Spirit of Christmas: 6
Spirit of Ice: 27
Spirit of Fire: 8
Spirit of Air: 0
Spirit of Joy: 0
Spirit of Time: 0
Enough for five. And hey, my regen rate had gone up. I wondered why. Did making elves make me more powerful?
And I had nine elves now. That must have meant— “Are the elves ready?”
“Are you literally deaf? That’s why I woke you.”
“Where’s Alexa?” I asked
“Your idea of converting them back at home in the Northern Realm got us thinking about how we could transport a lot of them at once. She couldn’t find any portals within walking distance. But the boat holds like thirty, so now she’s out trying to find a portal on the water so we can take them all at once.”
I shook my head. “She can drive a boat?”
“We’ll find out if she makes it back okay.”
I gave her a harsh look. “That’s not funny.”
“I think it’s funny. She’ll be fine. I think if she can manage to create a new Santa Claus, she can manage to drive a boat.”
