Krampus: Elfie V

On the night that Liam’s destiny changed forever, Sarah, the woman who abandoned him for a cheap date that promised a starlet career, sat on a curb outside of a club staring at Liam’s number in her phone. For Sarah, things had been going well. Two days before, she had a meeting with a casting director that went better than she could have imagined resulting in the scheduling of a second meeting. Her new beau, Kevin, had been incredibly affectionate over the past few days. Her roommates, Jessica and Marti, decided to take Sarah and Kevin out to celebrate with the promise of flowing booze and wild dancing. All leading to her sitting alone in the middle of a crowd of smokers, staring at Liam’s name.

During this moment of reflection, a small blip of unhappiness rippled across the world as one Santa stopped and another Santa began. The blip did not affect many people, and most of those who were affected only had a small spat with the person closest to them at the time. But for Sarah, the blip started a chain of events that would ultimately put her on the road to Silverton to salvage a relationship with the last man she believed actually cared about her.

The first thing went wrong behind her in the club where Kevin enjoyed a platonic dance with Jessica. At least, platonic until that moment of unease and unhappiness hit him. With his contentment disturbed, he saw Jessica in a different light and wondered what her mouth tasted like. His own lack of moral fiber took hold of the moment from that point.

The second thing occurred on the other side of the city. The casting agent scheduled with a follow up meeting with Sarah had her own moment of spontaneous displeasure which did little more than make her pause walking up the stairs to her bedroom. During this pause, she shifted her weight, putting her foot at an odd angle for the next step. Resuming her ascent, her foot snagged on the next stair. She tumbled forward, landing hard on her right arm. The bone broke, and her schedule, as well as her good impression of Sarah, cleared as a result.

The third thing would not come to fruition until the reveal of Kevin’s infidelity two days later, but like the others it rooted in that moment of discord. While Sarah sat on the curb, Marti stumbled through the crowd looking for a sympathetic ear. Marti’s girlfriend had broken up with her the previous week, but, with a few drinks in her, Marti made a valiant effort to reconnect through drunk text messages. The effort failed abysmally, leaving Marti embarrassed, ashamed, and desperate for someone to console her. She spotted Sarah in that moment, but then the blip hit her. She did not see Sarah as a potential consoling friend, but as a self absorbed, ungrateful introvert who had eschewed their company to sit alone on a dirty sidewalk. The thought buried itself in her mind, such that, a few days later when Jessica and Sarah argued over the illicit activities with a cheating boyfriend, Marti sided with Jessica, knowing full well that Jessica had been in the wrong.

With no job prospects, a boyfriend that betrayed her, and roommates that cast her out, Sarah decided to take time to herself. She thought once more of Liam, threw her meager belongings in her car, and started driving toward Silverton. No pure love motivated her, but instead an intense desire to be validated. Sarah knew quite well that she intended to manipulate Liam, to use him up again until her confidence rebuilt itself. But that was her nature, and she did not believe she could deviate from it. She even convinced herself that returning to Liam was a gift to him. He never had it so good as when she deigned to love him. She would allow him the privilege of loving her again, rescue him from his mundane life for a while, and then leave him broken once more.

This cold and heartless intent would ultimately change the world.

***

Elfie led Liam down the ever winding corridors of the Workshop. After the third turn, they arrived at a door. This door did not look like any of the others. Large and made of ancient wood, iron bands bound together its timbers. A tarnished silver ring was bolted into the right side of the door. Elfie pointed at it, and Liam stepped up to pull, the door’s hinges groaning as they moved.

Santa and his elf stepped through the door into a wide, open meadow of lush green. Bright starry sky hung overhead, showing constellations that Liam did not recognize. “So what’s it called?”

“Doesn’t have a special name. We always called this part the Amphitheater, I think,” Elfie said. “It’s part of Fae like the Workshop. Neutral ground for creatures like us to meet with others. It’s used on festival days, but otherwise most things leave it alone. Had you found it before now, you wouldn’t have been able to budge the door. Look, the stars are the ones from Fae. Magical pinpricks of light, not all that fancy physical world stuff of the mortal realm. Oberon wanted to show Titania how much he loved her, so he scooped up a hand full of diamonds and threw them into the sky. At the end of each age, the Queen reaches up to the sky and plucks one out to wear on her necklace. One day, she will glitter with all the light of the night sky, but the world of Fae will go dark.”

Liam knelt down to feel the grass as he listened. “I guess that’s a literal story,” he mused. “One way or the other, I’ll be there when that happens, right?”

“Yes, Master.” Elfie turned away from him, pretending to admire the runes etched on a nearby stone. “But I won’t.”

Liam rose and went to her, wrapping his arms around her petite form. They settled down onto the grass, and she rested her head on his shoulder. “Tell me what happened to the last Santa. You remember, I know you do. It’s come back to you over the past week, hasn’t it.”

“Yes, but I shouldn’t. How would you like me gossiping about you once you’ve gone?”

“I’d hope that you only have good things to say about me.” His hand caressed her face, drawing her into a kiss. “Go on.”

“You remember the night it happened. Cold, snowy. I don’t know why Santa, the old Santa that is, brought us to Silverton. That Santa was once called Nicholas Gerhardt, but he’d long forgotten that name. You have to understand that mortal minds aren’t meant to live that long. Most of his predecessors became more Fae, letting go of the mortal world. Nicholas didn’t. I’m not sure he liked being Santa very much. It took a long while for him to understand it, you see. Before he became Santa, he was a holy man of some kind. He wanted the idea of Santa to mold into something that aligned with those beliefs. Still, he tried to use his new magic to bring joy more directly. Nicholas brought in all the ideas of giving gifts every years and things like that.

“But not even Santa can stop the wickedness of men. Nicholas lived through three centuries of horrible human behavior. He blamed himself some, and blamed humans for the rest. That doesn’t mean he stopped trying. He just…didn’t try as hard. Over the years, he thought up different ways of getting humans to keep the spirit themselves. I think he succeeded in that. Humans call it commercialization, but mortals still make joy in it. Like all those lights on the front of the Workshop. Those make people happy, even if only a little. Anyway, he developed some bad habits. At some point, he used his magic to make candy work on him like alcohol would work on you. Said he didn’t like the taste of liquor, but liked candy just fine.”

“Oh!” Liam blurted out. “So when he came in that night buying a load of candy canes, he was getting hammered?”

“Yes,” Elfie admitted. “I saw you in the shop. He told me to wait outside because he didn’t want to confuse you. The fauns and I didn’t like to see him getting all that candy, but it meant he’d be in a good mood which meant that…well, you know. He came out, shoved the candy in my hands, then went off with a mouth full of sweets and one of the fauns to have a roll in the snow. Meanwhile, you came out and got in your car. I thought you were handsome. Well, the last me did. I didn’t exactly exist yet. You drove off, and I thought we would go home. Instead, Santa wanted to give you a little Christmas spirit. He called up his sleigh, a prop he’d been using for a few hundred years. He loaded us into it and took off.

“I think what he meant to do was get low enough so that you could see him in your car. Then he’d have leaned out, given a big wave, and flown off ‘ho, ho, hoing’. But he’d gotten himself drunk. He took two wobbly steps, and the fauns and I watched him fall out of the sleigh. Oh, the faces on those fauns when they realized what had happened. I…I tried to reach out for them, but we’d all started to dissolve already. Then there was me. A brand new Elfie for a brand new Santa. Always the pair of us.” She gripped his hand and squeezed.

“Pairs again,” Liam said, rubbing at his beard. “Everyone seems to have a pair of some kind. Does Krampus have one? Someone like you?”

“No, master, Krampus isn’t human. He’s a Fae like me. As far back as I can remember, it’s only been Krampus and his satyrs. All of them are Fae, left behind when the doors closed. The King and Queen did not tell me why. Or if they did, I don’t remember.”

“And you haven’t wondered all these years?”

“Of course, I have. But wondering doesn’t accomplish much. Krampus seems to go on forever. I get reset every few centuries, but not him. After a while, I gave up trying to keep up and started making sure our half of the bargain got filled.”

Liam’s eyes scanned around the clearing. He could see nothing in any direction except more grassy plain and starry sky. “Then we better get ready to keep up the tradition. Let’s head back and start gathering everyone.” He got to his feet and brought Elfie close to him. “I know I can’t promise to stay with you forever. But I’m going to try, Elfie. A piece is missing out of all of this. Maybe I can find it.”

Elfie didn’t respond. She just kissed his hands. Together, they went back through the hole in reality.

***

Liam’s house looked like Christmas vomited all over it. Sarah had not expected to find her ex so much in the season. Maybe he found a ton of decorations in his parent’s attic and didn’t have anything better to do in this small town, she thought. While dating, she’d visited his home with Liam a few times, but that was before she’d been out west. Silverton looked absolutely pathetic by comparison. That is, except for Liam’s house. She’d barely seen any decorations back in L.A., but what she had seen paled in comparison to the spectacle of Liam’s home. It looked more like it should belong in the center of some grand light festival rather than sitting oddly in the bend of an otherwise empty road.

She shuffled up the pathway between large candy canes to the door. Smoothing out her coat, she decided to open it up a bit and pull down her shirt, to remind Liam of what he was missing while jerking off in this winter wonderland. She knocked and, much to Sarah’s surprise, a woman opened the door. Quite the woman opened the door. Sarah blushed as she looked at the biggest set of breasts she’d ever seen, feeling particularly girlish about pulling her shirt down. The woman looked younger than Sarah, but had stark white hair and a pair of gold rimmed glasses. “Um, hi, I was looking for Liam’s hou—”

“Oh you must be Sarah!” Emily said. “Come in, come in. We weren’t expecting you, of course, er, but Liam has told us a good deal about you.” Emily ushered her in the door and then stood awkwardly beside Sarah, gesturing at a perfectly normal appearing parlor that, as far as Sarah remembered, was the parlor meant to be in Liam’s house. “Can I take your coat?”

Sarah wriggled out of the heavy garment, looking more closely at the room. Parts of it were blurry and everything smelled strongly of cedar, as if a massive Christmas tree stood right in the center of it all, but she couldn’t see it. “I’m sorry, you seem to know me, but I don’t know you. Are you Liam’s…girlfriend?” She’d weighed the idea of sister or cousin, but the girl looked nothing like Liam.

“No, I’m more of his housekeeper. Go on then, have a seat. We’re a bit busy at the moment, but I think I can get Liam in to speak with you. Just wait right there. And don’t wander off.” Emily disappeared down a corridor, fascinating Sarah with the swaying of her massive ass.

“Odd woman,” Sarah murmured to herself. The whole house put her off. She’d not expected to find anything more than a lonely, dark building from which she could rescue Liam. Instead, a gorgeous, possibly pregnant, and brilliantly cheerful woman answered the door. Maybe he bought a prostitute, she thought. No, he wouldn’t be ballsy enough to do that, especially not a pregnant one. Maybe it was some local chick fleecing him in the same way Sarah hoped to do. She worried that it wouldn’t be a fair competition with her meager proportions. Still, she took her moment of privacy to doll up a little more, painfully pulling her breasts around in her bra to show them off as best she could. From the hallway where Emily had gone she heard excited voices, a door slam, and then the thumping of boots on wood. Liam emerged.

Sarah’s mouth hung open in full shock. She’d cheated on a flabby gutted, half depressed twenty-three year old. The man standing opposite her was none of that. He even looked taller, a lot taller. Built like a swimmer who started lifting weights fanatically, and showing off a white, cropped beard below white hair. “What the fuck?” she said.

Liam smiled broadly. “Sarah, what brings you here?”

She hated him instantly. Whatever he’d done, however he’d cheated life to become this, she hated him for it. She hated him for making her feel small. She hated him most for seeming to genuinely care about her with absolutely no intent on being beholden to her. Her voice cracked and caught in her throat. “I thought we could talk. I don’t like how things ended between us.”

“Neither do I,” he said. “But I’m afraid you’ve caught me at a bad time.”

“Liam, what the hell is going on? How do you look like that? Who was Tits McGee that answered the door? Are there other people back there? Also, since when —”

He sat down on the couch next to her, his looming presence drawing her silent. He put his hand on her knee and peered into her eyes with uncomfortable clarity. “I know it’s a lot. I have an entirely plausible explanation for everything, but I can’t explain it now. I have a meeting that I can’t miss, not even for you. You’re welcome to wait. There’s no where else for you to go in town, unfortunately. I can have someone bring you a meal or something to drink. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, though.”

“You think I came all this way to have a fucking sandwich? You want me to sit here waiting for you for god knows how long?” She wanted to storm out, but he was right. She couldn’t drive all the way back to L.A., not yet. The nearest hotel was two hours away. She jerked her knee away from his hand.

Liam’s face fell. “I want for you to not be hurt any more, Sarah. I think I can help with that, but not right now. So wait, or don’t. It’s up to you.”

She watched him get up and leave. Just walked right away, as if she were a door to door salesman left sitting dumbly on the couch. Sarah wanted to cry, but it would only help if he saw her do it. And Liam had already gone.

***

“How did it go?” Elfie asked, standing beside the great wooden door.

“As well as could be expected,” Liam said. “She’s nearly broken, and my little scheduling conflict might have made it worse. I’ve seen some weak and injured hearts with this magical insight stuff, but seeing Sarah like that was something else. No joy or anything in her. Do people like that ever turn around?”

Elfie shrugged, “It’s not your fault, Master. Humans are complicated and messy. You’ve found a lot of good-hearted ones for our family. They’re all waiting inside, ready to perform at the festival for you and all of humanity. Focus on that.”

“Ok, but after this, Sarah is the first person we fix. We might have to do it one at a time, but I’m not going to turn into what Nicholas was. Come on.”

Together, they walked back into the green glade of the Amphitheater. The other elves, Sam and Kelly, and Emily waited on the other side. The elves continually looked around as though they might see Krampus creeping across the starlit plain. Sam and Kelly held each others hands, squatting down on their haunches and looking alert. Emily walked over to Liam and Elfie as they entered. “So how’d that go?”

Liam shook his head, “Talk about it after. I’m going to ramp up the aura a little to chill everyone out. They all look a little spooked.”

Elfie shivered as the wave of energy radiated out from Liam. She saw the elves relax, each pair’s hands starting to grope one another. “Careful, Master, or you’ll get the party started a little early.”

As if in response, on the opposite side of the meadow, a door started to open. Liam had seen many surreal things in the past few days, but nothing quite like seeing a hole cut in reality. From what he could discern over the distance, it opened into a stone hallway lit by torchlight rather than electric bulbs like the Workshop. From this doorway in reality, Krampus emerged. The other Fae looked similar to what Liam expected, except much larger.

Krampus’s hooves left deep divots in the ground as he walked. The top of his head was eight feet from the bottom of his hooves, but his horns stretched another two feet above that, curving to sinister points above his scalp. A shaggy mane of black, well-kept hair framed an angular face with a blunt nose, wide golden eyes, and a wide mouth beset with sharp teeth and a long, forked tongue. His skin gleamed in the starlight, a pale blue color on the face and torso that darkened into near black at his naval. His muscular chest bore no hair, but a thick pelt developed at his waist, covering his thighs and legs in hair. He wore nothing to conceal his cock. Liam did not know a creature could exist with a dick bigger than his own, but Krampus’s hung down at least fifteen inches, flat at the tip like that of an equine. A wispy, long tail flicked behind him as he stalked across the Amphitheater, his eyes full of wonder and eagerness.

Behind him came the satyrs, a dozen of them all of similar shape and different coloring. They looked small beside their master, but most of them were at least six foot or more. The males had thicker hair across their chests and down their backs before turning into shaggy curls down their legs. They clearly had their own excitement building at the sight of the elves as many of their cocks were already swelling to sizable lengths. Like their master, they had horns curving out of their heads, but none were as prodigious as Krampus’s. The females had heavy breasts clear of any fur or hair. Their entire underbellies were bare, but their backsides were covered in short curls. Of the six females, five had rings through their nipples. The sixth bore a ring through her nose. Their faces were not blunted like Krampus’s, nor were they muzzled like Sam or Kelly, falling somewhere between the two for an unearthly shape that Liam could not deny as beautiful in its way. All of the satyrs remained clustered around their master as they approached the midpoint between the two magical doors.

Liam walked out to meet them with his closest four gathered around him. He knew he no longer needed to stoke their libidos with his magic. The elves were all ready to frenzy, and Emily had started leaking milk while gazing at the various shapes of the satyr cocks. As they approached, Krampus brought a clawed hand up to stroke his chin in mock contemplation. “Santa, you look different?”

“New Santa,” Liam answered. “I’ve come to honor the festival. Uh, Elfie am I supposed to say something specific here?”

Krampus’s long tongue flicked between his teeth and he sighed, “Honestly its good to see some new faces. Old St. Nick was outside of the times, if you ask me.” Krampus’s lamp like eyes turned to Elfie. “You’re prettier than the last one made you. Closer to what you look like in Fae. Strangely close even, but I doubt you remember that by now. All the same, good to see you.” He clapped his hands. “No need to stand on ceremony my new friend. What do they call you?”

“Liam,” he answered. “I know you only as Krampus.”

“For that is my name. We Fae have singular names. Some superlatives, some embellishments, but I am Krampus and I am the only Krampus. That is all. As you clearly know, the King and Queen of Fae set me and Elfie into the world of men to bring balance to their spirits of joy. Or something like that. The King and Queen are mad after all. We commemorate this agreement with the trading of partners on the yearly occasion of the Great Solstice. There, that’s enough words. I’m excited by your new selection.” His eyes turned to Emily and then to Sam. “Damned agreement should have specified that I get to pick. You know sometimes you’re just in the mood for a particular kind of tightness, but alas that is not the way it was written. For my part, I offer Ovtael.” He stuck out his hand and the satyress who lacked the nipple piercings stepped forward. “May your hearts be likened as the pair of you join together in the carnal bliss.”

Krampus turned back to look at Liam. Santa’s eyes were distant and his mouth agape. “Pairs…” he whispered. “You don’t have a pairing, do you Krampus? That was part of the deal originally. A mortal gets to have a Fae, so I get to have Elfie, right? But you weren’t satisfied with whatever they offered you, so you refused. Or whatever — hang on, I think I’m understanding something. That’s what this whole festival thing is all about. Settling the original deal.”

“This one sounds like he’s dreamed of Fae his whole life, Elfie,” Krampus said. “I would think you told him, but that’s been burned away after all these years.”

“I’m right though, aren’t I?”

“You’re on the right path, but I can already tell you that your selection doesn’t have anything to offer me that I haven’t —”

“No! Of course not, because Santa always brings the people who he keeps with him year round. People like him, with joy in their heart that they want to spread to the rest of mankind. But that’s not your style is it Krampy.”

“Look, we’ve just met lets keep it to Krampu-”

“Ah, shh! This all makes too much sense. The timing of her showing up. The fact that Nicholas fell in front of my shitty car. Hang on, wait here. Nobody move.”

Without another word, Liam ran back through the door, leaving Krampus and Ovtael looking very confused and disappointed. Elfie shrugged, “Sorry, he’s new?”

***

Sarah scrolled through her phone looking for someone to call or somewhere to go. Liam had been a net. Now she had nothing. Her parents would take her back for a while, but that would be the end of her dreams. They’d never let her go back to L.A. At best, she’d wind up in some office job shuffling papers while batting eyes at the guy who had the least serious drinking problem in hopes that she could latch on to him. The urge to cry had become less theatrical and more of a deep movement of sorrow within her. It vanished as Liam barged back into the room.

“Sarah, come with me!” He didn’t wait for her to respond. He grabbed her by the waist, tossed her over his shoulder, and headed back down the corridors. His strength and speed surprised her. He’d moved her around like a rag doll, but the stranger thing passed on either side of her as they moved. Doors, a dozen on either side before the first turn. Another set after that. The house couldn’t possibly be that big. When Liam finally stopped and set her down, it was before an immense wooden door that looked like it belonged on the front of a castle not buried inside a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. “Sarah, look, none of this is going to make any sense. What I want you to do is look deep inside yourself and see if you can find any reason to trust me. We were together for a long time, and you know me well enough. Do you believe that I want what is best for you?”

She didn’t want to admit it. “Yes, I think so. But boy do I have some fucking questions. Where the hell are we for one?”

“About to be somewhere else. Try not to scream, I guess.” He grabbed the massive ring on the side of the door and pulled. It opened to a different world, one populated by shadows that didn’t resolve into proper images until he guided her through into the Amphitheater.

As her eyes adjusted to the starlight, she saw a gathering of creatures that did not make sense. Short, buxom women standing beside half naked men with pointy ears. Two humanoids that looked like a deer crossed with a human. She recognized the big breasted woman, but didn’t understand why she was mostly naked with a swollen womb, gargantuan ass, and leaking nipples. The woman in the elf costume at least made sense in a way, but beyond stood a creature of nightmare. An immense, horned demon staring at her with wide golden eyes. Other monsters surrounded him, openly stroking thick erections or toying with their breasts. With a strong hand on her back, Liam guided her toward the giant demon. She wanted to react, but something about his eyes enthralled her. They peered down like deep pools of molten gold.

“Krampus, this is Sarah. Sarah, how you holding up?”

“Is it a costume? Where are we? How is there a massive grassland in your house?”

Liam rested his hand on her shoulder and looked to Krampus. “Don’t worry, she’ll work it out in a second. So long as she’s willing, I offer her to you.”

“A mortal?” he responded with a hiss, but his eyes betrayed his interest. His tone softened, “In thousands of years, not once has your kind offered a mortal to me. But the reason is obvious, Liam.” His hand gripped the massive cock between his legs. “She’d be torn in half.”

“No, because she’s not just a mortal. She’s your bonding. Ask her to become Faebound with you, then she will be shaped to how you desire. Just like I was remade for Elfie.”

Krampus’s face contorted into confusion before anger, but then into understanding. His eyes dimmed. The other satyrs started whispering between themselves. Ovtael looked to her master with giddy excitement. Krampus crouched down in front of Sarah. “I can see into your heart,” he said. “It is broken and torn. You think me a monster, and perhaps I am. But your friend has struck close to my heart with this offer. I do not know if he’s right, but I am willing to try. If you’ll have me, Sarah, then I will bond with you. You will sit by my side as Fae.”

Sarah looked from the demonic face to Liam, then to the others gathered around waiting her answer. She’d never had so much attention in her life, and she liked it. Her eyes drifted back to the creature’s massive cock. Krampus’s face had softened, and she found it rather charming in a bestial sort of way. Turning back to Liam, “I don’t understand what’s happening. What does he mean ‘bond’?”

Elfie answered, “Means to fuck a lot, like me and Santa.”

Liam shot her a severe glare. “It means that you’ll bond with him. You’ll probably be able to do magic, like me. That’s what’s happening, Sarah. I think you realized it the second you saw my house, and now your brain is resisting what’s right in front of it. We’re all magical here except for you. I can tell you the whole story afterward, but for now you have to make a decision.”

“I don’t make decisions, Liam. You should know that better than anyone. I just roll with what happens, and when I get scared I run back to something that I trust.”

“Then if you trust me,” he said, “trust that I don’t think any two souls can be more matched than you and Krampus.”

“You mean the horrific, giant demon?” she said with a half smirk.

“I mean the Fae who has lived with half a heart for far too long.”

Sarah understood. She pulled Liam down and kissed his cheek. Turning to face Krampus, something within her loosened and then vanished, like a weight that had been tied around every limb of her body her whole life being suddenly released. She stepped closer to Krampus . “I’ll have you,” she said. She leaned close to his face and kissed. His dark lips pressed against hers until his tongue snaked into her mouth, wrapped around hers, and squeezed. Sarah expected to be horrified, but instead a twinge of excitement ran through her.

Krampus’s arms wrapped around her, lifting her up while moving his mouth down her neck. His tail flicked at her legs as his claws shredded her clothes down the back. Cheers went up from the gathered creatures, but Sarah didn’t care. A burning need started to spread within her. She wanted his cock inside her, even if it did tear her in half. His smooth chest was cold to the touch, but she sensed a fire building within him as well. Shaking off her torn shirt and bra, her hands moved up to his face stroking his cheeks as they kissed. Krampus’s claws kept at their work, shearing away her pants and underwear. For a moment, she worried that the others would see her naked, but that passed as she looked around to see others beginning their own fun.

Liam had taken Ovtael by the hand and laid her down in the grass. His clothes vanished to reveal his massive candy cane cock. Sarah’s old jealousy flared for a moment, but that only incensed Krampus’s lust. They both stole glances at the other couple as Ovtael’s hooves raised up and wrapped around Liam’s torso as he sunk into her hot depths. Sarah’s hips flexed in responds, finding the head of Krampus’s massive cock pressed against her folds. The head alone would painfully stretched her. She desperately wanted him inside of her though. The changes began.

Her legs cracked and reshaped, but caused her no pain. Bones lengthened and muscle compounded. Within seconds, Sarah grew to seven feet tall. Her feet reformed into hooves like her mate, and a soft pelt of black fur covered her legs. Her hips widened to match a lush ass that rivaled Emily’s, but Sarah’s had the added allure of a devilish tail wiggling its way into existence over the cleft between her cheeks. Her stomach toned into hard muscle as her breasts swelled bigger and bigger, pressing into Krampus’s cold chest while her skin turned to a slightly darker shade of blue, going to purple around her nipples. Horns curled out of her head, spiraling over themselves several times. The hair on top of her head thickened into raven black locks that fell down to the small of her back. Her incisors lengthened into fangs.

Yet none of that mattered to her as much as the changes taking place between her legs. Her pussy lips plumped into thick pads that welcomed the pressure being applied by the head of Krampus’s cock. Her insides rearranged themselves to match her new body, but her mate did not want to wait, nor did she. Krampus’s golden eyes took on a brighter hue as he started to lower Sarah down onto his cock. She groaned in a voice deeper than the one she’d had her whole life. As the massive, flat head of his cock popped into her newly plump folds, Sarah knew she had found the piece of herself that had been missing for longer than she could remember. She wailed with pleasure, wrapped her cloven feet around Krampus’s back, and pulled herself down hard on his full length.

Krampus moaned in her ear as her tight pussy squeezed the full length of his cock. For thousands of years, the offerings of humanity had failed to give him someone to truly complete him, but finally he had that person in his arms. He held her tight, remaining buried inside her as she kissed his neck and face. Agonizingly slowly, her hips started to raise and fuck him with a maddened vigor.

Liam could sense the energy building around the meadow. A change had rippled through the entire world as Sarah changed to become Krampus’s greatest desire. That ripple affected everyone. His hands ran up the wonderful flanks of Ovtael’s body. He squeezed her ass and brought her strange mouth to his in passionate kisses. She offered him her breasts, and he relished the taste of her. Her hand gripped the hair on the back of his head as he thrust into her again and again, marveling at the feeling of her warmth enveloping his cock. Her husky moans drove him wild, but they were lost to everyone else but him.

Across the meadow, the others found partners for themselves. Emily claimed the satyr sporting the biggest cock. She offered him her ass first, and he gladly accepted. The fauns picked a pair of satyrs for a somewhat secluded foursome near the far door, constantly switching partners and sharing each other’s bodies completely. While Sarah’s horns grew into position, Sam shoved his cock into the satyr’s ass while Kelly tongued the satyress’s slit and received her partner’s tongue in her ass as a reward. The elves took the remaining members of Krampus’s cabal in pairs or trios. The satyresses had each of their holes filled with an elf cock while the satyrs got their balls sucked, their asses tongued, and their dicks wetted by whichever elf orifice was ready for more. All of them let out cries of orgasmic pleasure at regular intervals, but they all gave their attention to the deep thrum emanating from Krampus and Sarah.

Krampus tossed her over onto the meadow ground. She raised her ass up at him, flicking her tail eagerly as he repositioned. His gargantuan cock glistened with their mingled juices in the starlight. He pressed it back into her hot canal with a satisfied howl. Their muscles twitched as they started to fuck. Sarah’s new claws dug scars into the ground, and her hooves created deep ruts as she pushed back to increase her leverage. She wanted to feel him deeper. She wanted him to fuck her harder. She wanted to scream with pure bliss, and she knew it would happen soon. Though she had not noticed them before her change, Krampus’s balls were enormous to match his cock. They slapped forward with each of his thrusts, sending a special spark through her body.

She understood what even Krampus had forgotten. She understood why the doors of Fae had been closed, and why Krampus had been denied a mate. Krampus was no Fae of good spirit or animosity or whatever other vague feeling that required magical governance. Krampus was a Fae of fertility. And Sarah was about to be bred. She squealed and pushed her plump ass hard up against Krampus. His balls gave a final wet slap against her engorged lips, and cum surged up his length. He roared as orgasm sent his muscles into rigid lock. His claws dug into Sarah’s new, thick ass, not breaking the skin, but giving her a twinge of pleasurable pain. Her walls throbbed in time with each spasm of his thick cock as it sprayed cum into her depths. She knew her belly would swell with their young, creating the first Fae offspring in millennia. Orgasm tore through her whole being, drawing a primal cry from her lungs that echoed through the whole meadow. More cum blasted into her, spilling out around his throbbing shaft as his body collapsed against hers.

Liam didn’t know what had changed until he erupted inside Ovtael’s squeezing canal. As his seed emptied inside of her he understood. He’d not thought of fertility until that moment, accepting that magical beings must reproduce in some other arcane fashion. With Krampus’s soul completed though, that became a silly thought. Ovtael stroked his face, clearly understanding the gift she’d been given. One session guaranteed nothing though, Liam knew, as he flipped over his breeding satyress and shoved his dripping cock back into her. He only gave her a few thrusts before arms snaked around his chest, sharp claws dragging across his skin. A forked tongue tickled at his ear as Sarah whispered, “That’s it, Liam, breed that slutty snatch.” Sarah’s hands moved down to beneath them and squeezed her old lover’s balls, causing him to erupt in Ovtael again. As his cock continued to spurt, Sarah pulled it out and shoved it down her throat, letting her strange tongue tease at Liam’s balls while he poured spunk into her throat. Krampus did the same for Ovtael, except his cock was too big so it mostly smeared across her lips as she did her best to lick his cock clean.

As Sarah drained him, Elfie walked up beside Liam, some satyr’s cum caked on her stomach. She drew him into a deep kiss. “You’ve done it, Liam. You might have blundered into it, but you changed everything. Don’t worry. I haven’t let any of them finish inside me since they broke the seal. My first young will be yours.” She laid back on the grass, and Sarah knew exactly what to do. She guided Liam down between Elfie’s legs and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Sarah gave him a quick lick on the cheek as he thrust into Elfie, then Sarah turned her attention to pleasuring the elf as best she could. As Elfie squealed with pleasure, Sarah straddled her face, careful not to crush the elf under her massive thighs. She smiled luridly at Liam as he fucked the elf’s pussy. He leaned forward and took Sarah’s swollen breasts into his mouth, greedily sucking at her nipples until he came again, filling Elfie up with cum.

Krampus found his way over to Emily. His hands admired her already swollen belly as he promised to fill it with his spawn. He tried to be careful with her, spearing her on half his length before she forced the rest of him inside of her. Mrs. Claus moaned for a few moments before another satyr shoved his cock in her mouth. Sam had an elf pinned underneath him, pumping cum into her tight snatch. Kelly had her third of the satyr’s cocks in her ass and an elf’s pussy under her tongue. Jacob the elf wedged his cock between the nipple-pierced breasts of a satyress and erupted, coating her chest in his spunk. Kiko moaned as two other elves fucked both her holes in tandem.

Slowly, they all exhausted themselves, collapsing into piles of sweaty or furry limbs. Some made quiet chatter, others whispered lovely words in each other’s ears. A few started up again in slow, passionate movements. Liam laid with Elfie in his arms. Krampus and Sarah huddled together nearby. Eventually, they all turned their eyes up to the strange set of stars.

***

“So what happens now?” Liam asked. Everyone had said their goodbyes and left the meadow except for himself, Elfie, Krampus, and Sarah.

“I’m not sure,” Krampus said. “I shouldn’t have teased you, Elfie. Seems I had forgotten just as much as you had.” His hand moved to Sarah’s belly. “This will certainly change things. Mortals and Fae having children together. They’ll be loved among our kind, but they’ll be of two worlds. From what I remember, that created a huge fucking mess in the last era.”

“What about my end, the whole happiness of mankind thing?”

Krampus grinned, “That I do know a bit about. You’ll have my help from now on. Our help.”

“Like you said, Master,” Elfie agreed. “Even if we have to fix one heart at a time.”

“Elfie, I’ve been meaning to say, no more of this ‘master’ stuff. Liam is fine for everyone, including you.”

“Oh no, Liam, the magic that binds us together prevents me from — oh! Liam! Liam, Liam, Liam. You’re Liam! What the fuckity fuck? I can use your name now!” She jumped on his hips and kissed him hard.

“That’d mean the cycle is broken on your end too, Elfie. No more restarting for you. Hope you like Liam cause you’re stuck with him from now on.” Krampus wrapped his arm around Sarah. “I have the word of a good woman that says he means well enough. Well, we should be going. I have some changes of my own to start making. Liam, I cannot ever thank you for what you’ve done.” He grabbed the slightly smaller man in a hard embrace.

Sarah hugged Liam next. “I don’t know what I expected when I came to see you, but certainly not this. I feel…I don’t have the words, but if there’s another person in the world who can understand what you’ve given me, I think you do.” She kissed his cheek. “I’ll love you for that, always.” She then gave Elfie a sultry kiss. “You and I will have to play more by ourselves.”

Liam and Elfie watched the two other Fae leave, disappearing through the far door with a final wave. “When will we see them again?” Liam asked as they returned to their own realm.

“The doors seal after the festival. Go on, close it and you’ll see the mortar form around the frame.” Elfie crossed her arms and waited as the door shut, closing off the starry meadow. They waited, but nothing happened.

Curious, Liam jerked open the door and stuck his head through only to see Krampus doing the same on the other side. “It still works,” Krampus called. “Guess we’re neighbors.” He gave a roguish grin and disappeared again. Liam shut the door and smiled as nothing changed. They waited a full ten minutes simply staring at the door. Liam checked it again, pleased to find it still open.

“Elfie, are we the only Fae left? There’s a flat stone in front of our door, and one across the way at Krampus’s. There’s more of them in all around the ring. More doors that we can’t see.”

“I don’t know, Liam,” she said with a pleased hop. “Guess we’ll have to keep watch.”



The End.