Fauns: Elfie III

Liam woke up to the smell of coffee and the wonderful sensation of Elfie’s mouth on his dick. She faced away from him, her rear positioned such that he got a full view of dripping pussy and plump ass. The elf costume had returned at some point, which Liam didn’t mind because it highlighted the curve of her ass. While she moaned on his dick, his hand moved up her thighs, groping slowly until his fingers slid inside of her. She moaned louder and looked back over her shoulder to grin at him before continuing to worship his candy cane cock. Liam rewarded her only moments later, filling up her mouth with his cum.

The last eight hours had been absolutely bizarre. The previous Santa had fallen out of the sky. Liam took his place as the new Santa by binding himself to Elfie by fucking her senseless. Mere minutes after that, he’d magically transported them to the home of an ex-girlfriend, Emily, who started masturbating wildly the second she saw them. Liam made Emily into his Mrs. Claus, a traditional title he had to remind himself occasionally, by fucking her senseless as well, transforming her body into a swollen fertility goddess that looked eight months pregnant due to the amount of cum he’d pumped into her.

They’d returned to his home, which itself had transformed into a scene out of a Christmas cartoon, and spent the rest of the night rutting like animals. Through it all the thing that struck Liam as most odd was how much he cared about the women with him. Every moment with Emily made Liam love her more. Old memories of their time together in school and when they’d dated, despite how simple they’d been, helped fuel his lust. But mostly, Emily’s lurid body kept his attention. He’d never known how wonderful it would be to sink his hands so deeply into soft flesh or how heavenly it would be to fuck his cock between her ass cheeks with Elfie’s mouth periodically teasing at the tip. Still, even magical fairies and their transformed consorts needed sleep. Liam buried his head between Emily’s gargantuan breasts while Elfie spooned against his back, her hand draped over him to hold his cock through the night.

As the elf licked his cock clean, he wondered if he’d paid too much attention to Emily during the previous night’s festivities. Elfie shared a bond with him that transcended time. She loved him instantly and perfectly, but Liam retained a little bit of his humanity. Enough to wonder if she knew how much he cared about her. Uncharacteristically, after a life of stoic silence driven by irritatingly poignant social anxiety, he decided to ask outright. “Elfie, do you get jealous?”

Elfie wiped her mouth and slid up her Santa’s body to rest her head on his chest. “Of course, Master. Fae are known for their intense jealousies. In the ancient times, my sisters would pick out handsome men and enchant them away from their wives. They would release the enchantments to see if the man really loved them. If a man tried to go back to his wife, the Fae would turn her into a town whore. Sometimes they would do that anyway.”

“That’s…cute?” Liam answered, very concerned to be on the wrong side of Elfie’s temper.

“Oh, no, it wasn’t. The King and Queen hated such behavior, even with their wild temperaments. Human society kept evolving, and it wasn’t right for Fae to interfere. That’s part of why they decided to close the doors. Fae couldn’t be trusted to coexist with humans. Especially all those religious ones. The pagans were nice though. Loved a good pagan festival. A few of them even worshiped us.”

“You’re remembering more of your history, then?” Liam asked.

“It helps to be asked. My former lives will always be hazy, but the history of my race before the doors closed isn’t. But that’s not why you were asking if Fae got jealous. You’re worried that you didn’t spend enough time with me last night, aren’t you?”

“A little. Even with this new body, I’m still only one man. I’ve barely had any time with you, and I immediately started paying more attention to Emily.”

Elfie snuggled closer to him, craned her head up and kissed his chin. “That’s sweet, Master. I might not remember the things that happened to my previous incarnations, but I can remember feelings. I don’t think my previous Masters ever exactly cared what I felt. And no, I don’t feel jealous of Emily, except maybe that she’s a human getting to experience true bliss for the first time. She’s part of our family now, and it’s not like I was left to sit alone in the corner. She’s got a wicked tongue, and you did fuck me three times in between fucking all the different parts of her body. Don’t forget, when you’re happy, I’m happy. So it’s nearly impossible for you to leave me out.”

Liam brought her face up to his and kissed her. “That’s good,” he said. “I want you to be happy. Emily, too. I don’t know how it worked with the previous Santa, but I want everyone who joins us to be as happy as I am.” Elfie’s body quivered against him, sending a pulse of warmth through his own, as she gasped into his neck. Liam reflexively pressed her tight against him, giving her nose a light kiss. “Did you just orgasm from listening to me talk?”

“Your kindness has a…profound effect,” she said with a giggle.

Once more, Liam was tempted to roll on top of her and sheath himself in her waiting sex, but hunger had taken hold of him. “Where is Emily anyway?”

“Being Mrs. Claus,” Elfie answer. “Come see!” She hopped out of bed. Her lush ass flashed him again, and he found himself wondering how to clothe himself.

“Elfie, how do you do that thing where our clothes disappear and reappear?”

She shrugged. “I don’t, you do. Just think what you want.”

Liam climbed out of the massive bed and stood beside the Christmas tree, stretching his back, more out of habit than a need to wake up sleepy muscles. He thought of a movie he’d seen as a kid where Santa wore a big, red housecoat made of soft velvet. As the image formed in his mind, the clothes formed on his body. A floor length robe with fuzzy white cuffs and a candy cane striped belt. He pulled the robe closed, hiding away his own candy cane for the moment, and went to follow Elfie.

***

Liam had not spent much time examining the extent of changes to his home during the previous night, as he was otherwise occupied. The house’s transformation had been as thorough as his own though, including some expansion in size. “Your house is a little part of my homeland now,” Elfie explained. “Like an embassy. A little pocket of Fae left over from the ancient times. It’s attached to me, and I’m attached to you.”

“So my house is the North Pole now,” Liam asked, running his fingers along the gilded designs of snowflakes and runic symbols that adorned the hallway walls. “I guess that’s not so bad. Feels weird to see extra rooms though. What’s in this one?” He opened one of the hallway doors that had not existed before. Blistering cold rushed in from the open door. Night sky stretched above despite the sunlight coming from down the hall. A white fox peered at him from the snowbanks, its eyes blinking in confusion to mirror Liam’s own.

Elfie pushed the door shut. “Careful, some of it’s not done forming yet. That’s mostly Mrs. Claus’s job. To get everything in its right place. Try that one. I think its done.” She pointed to the door across from the one Liam opened.

Astonished that he’d just looked out of a portal in his small home to see the arctic and one very confused fox, Liam did what Elfie said. The second door opened to a huge greenhouse. Warm, moist air flooded into the house making Liam regret his choice of heavy robe. Dozens of plants that Liam didn’t recognize lined shelfs and tables, but otherwise much of the design work looked similar to his home. Tables bore snowflakes and stars etched into their sides. Glittering glass designs of toys and baubles hung from the ceiling. Strangest of all stood just inside the entrance, a kangaroo wearing a Santa hat and holding a drink tray. It smiled and offered up a pair of martinis that used candy canes as swizzle sticks. “G’day, Santa! Come in for some sun?”

“Uh, no thank you,” Liam said. “Just…checking the layout of the house.”

“No worries!” the kangaroo said. “You feel like coming back, and we’ll have everything ready for you.” He jerked a small hand over his shoulder to a koala in a chef’s hat. Both the koala and the kangaroo grinned in a strangely human manner.

Liam gave an awkward wave as he shut the door. “Elfie, do we have a slave kangaroo?”

“Slave? No, that’s William. He’s been with Santa for a few hundred years now. Lots of magical creatures like that tend to hang around if you live long enough. They all help in their own way. These doors will lead to every part of the world, and each of them has a guardian. I think that one goes to Perth.”

“Why do I need doors to every part of the world? Do I actually deliver presents?”

Elfie took him by the hand and continued down the hall toward the sound of singing at the far end. “No. Well, mostly no. You don’t sneak into people’s houses at night and leave stuff for their kids. We’re more like the embodiment of giving. We create a home of happiness, giving, joy, and all those good emotions. Then that power flows out through all these doors, filling up the world with the urge to create happiness.”

Liam frowned. “Doesn’t seem like its been working lately.”

Elfie’s shoulders drooped, and she averted her eyes. “No, it’s been a long few centuries. The world has gotten much, much bigger lately.”

“Guess that means we’ll have to work harder,” Liam said. The idea of giving happiness to others had never been much of a concern for Liam. As Santa though, it seemed to be his responsibility, and the idea caused a stirring of pride and determination in him. If he could change a few lives for the better, then why shouldn’t he? He had no idea how that worked other than seemingly involving magic doors, but Liam had learned quickly to take things in stride. His words definitely made Elfie perk up, though, and that was a good start.

They turned a corner into an enormous kitchen that Liam knew had not existed until the past twelve hours. A hundred different, wonderful smells greeted Liam. Cookies and cakes, meat pies and gravy, roasted chicken, spiced carrots, buttered toast, barbecue pork — all of them hit him at once, and yet one at a time, bringing a wide, goofy grin to his face. The smell momentarily distracted him from the rest of the scene. At its center stood Emily. She’d managed to clothe herself, at least somewhat. She wore an apron that draped over her rotund belly, but did nothing to hide her enormous breasts. A ruby necklace hung from her neck, draped between her cleavage and periodically sparkling with light that had no origin except from within the jewel. A tight fitted grey skirt covered her lower half, hugging her hips and ass to leave nothing to the imagination while she clicked around on a pair of ruby red stilettos. Liam’s cock twitched at the sight, but other things demanded his attention.

Birds, mice, cats, and several dogs moved around the kitchen with various assigned tasks. A pair of cats had enlisted the help of a family of sparrows to build a gingerbread house. The dogs oversaw the heavy lifting while many of the mice, and probably a few rats, did the more fiddly work of cooking. A horse’s head protruded through a window over the sink, holding plates and other dishes in its mouth as a pair of raccoons did the washing. Other animals drifted through with a variety of tasks while Mrs. Claus supervised. Liam looked at Elfie who had the smile of a child on Christmas morning. “This is the weirdest fucking thing so far,” Liam said.

“Oh! You’re up,” Emily said. She clapped her hands, and all the activity in the room stopped. One by one, the animals turned to look at the man looming in the doorway. They started to cheer. Squeaks, chirps, meows, and a cacophony of other noises lauded Santa as he walked forward into the kitchen. A few of the mice ran up his shoulder, took hold of his whiskers, and gave a good shake. They clapped each other on the back, and then ran away mildly embarrassed. Emily waved them over to a table on the far side of the room while shooing away the different animals. “They just started showing up,” she explained. “They wanted to help, so I started giving them things to do. Apparently, they’d all heard about me.”

“Is this something that happens, Elfie? Mrs. Claus talks to animals?” Liam noted a chipmunk sitting on a nearby shelf, his legs swinging back and forth while he sipped something from a very small cup. The chipmunk smiled at him and waved. “Also, how are they smiling?”

“Hmm, good questions. I know how William works. William the kangaroo from Perth, Emily. Have you met him yet? He wanted to work for Santa, so that’s what happened. Magic makes them a little more human so that they can communicate. Facial expressions too, I assume. In the old times, woodland creatures got up to all sorts of mischief with Fae.”

“But why did they come to Emily?”

Emily shifted her body, pulling up the apron to cover her breasts a little better. “I was a vet, Liam. We haven’t really talked about my life before this happened, but I’ve been helping the farmers around Silverton for a while now. Felix, that’s the horse, says he was told about me by Humphrey which is the name of one of Martin Huff’s horses. Lots of them have stories like that. They’re all homeless in one way or the other. The smaller ones have lost their families. The dogs and cats were strays. So on like that. Opened the door this morning, and they all started introducing themselves. Figured we’d need the help. This house of yours is massive. Every time I go looking for something I find four new rooms.”

“Not my house,” Liam insisted. “Our house. All of us. Anyone who joins us has as much right to call this place home as I do, I think. Including all these critters if they want it.”

Emily batted her eyes, “Liam, I don’t remember you being so…welcoming. What have you done with yourself before all this? You’re hungry aren’t you?” She waved at the far side of the kitchen, and several dogs came over balancing platters on their backs. Emily put all the dishes on the table — eggs, pancakes, sausages, biscuits, hash browns — every thing Liam had ever wanted for breakfast. He grabbed a plate and began to eat as much as he could. “Guess you worked up an appetite last night.”

“Sorry,” he said between mouthfuls. Slowly, with lots of time spent chewing, he recounted his life between their breakup and his arrival in her house the previous evening, including all the events of becoming Santa. Emily and Elfie listened, eating their own, smaller meals. “And that’s about the short of it. I was ready to hang up my life, I think. Then that other Santa fell out of the sky and gave me all this.” He finally dropped his fork, leaned back, and rested his hands on his still flat stomach. “I feel bad though, Em. You had a life here. You went to school to be a vet and now…”

“Now what?” she asked, pulling down her apron to show off the engorged breasts he’d given her. “Now I look like this? Now I’m apparently in charge of a magical house and can speak to animals?” She grabbed his coffee cup and brought it to her side of the table. Hefting her left breast up, she squeezed the nipple, and a spurt of creamy milk filled his cup, mingling with the black coffee. A faint moment of pleasure rolled over her, and she handed him back the drink. “Do you know how good that felt? How sexy it is to watch you drink it? It’s like I always wanted this stuff, but as long as it was impossible, my brain protected me from the idea. Otherwise, I guess, I’d just have walked around being bummed out all the time.”

“But your job —”

“Want to know the worst thing about being a vet? Your patients can’t talk to you. They can’t say their paw hurts or that their stomach is in pain. They can’t thank you for helping them. Then one day they get sicker and can’t explain why. Drives veterinarians bonkers. Burns you out. Makes you…rotten inside, drives you to drink.” She looked at him, beaming happiness as a tear rolled down her cheek. “But you fixed that for me. I had a ten minute conversation with a possum this morning. He told me about his day. It was boring, he’d mostly been hunting bugs in a woodpile, but that’s amazing. So no more worrying about me. And I wouldn’t worry too much about anyone else you bring on board. This is all amazing, even before we get to the sex. The sex is fucking phenomenal, too. I don’t want to undersell that. God the feeling of that cock of yours wedged between my ass, your cum splattering on my back. I could get off this instant.”

Before Liam could encourage her to do so, Elfie piped up, “Let’s stay on topic for a minute. We need more people if we want the house up and running by the festival. Wouldn’t be much of an orgy if just the three of us show up.”

“Festival?” Emily asked.

“In order to keep the world from becoming a place of pure misery and also at least me and Elfie from being imprisoned, we have to participate in a festival of sex with Krampus the holiday sex demon — no, right Elfie sorry — sex Fae.”

Elfie continued, “The millennia old festival involves a trading of partners. Krampus offers his most gorgeous of satyrs to Santa. Santa offers one of his menagerie to Krampus, usually someone volunteers depending on Krampus’s mood. If Krampus is pleased, the festival happens again next year. If he’s displeased, then the bad stuff happens. The contest happens every year until Krampus is given the object he most desires.”

“Hang on, that part’s new,” Liam said. “You didn’t mention that we could stop this for good.”

“Oh, sure, all these sorts of magical bargains have that kind of caveat. It’s why you can craft bodies into such erotic goddesses. The last Santa found a set that Krampus liked and rotated through the volunteers each year. My memory is hazy, but I think he just became satisfied with the orgy and stopped worrying about solving it forever. Maybe that’s what’s been happening since the beginning.”

“So what happened to them? All the people who were with the old Santa?” Liam asked. He didn’t like to think about how the other Santa had turned into snow flurries. Elfie hadn’t been keen to talk about it either, but if he was going to go around binding people to his own life, then he needed to understand what happens when he takes a fall from fifty stories up.

Elfie’s smile drooped again, “It’s ok, Master. I know you’re worried. They joined the Elfwind like the last Santa. It’s the only way into the world of Fae now since the other doors were all closed.”

“So when Liam kicks it, we go to fairyland?” Emily asked.

“You do,” Elfie said. “I stay and get a new Santa.”

Liam’s heart sunk to see her face fall even further. He took her by one hand and saw that Emily took her other. Both of them squeezed gently, and Elfie offered a smile. Liam leaned over and brought her into a kiss. “Don’t worry. We’re not going anywhere for a long time.”

“Right,” Emily said, clapping her hands. “Where do we start? What does Krampus like in a…lady? I assume a lady.”

“He’s not too picky,” Elfie shrugged. “Last Santa had some stodgy views, though.”

Liam ran his hand through his short beard. He had an idea that there was more to the bargain that kept Krampus and Elfie stuck on earth than his new elf was letting on. Something to do with that bit she’d said about finding Krampus the object he most desires. But he couldn’t risk the fate of the world’s happiness on a wild gambit. Not without having a solid plan in place first. “The way I see it. The best place to start is by getting a good foundation that we know will please Krampus. We can get inventive after that. What would you say is the safest bet? Mrs. Claus? I don’t see how anyone could say no to Emily.”

“I don’t either,” Elfie agreed. “But Krampus’s favorite over the years has always been the fauns.”

“Like deer? Like reindeer?”

“No, fauns, which are sort of goat…deer…people, maybe. They’re a type of Fae. It is where the idea of Santa’s reindeer come from though. Almost every Santa has had a few fauns to keep him company. It’s partly my idea, I confess. All the fauns I knew were such happy Fae. Go on, Master, picture a faun in your head.”

Liam blushed, hidden behind his white beard. He’d seen plenty of things on the Internet. Deer girls weren’t an exception.

“Oh, that is certainly more, let’s call it advanced, than usual,” Elfie said. “Whoever you change into that will be very happy indeed. I should warn you though, fauns always come in pairs. Don’t know why exactly, but I’m sure there’s a good reason. Do you have someone in mind?”

Emily rapped her fingers on the table. “I have a suggestion. Remember Sam and Kelly from school? They got married and still live in town. They had a pet pass away last year, so I chatted with them a good bit at the time. Sam’s still pretty fit. I remember thinking it at the time, but Kelly was sweet. I didn’t want to cause trouble. Feels a lot worse thinking back on it now.”

“Think they’d want to be magical deer people?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

***

‘“How do we do this, exactly? I mean, without just flooding them with horniness so that they they go crazy wanting to fuck us.” With directions from Emily, Liam had transported himself and Elfie to the end of Sam and Kelly’s driveway. The previous night’s snow clouds had cleared away for a bright, but cold day. If anyone happened to drive by at that moment, they would have seen a reasonably dressed Santa in his fluffy red robe having a deep conversation with a stripper version of an elf. No one was going to drive by though. Liam’s new power included a strange ability to sense the location of other people. The only two within any reasonable distance were Sam and Kelly.

Inside their house, the married couple enjoyed a peaceful morning. The overnight snows had delayed work. Neither Sam or Kelly wanted to go in at all. They were content to spend the morning watching television and sipping their overly sweetened coffees. They rarely took time to themselves. Work kept them busy, and they enjoyed their lives in a rather unexamined way. Naturally, they had the problems and worries of anyone who married their high school sweetheart, took low paying jobs, and didn’t move out of their hometown, but they did love one another. That was enough to blunt the sting of an otherwise unfulfilled life.

Liam saw all of this laid out in his mind as he observed the house. He didn’t like prodding around in people’s heads or their pasts or wherever the information came from, but he didn’t know how to stop it. In his looking, though, he saw something that he thought might be useful. While happy in their marriage, neither of them was very sexually fulfilled. Liam thought that if either Sam or Kelly had the communication skills required to express their lack of fulfillment, the situation could be solved. Yet neither did, and so they both suffered in silence, each wanting to do very kinky things to the other. Well, Liam thought, Santa does give gifts.

“I think I have an idea,” he told Elfie. “How do I bring my ‘aura’ down to just enough to keep them at ease.”

“Like that,” Elfie answered. “Maybe saying things out loud will help until you get the idea. Whatever you want is how it works. It’s magic, Master.”

“Oh, right. Ok then. I want them to be at ease, but otherwise uninfluenced by our presence. Other than natural influences of course. I don’t know how anyone could not notice your beauty, Elfie.”

“I could be ugly?”

“That won’t be necessary. Come on. Let’s see if this works. If it doesn’t do we have some memory erasing magic?”

Elfie shrugged, “I think hitting people in the head does that.” Liam frowned at her. “A joke, Master. I make bad jokes when I’m horny. We haven’t had sex in almost two hours.”

“I think we’ll fix that soon enough.”

***

Sam’s eyes drifted closer and closer to shut. Kelly sat beside him on the couch watching television. She’d chosen to wear a pair of tights that morning. Her thighs had caught his attention more than a few times, but she showed no interest when his hand moved from the top of her knee to her inner thigh. He abandoned the idea quickly after that. Maybe once the house warmed up or after she’d had a hot shower. Kelly rarely liked being naked, especially in the winter. Sam didn’t mind though.

The knock at the door surprised them both. “Did you hear a car?” Sam asked. Kelly shook her head and got up to go see who had come to visit.

Kelly, for her part, had also had a frustrating morning. Sam had barely noticed that she’d picked her tightest pair of tights, the ones that really showed off her butt. While making breakfast, she’d been over in front of him no less than six times, but he’d barely noticed, keeping his nose in his phone instead. She didn’t mind all that much though. He usually wanted to carouse more at night anyway. She walked down the short hall to the front door, opened it, and gasped.

Santa Claus stood in front of her. He had an elf with him. A cute elf, showing a little more skin than was appropriate in below freezing weather. “May we come in?” Santa asked.

“Uh, of course,” Kelly answered, though she didn’t exactly know why. Other than, of course, Santa showing up at your home is enough reason to invite him in. She knew in her gut that this wasn’t some guy in a costume. This was really Santa. He smelled of cookies and cedar. He exuded a sense of peace, love, and clarity. “My husband is down the hall in the living room. Won’t you join us?” She led them down the hall and into the room with Sam, who stood up as the trio entered. “Sam, look, it’s Santa and his elf.” Kelly spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world that a mythical creature could walk into someone’s house.

Sam did not believe so easily. “What? Who are you two? You look familiar.”

“It’s Liam, Sam. We went to school together. I’ve changed a bit.”

“Liam? Liam who just moved back and works up at the gas station? I saw you two weeks ago. You didn’t look like this. Hell, you were shorter than me in JV football. You’re fucking huge.”

“Like I said, changed a bit. This is Elfie, my elf.”

Sam crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “So, what is this some kind of charity drive thing or…something? Cause we gave at church.”

“No,” Liam said, stepping to the center of the room. “I’m Santa Claus. A Faebound creature of magic that needs help keeping the world happy. I thought the two of you might be interested in joining me as fauns. You know what a faun is don’t you, Sam. Remember, I can tell if you’ve been naughty or nice.” He tried to make a joke of it, but Sam did not seem humored. Fumbling, Liam went on, “You’ve got quite the list of artists on your patreon, don’t you?”

Sam blushed and looked at his wife. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you can’t come in here making threats like —”

“No, no. Not a threat. Uh, Kelly, you haven’t been telling Sam what you do when he’s late getting home from work, have you? Quite the search history on that laptop of yours isn’t it. Each of you thought the other would be ashamed if they found out. Quite the contrary though. You both could have been having so much more fun. Imagine if you could both become the creatures of your wildest fantasy. You can join other like minded people. Emily and Elfie here certainly enjoy it. You could be part of it as well.”

“Emily? The vet? She’s part of whatever this is?” Kelly asked.

“This is an opportunity to be truly happy,” Elfie answered.

“What does that even mean? Liam we haven’t seen you in five years. You come into our house dressed like that with a half naked stranger at your side and tell us that you’re magic? What do you think we’re supposed to say to that? You’re in some kind of cult or something.”

Liam frowned. It wasn’t going well. “Fuck it. Aura at full.”

A wave of energy pulsed through the room. Sam and Kelly looked at one another. They nearly collided in midair as they pounced on one another, tearing at each other’s clothes. Liam whisked away his and Elfie’s clothes before settling down on a chair. “Oh my god, Sam look at his cock,” Kelly said, her eyes glazed over as her hand snaked into her husband’s pants. “That thing would tear me in half.”

Sam didn’t listen. His eyes were fixed on Elfie’s tits. He and Kelly had married right out of school. He’d never seen another naked woman in real life. The throbbing in his cock made him think it might actually explode. He pulled down Kelly’s tights and shoved her forward over the coffee table. Her pussy was soaking wet as he plunged his stiff cock into her. She started moaning, slapping her ass back against him in a desperate rut while her eyes remained fixed on the thick rod going in and out of Elfie’s pussy.

Elfie grinned right back at the mating couple. “Is this how you wanted it to go, Master?” she asked over her shoulder. Liam’s hands cupped her breasts and squeezed.

“Does it change the end result? Or does it just save us some time? You can see what I saw. We just needed to get all those insecurities out of the way.” He grunted and held Elfie down on his dick. Cum pumped into her in huge gouts until it spilled out around his cock.

Sam and Kelly both watched as the creamy cum started to ooze out around the candy cane dick. Sam couldn’t resist the feeling of his wife’s pussy squeezing his cock while they watched the filthy show in front of them. Two essential strangers who looked like demigods were fucking and cumming on the chair he watched football in. He let out a squeaking moan and emptied his balls into Kelly’s hungry pussy. She wriggled, but didn’t cum. Both of them knew she needed more than Sam could offer her now. As his cock began to shrivel, his wife crawled over the coffee table and knelt between the opened legs of the elf and Santa. Without hesitation, she bent forward and licked the length of Santa’s balls, taking a dollop of his cum into her mouth. It swirled over her tongue, tasting like Christmas morning. The world started to change for her, and she wanted to share the gift with Sam.

Kelly rose up and kissed Elfie’s breasts. Her hand went to the elf’s slit, rubbing Elfie’s clit as Liam started to pump into her again, squeezing out more of his cum with each thrust. Kelly took a small drop of it onto her index finger, broke off her kiss with Elfie, and turned to her husband. She offered her finger to him. “You need to take a little bit of Santa’s cum, baby. Then we can be what we’ve always wanted.”

Sam certainly had reservations, but he would do anything for Kelly, just like always. He opened his mouth and drew in her finger, sucking away the drop of peppermint tasting cum. Warmth spread through his body, but it concentrated at his crotch. New lust overtook him. He grabbed Kelly into his arms, lifting her up, and dropping her easily onto his rapidly engorging dick. They collapsed forward onto the couch as they feverishly humped into one another. Sam pulled off Kelly’s shirt, allowing her breasts to come into view for a moment before he lowered his mouth to her nipples and sucked. Kelly moaned and bit at her husband’s shoulder as she did her best to match his thrusts.

Liam pumped another load into Elfie. She climbed off of him and knelt between his legs, once more washing his cock clean with her tongue. She gave her master a clear view of the couple fucking like animals on the couch. His cock remained hard, which she helped along by playing with his balls. “Remember, Santa, picture in your mind what you want them to become.” She spread her lips over the head of his cock slowly, keeping a close watch on his eyes, seeking that moment where he recognized the pure bliss of his cock disappearing into his mouth.

The ringleader of this circus was having trouble picturing anything. Lust blurred his mind just as much as the others. Still, he could sense the deepest desires of his new friends. With that, he started to reform the picture of them in his mind as fauns. As he did, the changes began. The fur appeared on Sam’s back first, spreading up over his spine and down over his ass. Kelly’s feet started to change as well. Her toes melded together, becoming hard and black as keratin spread out into dainty hooves. A pair of petite horns sprouted from the top of Sam’s head. He grunted and shoved hard into Kelly’s pussy, cumming in her for the second time. The fur continued to spread as the pair rested. Kelly’s hands roved over her husband’s back until she hit the thick growth of auburn fur. She gasped and looked down at her own body. “Oh my god!”

Sam stepped back, wobbled and fell. His legs were half formed, but rapidly changing. Tendons reshaped, muscles realigned, and his feet turned to hooves just like his wife’s. He didn’t care about falling or about his own body changing because now he had a full view of Kelly. Since before they’d married, he’d had an idea of the paragon of sexuality. A beautiful woman transformed into a furry, delicate creature designed for sex. As the brown hairs spread over his wife’s stomach and started to cover her breasts, he realized that he was finally getting his wish.

For her part, Kelly had a much simpler dream of a thick cock always ready to give her a hard fuck. When she’d spotted Liam’s massive dick, she’d thought for a moment that she finally found someone who could give her what she wanted. But watching Sam change, she realized that it only really mattered if it was attached to the man she loved. Hair spread up his inner thighs, and his cock started to grow. A thick sheath formed from the base, growing out over his length, but his cock kept ahead of it. The head turned a paler pink as the new sheath darkened to match the color of his fur. Beneath his swelling manhood, his balls drooped, getting larger and heavier with cum. The sight of it drove Kelly wild.

Sam’s hands didn’t turn into claws or hooves, luckily. Instead, he nails turned darker, and his palms thickened into slightly thicker skin. He was equally fascinated by the changes to his own body, gripping his new cock and starting to stroke it up and down as he watched Kelly’s changes progress. Her breasts swelled, growing almost as big as Elfie’s. The fur covered her whole body, hiding her nipples for a moment before they too grew into dark buds jutting out from her smooth fur. Her skin turned darker underneath her coat, which he see clearly in the thinnest areas of hair around her pussy. Her lower lips plumped up into thick cushions that would house his enlarged dick. When Kelly rolled over to her knees, he knew why. Her furry ass wiggled as a tail jutted out from the base of her spine, a small tuft of hair that flicked up and down, just like a deer. Horns of her own curled out of her scalp. Together, their ears lengthened into long ovals that ran up the sides of their head. They flicked autonomously as new nerve endings grew into place. The hair on the top of Kelly’s head became thick locks of auburn while Sam’s turned darker and curlier.

He fumbled to his new hooves, unsure of his balance, but determined to get to his wife. She remained bent over the couch, her furred ass up and her pussy visibly wet. Sam’s hooves clacked on the floor as he stepped into position behind her. His cock nudged at her entrance, and he reached forward with his hands to cup her furry breasts. To his surprise, Elfie came up behind him. Her hands moved up and down his furred chest, pausing to stroke his nipples or toy with his horns. She turned his head and drew him into a deep, loving kiss as her hand pushed his ass and urged his cock into Kelly’s waiting snatch. His wife’s new pussy gripped his cock, clamping down on the invading member as it widened to accept his girth. One of Elfie’s hands went to his balls to play with them. The other stroked his back, tweaking his own tail before teasingly slapping his furred ass.

Liam moved around to the opposite side of the couch. His cock bobbed in font of Kelly’s face. She looked back at her husband and the elf stroking him. “Suck Santa’s cock, baby,” Sam commanded. It made her pussy spasm with orgasm to be given such a wonderful direction. She opened her lips and sucked Liam’s candy cane into her mouth. As she did, a new set of changes took place. Her face elongated slightly, growing out into a very short muzzle. Her nose moved down to the tip of it, turning brown as it became more animal than human. Her eyes widened, and her eyelashes grew out longer. Liam brushed her long locks out of her eyes as his cock slide deep into her mouth.

Elfie urged on similar changes in Sam’s face. The man vanished as the faun features took over. Elfie gave him a wet kiss on his nose as his hands took a firmer grip of his wife’s newly plumped hips. Kelly’s tail swished against his stomach invitingly. Sam’s mind was fevered with lust as he fucked his dream girl in her dreamlike form. His cock had grown to an impossible ten inches, and all of it went into his wife’s newly faunish pussy. She groaned around Liam’s dick as she tried to coax out more of his cum. Elfie played with Sam’s balls and his ass, urging him to fuck his wife. It was all too much. He pushed as far into her as he could. His cock erupted, spraying cum deep inside of his transformed wife. On the third wave, Elfie pulled his hips back and the next spurt splashed on Kelly’s furred butt. The one after that wasn’t lost though, Elfie’s mouth sucked him completely inside of her, letting his final ropes spray into her throat.

Liam’s orgasm came almost immediately afterward. He erupted in Kelly’s mouth, but she wasn’t prepared. The first pulse of cum splashed on her broadened tongue as she struggled to swallow the delicious spunk. The next sprayed onto her face, dripping across her new muzzle and splashing on her ears. Liam came more and more, until her whole face was coated in his cum. Kelly reveled in the feeling of it on her. She’d never realized how much she’d wanted to be bathed in a man’s cum until that moment. She didn’t feel ashamed, but liberated. She couldn’t wait to jerk off her husband’s massive cock on her face.

Elfie scratched Kelly behind the ears as she brought the newly minted faun into a kiss. Then the elf started licking away Santa’s cum. Liam, meanwhile, went to measure up Sam. None of them had realized it, but Sam had shrunk a few inches in height, barely reaching Liam’s chest. Liam put his arm around his new faun, giving him a brotherly hug. “It’s a little weird, right?” he asked.

“A little,” Sam agreed, despite the understatement. “I feel…good, though. All my anger is gone, I think. Fuck, I just watched you cum all over my wife’s face. I thought it was hot. I’m not jealous or mad or anything. Shit, I want you to do it again because it makes her happy.”

Liam nodded, “That’s sort of how it works. I might look more human than you, but don’t let that fool you. I’m Fae and so are you now. Sorry I had to cut to the chase like I did. I can see in people’s minds, sort of. Knew you wanted a furry wife and knew she wanted to be whatever made you happy so long as it involved a big dick. Just had to turn off all that noise in your head saying no for five seconds.”

“Thanks…uh, Santa.”

“Liam’s fine. Santa’s more of a title. There’s lots more to explain, but I think Elfie wants to feel your cock inside her. Want to do that here or go back to my magical house so that Mrs. Claus can play too?”

Sam didn’t get a chance to answer. Elfie climbed over the couch and pushed him down onto the floor. Liam settled down beside Kelly, who quickly positioned her pussy over his cock. Sam and Liam groaned in unison as their partners drew them into their hot depths.