I Wanna Elf You Like An Animal ((LitShark & Biker_Faerie))

[LitShark]

Jack tried not to let his face show his disappointment with what Jerry his agent and sometimes producer was telling him—but he couldn’t help the slight curl of disgust that crept into his upper lip. It was the same old shit he’d been hearing for the last five years—the game had changed—the ladies had all the juice since Only Fans—his reputation among directors was not great. Blah, blah blah…

“The big cumshot is a nineties thing, Jack. You had your big moment, you know? But the glory days of ‘Jack Frosted’ are behind you. These days, most girls work with a sex toy and fake cum—or their boyfriends as their costar. They use buckets and buckets of this fake cum and nobody really cares…”

“So you’re saying there’s no work for me? Nothing?”

“Look, you’ve still got a name. You should capitalize on it while you can—”

“I don’t want to cast my cock into a dildo! I’m a porn star, I want a porn to star in.”

Jerry sighed and took his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Jack, you gotta be realistic and accept that that part of your life may be over. People aren’t looking for a thirty-something male lead. Plus that one time…”

“It was one time! I don’t have a problem getting it up, I swear! I’ll get it up right now without touching it! Watch!” Jack closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to will his cock into erectness.

“Jack, stop it! You’re breaking my heart. It’s not about you, really. Your cock is great, you can cum buckets, but it’s a youth driven industry. Unless you can bring in some fresh, female costar who only wants to work with you… it’s going to be a struggle to get you cast as anything other than the dismayed cuck or the horrified father.”

“Father? You think I should be playing father roles?”

Jerry sighed again. He slid a card across his desk.

“I’m sorry Jack, I really am. Give the dildo thing a second thought. It may be your last shot at a decent payday.”

Jack snatched the card off Jerry’s desk spitefully as he stormed out of the back office.


*-*-*


Jack lit a cigarette and turned his collar up against the falling snow as he waded through the brown slush of the sidewalk. There was a cruel disparity to New York at Christmas time. Glittering storefronts and twinkling lights strung through treetops, with shivering homeless pressed up against those same storefront windows, trying to leech some warmth through the glass. The disparity between the obscenely rich and cripplingly impoverished not reflected in their physical proximity.

Everyone and everything mashed together without any regard, all suffering and pretending to be okay.

Jack wanted to get out of the weather for a while, so he made a stop on the way to his tiny, apartment. The bus station wasn’t the swankiest place, but he knew they wouldn’t kick him out. And sometimes he could come across a freshly arrived, hard luck case who he could convince to fuck on camera for a few bucks and sell the footage to one of the compilation, gonzo sites like “Bus Station Skanks,” or “Crackheads Give Head.”

Jack wasn’t optimistic about his prospects as he looked around.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Buddy the Elf and his beloved wife Jovie lived a happy life for years after they helped Santa fix his sleigh in Central Park—but years of following an elven diet, rich in sugar, caught up with their human bodies and both had died young from complications related to diabetes. They left behind two daughters, Snowflake who was the youngest and jingle, the oldest.

The girls had been raised by the elves but, unlike Buddy, they'd known all along that they were human. As they'd grown up the girls came to long for life among their own kind, romanticizing the human world from stories they heard from their parents. New York sounded like a dreamland to someone raised in the North Pole, and they could never understand why Papa Elf told them it was too dangerous.

There were other factors at play too, hormonal ones. As the girls grew up, their bodies developed and they found they had urges they couldn't explain. Snowflake discovered that by fingering her pussy and rubbing her clitoris vigorously she could satisfy at least some of her urges and, when she was old enough, she taught her sister the technique. Sometimes when they both had similar urges they would satisfy each other this way. It wasn't sexual it was just pragmatic really.

Instinctively however, they knew what they wanted were 'boys'. Elves matured more slowly than humans and so their friends had yet to experience the same feelings, while Papa elf had been quick to see off the older male elves who came sniffing around.

In the end, the lure of the big city and the need to satisfy a primal urge became too strong. One December day, after Snowflake had celebrated her eighteenth year at the North Pole, the two girls decided it was time to fulfil their dream. While all the elves were busy preparing for Christmas the two girls, still dressed in their elf clothing, slipped away. They passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest, through the sea of swirly-twirly gum drops, before finally walking through the Lincoln Tunnel and into New York!

 

[LitShark]

The bus station hadn’t yielded much toward Jack’s aspiration to discover the next porn phenom, and he was beginning to contemplate the idea of casting his cock into a dildo, flipping the business card that Jerry had given him between his fingers. While he was distracted, Luca Yaelchenco, the heir apparent to the New York arm of the KGB appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“Well, if it isn’t Jack Splat—” Luca sneered the derisive nickname as the two muscle-bound thugs he had with him grabbed Jack by his arms and slammed him against the bus station wall, “let me guess, you were just on your way to come give me my money. Is that it?”

For emphasis, Luca slammed his fist into Jack’s stomach, doubling him over just to be shoved back against the wall.

“Those MMA classes really are paying off, Luca. That punch felt strong,” Jack was trying to kiss up to the irate mobster in between gasps to refill his lungs.

“Enough small talk. Where is my money?”

The muscle men were already rifling Jack’s pockets, tossing his pack of cigarettes, his lighter and the business card onto the ground. They went through his wallet, helping themselves to his ID and all of his credit cards.

“Look, I got something huge in the works,” Jack lied, “I just need a little more time…”

Luca punched him again, sick of the familiar refrain.

“You keep saying this. More time—more time—more time. My patience is wearing very thin.”

“I promise! I’ve got something huge in the works. I can get you all your money all at once. It’ll be so—”

Another punch and then the thugs dropped him onto the marble floor of the bus station, raining his cards and ID on top of him as he tried to regain his breath.

“You’re lucky I’m in holiday spirit. But if you don’t have my money by Christmas, you’ll be ringing in new year at the bottom of the Hudson.” Luca took Jack’s last cigarette and lit it with his lighter before dropping the empty box and walking out with his entourage, chuckling and talking amongst themselves in Russian.

Jack was still gathering his things together off the ground when he looked up and saw them—like a Christmas miracle in and of themselves. Young, beautiful and with the kind of wide-eyed innocence that told him they were not from the city—two beautiful young women, decked out in holiday costumes with no concept that dressing up like that made them obvious mugging targets. They looked hopeful and lost all at once. The perfect marks for Jack to lure into the porn business and revive his career.

He must have been gawking, because they seemed to notice him right away.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

With no idea of where they were going, Snowflake and Jingle had wandered aimlessly at first, taking in the sights of the big city. Their clothes, although unusual, weren't sufficiently so to draw attention and so they wandered unnoticed through the city streets.

It wasn't long however before they became both hungry and thirsty and, stopping for refreshments at a cafe, it was then that they discovered the first flaw in their plan. They had no money and when it became clear that they couldn't pay, the cafe owner had threatened to call the police on them.

"We didn't realise we needed money," Snowflake tried to explain naively. "How can we get some?"

"Like everybody else does. Get a job ya lazy bums," the cafe owner had replied. Then, muttered something about the 'youth of today.'

In the end the cafe owner had opted to just very publicly kick the girls out of his establishment in front of all the other customers, leaving them slightly confused by their crime. Everything had been free at the North Pole. It had been like a little collective, from each according to their ability and to each according to their needs. New York didn't seem to work anything like that. Some people seemed to have everything they needed while others had very little and nowhere did this seem to be more so than around the bus station area.

Then, suddenly, almost directly in front of them. A young man with blonde hair was pushed up against a wall by a big ugly thug and thumped.

“Enough small talk. Where is my money?” the thug asked.

“Look, I got something huge in the works. I just need a little more time…” the young man had replied.

When the thug left, nobody seemed to care that the young man had been assaulted and so the two girls went over to see if he was hurt.

"Are you alright?" Snowflake asked.

"It sounds like you need money," Jingle added. "We need it too. Do you know how to get any?"

 

[Deadfreak]

Great title

 

[LitShark]

“I’m fine,” Jack answered Snowflake, stuffing his cards and ID back into his wallet, “some people just have no Christmas spirit.”

Jack looked up to Jingle. Could they really be this innocent?

“… But money, I know how to get money. A couple of beautiful young ladies like yourself, we could make a lot of money together. You’ve just got to trust me,” Jack stood up and pocketed his possessions, dusting himself off, “If you two follow me, I can give you a place to stay and get you paid before tomorrow night.”

Jack took Snowflake by the hand first and then wrapped his arm around Jingle’s shoulers.

“I’m Jack Frosted, and it’s lucky that you two ran into me because I’m singularly equipped to get you both paid right away. Just the three of us could make a film tonight… We can call it… ‘Miracle on Dirty Whores Street,’” Jack was well into his pitch as he led the girls back toward his apartment building, “Act one will be you and me, act two will be you and I, then for act three we’ll do a threesome. We just need to do a little decorating for Christmas.”

Jack led the two young beauties back to his apartment, trying not to let any of the vagrants or thugs that populated his neighborhood get a good look at them. Heaven forbid that word got out to the people he owed money to found out that he was sharing space with two beauties.

Jack showed the two up to his tiny, studio apartment. It was filthy and strewn with empty beer cans and liquor bottles, but Jack didn’t think too much of it, opting instead to setup his personal, digital camcorder on a tripod with his ring-light shining just above.

“I’ll shoot with you first,” Jack nodded at Snowflake, “and you can direct,” he turned back toward Jingle, “I’m Jack, by the way. Pleasure to meet you.”

Jack smiled his winningest smile before disappearing into the lone bathroom in his one-room apartment, he changed into his Santa Claus outfit.

“We’re going to start with you in my lap, then we’ll move to the bed,” Jack called through the door.

 

[cnuveau]

Had the two girls been from anywhere other than the North Pole alarm bells would have been going off in their heads. As it were though, the kindness of the man to help them make money and give them a place to stay was far too good for them to pass up.

"Why thank you sir. We'll have to make sure Santa has you on the nice list and puts a little something extra in your stocking this year." Snowflake said as she gripped his hand and looked across him towards Jingle with an excited grin.

Neither of them knew where Dirty Whore street was but they were familiar enough with The Miracle on 34th Street to have memorized the parts of each character since Christmas moves was all that was watched on the North Pole. "We love that movie! You think we'd be able to make money doing another version of it?" Jingle asked as the warm sensations from his arm around her shoulder caused her cheeks to flush slightly. "We're excellent at Christmas decorations." Snowflake chimed in excitedly.

When the girls walked into the aghast at the state of the place. "Well it's not very Christmassy looking like this Jingle said as she looked around at the trash and clutters strewn around the apartment. "We'll get it cleaned up."

While Jack got to work on the camera the two girls busied themselves filling bags with the cans and bottles and decorating the place as best they could with whatever was on hand. When Jack called out about starting out on his lap then moving to the bed they both looked at each other with a confused look then shrugged their shoulders. They didn't really remember a part of the movie like that but they'd known anything other than trust until now.

By the time Jack emerged from the bathroom dressed as Santa they had the place shining like a new dime. "Oh yay! Santa!" they both screamed as they jumped up and down excitedly. "This is going to be so much fun!" Snowflake took an excited step toward Jack. "So I'm going to sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas?" she asked still bouncing in place with a wide grin stretched across her lips.

 

[LitShark]

Jack was busy checking the bounce from his ring light onto the bright green canvass backdrop when… Snow—something, Snow White, came closer and asked for her cues again. She was already locked in character for the scene, giddy and childlike. Innocent was certainly the special sauce that these girls brought, but maybe a little too authentic.

“Yeah, yeah, sit on my lap—you are eighteen right? We’re going to need to sign contracts and stuff at some point—this is more of a proof of concept piece. You are eighteen? That’s great. It’s really important because we’re going for full penetration on this one. You’re fine with that—yeah? Yeah? Yeah.”

Jack’s enthusiasm for finding what he hoped was the future of Season themed pornography that he’d helped himself to a few lines of cocaine while he was disappearing back and forth, setting up equipment. He still had some residual powder under his nose and was talking, thinking and moving around the apartment like a hummingbird’s heartbeat.

He double checked with both girls that they were eighteen or over one last time, filming their responses—just to have it. Then he went back to angling the bounce of light off of his backdrop.

“I’m so glad you girls are so… down for all this. I know a thing or two about this kind of work, but most girls your age are… entitled and they think they’re too good for skin flicks.”

Jack sniffed and wiped under his nose. He ran his tongue over his gums. His whole face was numb.

“Here, let me…” once he got the backdrop staged, Jack retrieved a stick of scandalously red lipstick from one of his drawers and applied it to Snowflake’s lips in three jerky passes, “yeah, that’s perfect.”

Jack turned away from the girls, pulling the waistband of his fuzzy, Santa pants and using the same lipstick to paint stripes on his cock like a candy cane.

“Okay. So when I ask what you want for Christmas, you’re going to say, ‘A big, hard treat!’ and then when I pull my pants down, you jump to sucking it,” sniff, “you, Jangles, you’re going to push in on her when she starts gagging—then we do some cowgirl, some reverse cowgirl, finish in doggy while I pull your hair and then—white Christmas!”

Jack handed the digital camera and gimble rig to Jingle.

“Make sure you shoot my cock from low angles,” sniff, “Action! Hello, little girl. Hop up onto Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas.”

 

[cnuveau]

Snowflake assured him that she was 18 and he raced around the apartment. It was all so glamorous that she could understand why he was so excited. She’d never imagined starring in a movie when they made the journey hear from the North Pole.

“Penetration?” She asked, wondering what that meant as he raced back across the apartment, ignoring her question.

“We’re here to experience everything New York has to offer!” Snowflake said answering the only part of what he said that she understood. She wasn’t quite sure what a skin flick was but she didn’t want to sound naive by asking.

When he smeared the lipstick across her lips Snowflake turned to Jingle who wiped some of the excess off, cleaning up the look a little while he continued doing whatever he was doing behind her.

Snowflake listened to his instructions but beyond the dialog she wasn’t quite sure what he meant. There was so much about the world outside the North Pole but she hoped it would all be obvious so she didn’t have to embarrass herself by asking.

Jingle wasn’t following much more but she listened to the instructions that were coming rapid fire. The one word she did recognize brought a realization about what he was expecting. “Cock?” She’d heard the word before when she was very young and listening through the thin walls of her parent’s room. Intrigued by what was going on she cracked the door open an peered through. “Oh fuck that’s good. Suck that cock.” Her father said as he gripped her mom’s hair then thrust his hips against her face. At the time she thought they were having a fight but after walking in on one of the elf couples she wasn’t quite so sure now.

Snowflake wasn’t quite ready when he called action but she quickly gathered herself then jumped on his lap, repeating the lines just as he’d instructed.

A look of shock covered her face when he pulled his red pants down. She looked over at Jingle who gave her a reassuring nod before looking down at it again. “Oh my god, it’s a candy cane!!” She said excitedly before climbing down off his lap then running her tongue along the length of his huge cock.

 

[LitShark]

“Yes! Just for you! That’s a good little ho, ho, ho-ly fuck!” Jack slipped out of character as he felt Snowflake’s warm tongue moving along the thick vein running the length of his cock. He slid her fluffy earmuffs off of her head and grasped her long braids in each hand as she continued to suck him.

“On Licker, on Flicker—on Sucker and Clitson! On Slobbit, on Knobbit—on Fucker and Vixen! A merry Christmas to all—and for God’s sake, don’t bite!”

Jack used Snowflake’s braids like reigns for a sleigh while she sucked his cock eagerly and without hesitation. He used her hair to cheat her face toward the camera lens, a consummate professional. As skilled as Snowflake was, she lacked the camera sense to find her lens when she ought to. Maybe she was more method than that—as she seemed to really be enjoying sucking his big cock. Her sister was more focused on getting the shot—or was she fascinated? In either case, she seemed lost within the viewfinder as he got his cock sucked.

“Yes, yes! You’re definitely on Santa’s Nice list. Why don’t you climb on up into my lap and ride this sugar stick for real?”

Jack used Snowflake’s braids to bring her back to her feet.

“Push back,” Jack whispered to Jingle, gesturing with his hand for her to capture the wider shot as Snowflake took his cock for the first time.

 

[cnuveau]

Snowflake's memories triggered the desire that had sent both her and Jingle on their long journey in the first place and instinctively she took the large cock into her mouth, letting her lips work slowly down the shaft. Jack's grasp on her braids further guided the motion that seemed only natural at the time.

Jack was much larger than she'd ever imagined anyone could ever be. Having only elves as a frame of reference she'd anticipated that, when this moment came, it would be far more manageable. His cock, however, strained her jaw and caused her to gag at first. If nothing else, snowflake was a determined one so she kept at it until her lips managed their way down toward the base of his cock.

Snowflake felt the familiar desire building as the action played out and dampness in her panties continued to build. one hand slipped beneath her waistband then found it's way to her folds and teased at them as she sucked his cock. By the time Jack guided her from his lap she wanted nothing more than to finally feel what it was like to have a cock inside her.

When she got to her feet Snowflake pushed down both her skirt and her panties in one motion then climbed onto Jacks lap. "Oh Santa, you always seem to know just what a girl wants." she said, finding herself so consumed in the moment that she carried on the scene of his movie without even thinking about it. She hovered just above his cock for a moment trying to muster the courage as she stroked him beneath her.

"Do it! Do it!" Jingle muttered to herself as she captured all the action and adjusted the shot just as Jack had instructed her. She was jealous that it was Snowflake and not her that was getting to do it but she knew that her turn was coming soon. Her body vibrated with desire and it was all she could do to try to steady her hands as she squeezed her thighs together and longed for the sensation that Snowflake was about to experience.

Slowly, Snowflake guided Jack to the entrance her fingers had explored so many times then felt him penetrate her. "Oh god Santa. It's soooo big." she groaned out as she clung to Jack's neck and his huge cock stretched her in ways she'd never even dreamed of. At first the progress was slow but slowly she was able to take more and more of him until finally, he was fully hilted in her. "Poppa Elf said we shouldn't do this. Are you sure it's ok?" she asked quietly in his ear, pleading in her mind that it didn't.

 

[LitShark]

“Don’t worry, Snowflake,” Jack whispered against Snowflake’s neck, dragging his teeth slowly, “you’re doing great. Papa Elf doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You were born for this.”

Both hands were under Snowflake’s festive skirt, gripping both cheeks of her athletic ass as he lifted and dropped her on his shaft, spreading her from within like his hands were spreading her cheeks. For an undiscovered, she was incredible! Her pussy was so tight and wet—it was almost like she wasn’t performing at all! Like she really was lost in bliss, riding his big, rigid cock.

“Ho, ho, ho! Ride that dick, girl! Ride it hard, you won’t break it! Ho! Ho! Ho!” his “ho’s” were sounding more like primal grunts as Snowflake rode him harder, “turn it around, now. Let Santa see that ass bounce! Ho! Ho!”

She was flexible, too. Jack tried to help her to swing her leg around, over his head, to face the lens, but she scarcely needed any help at all.

“Oh my God! Ungh!” Jack slapped her inner thigh as he broke character. The twisting and shifting had caused Snowflake to grip his cock in the middle like a vise. It took every ounce of professionalism not to blow the Money Shot, right then, “what a Holly Jolly little Honey Hole you have, girl! Ho! Ho! Ho!”

Jack tried the old trick, thinking about baseball stats to try and stave off his climax. Seeing Jingle, his costar’s supposed sister, playing with herself as she watched greedily didn’t do much to stave off his climax.

“We’d better move to doggy!” Out of character, but he was standing up already, gripping her long braids, “go on, girl! Have a Me-e-e-erry Christmas!”

He stood up and thrusted in the same motion, tugging back on her hair.