The Pole and the Cold

[LitShark]

((LitShark & monique_minx))

North Pole – T – 14 Days, 6 hours, 24 minutes and 16 seconds until Christmas


Outside of the Tech Workshop, the wind was howling. Snow blanketed the horizon and blocked the exit door from egress, as it so often did. At this time of year, nights could last for hundreds of consecutive hours. Only the clock measured the passage of time, the Christmas Clock—and it only counted down. Every second they were drawing closer to the deadline, looming over them like the lightless night sky.

Less than fifteen days until Christmas. They were so dreadfully behind.

Tinsel-fling turned his head to try and avoid the toxic Lithium smoke as he pressed another iPhone battery from its raw components. He was showing more symptoms of Lithium poisoning every day—but there was no time to rest. There were so many batteries—so many processors—so many, many gifts to craft by hand. They needed enough iPhones to fill a house, and there were less than fifteen days until Christmas.

“Here,” Chasing-Lights, Tinsel’s coworker handed him a copper cup full of water. Not Egg Nog, not milk, not chocolate. It was a relief, “you need to stay hydrated.”

Tinsel sighed as the cool liquid moved down his throat. So much of his diet was candy and sugar, it was a wonder how often he forgot to drink water.

“Thanks,” Tinsel sighed, handing back the empty cup, “back to it then.”

“Do… do you ever wonder what it’s all for?” Chase answered back, genuinely morose.

“It’s for the good little boys and girls—so they have some magic in their lives. So that—”

“No, I know that, but why… this?” Chase held up a defective battery that had exploded. His hand was still bandaged with packing ribbon from the wound it left, “this isn’t the kind of magic they need? And if it is, maybe they aren’t so good. And why him? Why, he’s just some overblown bully with a weight problem and a bad attitude! Why should I have to be here, burning off my fingers so he can get all the credit? Who appointed him?”

“Chase, be careful…”

“No! I’m missing poor little Sugar Plumb’s eighteenth birthday, and for what? So that fat slob can move a few more numbers and hand the latest device to some ungrateful—”

“Ungrateful?” The voice filled up the tiny workshop like a shadow, looming above them, terrifying.

“Sir!” Chase gasped.

“How’s that word taste in your mouth, Chasing-Lights? Would you rather brave the storm out there? Spurn my hearth and freeze to death like your ancient ancestors used to? Is that what you want? Maybe you want the same for your family. Do you want to go free?”

“N-no! No sir! Please.”

“He didn’t mean it, Chris. He was just venting. He’s made a fool of himself.”

“Yes! I’m so sorry. I’ll work extra hard for the rest of the season. You can void all my time off.”

“Hm. That’s generous of you. And you—neither of you, are to leave this workshop until we’re caught up with the quota,” Santa slid one of the finished, packaged and gift-wrapped iPhone’s off of the pile, “plus one more.”

“Of course, Chris, Sir. Again, I’m so sorry.”

“Sugar Plumb is eighteen now, is she? I think I’ll pay her a visit….” Santa remarked casually as he strode out of the workshop, his polished, black boots reflecting the orange fire in the hearth as he strode back toward the central residences.

Both elves knew better than to object or try to stop him. They held their heads down and worked desperately to make more iPhones. Chase weeping softly, the jingle bell on the top of his hat betraying the motion of his stifled sobs.

*-*-*

Though she’d already taken her Placement Exams, Sugar Plumb was still in the library, going over more books on coding and operating systems—just in case there was some special trial that she’d need to face after exams before being sorted as a coder.

Coder was the most sought-after position in the North Pole Production Village—hardly any manual labor, practically no dangerous rare-earth minerals or poison gas. Sugar Plumb had always wanted to be a coder and having graduated as this year’s Valedictorian and coming of age, she’d never felt closer to her dream.

She was so caught up in her dream of coding that she didn’t hear the black boots walking toward her across the lush carpet. His white silk glove slid behind her hair and grasped the back of her neck, the disparity in their sizes allowing Chris’ hand to completely encircle Sugar Plumb’s slender neck.

“I hear you’re celebrating a special birthday,” Santa smiled behind his white beard, “I decided to bring you a present.”

Santa holds up the wrapped iPhone.

“Why don’t you come with me to my study for some cookies and milk?”

It wasn’t a question, not really. When Chris Cringle commanded, elves had to obey.

 

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Sugar Plumb gasped in surprise as the hand encircled the back of her neck and the size told her more than enough. It was a rare occasion for an elf child to see Santa and so Sugar had only met him personally a handful of times. He was a very busy man after all! She saw the rectangular present in his hand and looked up at him in awe.

"Thank you Sir! That's so generous of you! I didn't know you knew it was my birthday." She blushed and left her books stacked on the library shelf as she walked with him.

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The door to the Confectionary Workshop slammed open as a burst of peppermint-scented steam rolled out into the hallway. Inside, three elves scrambled to hide the contraband sugar - the good stuff, not the synthetic stuff that Santa allowed.

Minty Mischief perched on a stool far too tall for her and squeaked when she saw the Library alert rune glowing.

"Oh gumdrops! Santa's out of the tech wing and headed for the library." She clutched her striped red thigh highs.

Across the room, Peppermint Twirl stopped mid-spin, dizzy and breathless. Her red tresses had all but frizzed up and she blinked, confused, "Library? Why the library? Isn't it placement day?"

"Exam day." Minty corrected her, "Some of the class is probably there."

"Exam day...Oh! I know this one..." Peppermint looked like she was thinking hard.

"Don't strain yourself." Minty muttered.

"Sugar Plumb!" Peppermint almost shouted and made the other two cringe.

"What?" Minty asked.

"It's her big day!" Peppermint reminded them it was Sugar's birthday and it seemed to dawn on the three of them at once.

"It was her big day." Nutmeg Nuzzle commented grimly, "We all know the Big Man likes to give...personal congratulations."

All three shuddered at the same time.

"Well Jingle Bells! Should we warn her?" Minty bit her lip.

"Are you insane?" Nutmeg hissed, practically vibrating where she was perched on her own stool, "Santa would tan our little elf hides and hang us on the tree as ornaments!"

Peppermint Twirl wrung her hands, "But it's her birthday! And she's so sweet and smart and always shares her sugar stash with us!"

Nutmeg looked at her dead, "That's probably why he likes her. Her obedience score is probably off the charts, top of the Nice List no doubt!"

"Is it true Santa's study is soundproofed? He never took me there..." Minty said, eying the 'Santa board' where new lights were flashing as he moved from room to room in exactly that direction.

Peppermint's cheeks flushed brighter than a candy cane, "O-oh, do you think he's going to...?"

But she never got to finish her question as a deeper alarm chimed through the workshop:

"14 Days, 6 hours until Christmas!"

The three elves froze.

"...We should pretend to work." Minty whispered.

"Yes! Before he adds us to the Naughty List." Nutmeg jumped down with her toolkit.

"Do you have to jinx us like that?!" Minty hissed at her, spitting and turning in a circle three times like she was trying to ward off the devil.

Peppermint was bouncing nervously and hesitated at the door, "Should we...I don't know...bake her something? A farewell pastry? A 'Sorry Santa's about to ruin your birthday' cake?"

Minty and Nutmeg both stared at her, Minty broke the silence, "...that is both morbid and adorable, so yes."

 

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"Oh, ho ho ho! I keep track of all of my promising little students. Especially ones with such terrific work ethic! Work is food for an elf's soul, remember." Santa was barely paying attention to the conversation, he could barely wait to get this little elf alone.

He swung the heavy, ornately carved, wooden door inward and led Sugar Plumb inside his private workshop. A fire was crackling beneath a full rack of sizzling chestnuts and lush elk furs covered each surface.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," Santa smiled through his white beard, pouring whole milk into champagne flutes, "tonight you become a woman."

Sugar Plumb had never set foot in Santa's study before, his private space! She hadn't dared to imagine what it might look like. She spun on her heel, unable to stop herself getting a full revolution of the room while she lightly brushed her fingers through the nearest fur.

"This is so cosy Santa, you must love it here..." She finally stopped looking around to take the champagne glass from him, her eyes wide with wonderment.

"Oh twizzlers! I am old enough now, aren’t I?" She mused innocently.

Santa smiled and placed his index finger next to his nose, "I won't tell if you don't."

He winked then and clinked his glass against hers before taking a long sip.

"So tell me, where were you hoping to be sorted? I have a lot of pull with the sorting committee you know," this seemed to be Santa's shtick, making jokes about his absolute authority over the elven workers, "drink up! Drink up!"

Santa removed his white gloves before opening his desk and grabbing a bag of powdered sugar. The good kind. The kind his workforce pretended he didn't know about.

He sucked his pinky for a moment before dipping it into the bag, it came out coated in white powder.

"I promised you cookies, too. Didn't I?"

Sugar clinked her glass with his and took a sip, she'd never toasted anyone before let alone been allowed to drink milk!

"Oh, um, coding." She answered sheepishly, "its always been my dream to get accepted there."

She rather hoped that didn't sound as boring as she thought, it wasn't glorious or dangerous. But she had the smarts for it.

"Oh!" She realised she'd been nursing the drink and took another big mouthful when he prompted her, coughing a little as she'd tried to take too much.

She was drawn to Santa's voice telling her about cookies and she cleared her throat while eying the bag of sugar he held in his hands, "cookies...yes," she remembered what he'd said in the Library, "you, um, you did..."

"I guess I meant, an ingredient in cookies," Santa sat on the fur couch beside Sugar Plumb, "sugar for sugar."

Santa slid his large pinky finger under Sugar Plumb's upper lip and smeared the quick dissolving sugar back and forth, into her gums.

Santa mistakenly assumed it was her first time experimenting with the elven drug.

While he ran his finger back and forth along her gums, his other arm wrapped around her and caressed her petite breast through her velvet dress.

Sugar smiled nervously at his play on words and hid her surprise that he'd offer her such a treat knowing full well an elf caught with such contraband would be in big trouble. She was more surprised that he was rather intimate in offering it to her and chose to put his finger in her mouth himself.

She felt a little giddy as he rubbed it along her gums and leaned into him as he put his arm around her. After he'd gone back and forth along her gums, she sucked on his finger gently, curling her tiny fingers around his hand at the joint of his thumb.

"Yes... good elf," Santa grinned, releasing her chest to set her glass down on the workshop table. He dumped a tidy pile of the powdered sugar onto the table next to her glass, "you like that huh? It's even better if you sniff it.*

Santa used a To: From: card to cut the sugar into a few lines on the table, lifting the petite elf into his lap where the huge tent of his hard cock slid up the backside of her skirt, red velvet grinding against her striped panties.

"Here, sniff sniff," Santa steered a candy striped straw over the lines while using his own lap to perch her at the appropriate height, "such a good, hard working elf. I think you're destined to be a coder."

While one hand moved the straw, his other hand moved around her hip and up the front of her skirt, teasing her through her wet panties.

Though Sugar had never sniffed it before, she wasn't an idiot and put two and two together as she perched upon Santa's lap. Her eyes were somewhat glassy already - a likely combination of the milk and sugar. She felt the slight flip of her skirt and the unusual hardness at her backside.

She took the offered straw from him, delighted that he thought she'd make a good coder and leaned over to snort the line. She felt Santa's hand beneath her skirt and unconsciously ground against him as she sniffed up the sugar. She spluttered though and realised it was a two handed job - she needed to seal her other nostril and it hadn't occurred to her initially.

She tried again, her hips rocking ever so slightly where she was perched on Santa's lap. She experienced a whole body shiver as she finally snorted the line up properly and rubbed at her nose where it tingled.

She was blinking rapidly, "oh my!"

"Yeah, that's a good elf. Enjoy it. It's your birthday after all," the pretense was tissue paper thin, the way she was grinding against him, he was rubbing the outline of her little paper-cut pussy.

He lifted his hips and leaned over her. He handed her the straw and laid her face right in the midst of the powdered sugar.

The weight of Santa's thick cock landing on the small of her back nearly knocked her to the floor if not for his middle digit working away to rub her little clit flat. His naked cock now lay across the small of her back.

"The next gift I give you may hurt a bit at first, but I promise, you're going to learn to love it."

In his experience, there was no gentle way to take an elf's virginity with a human cock. Santa preferred, instead, to go all at once. He pulled her little panties to the side and grappled the wide head inside her and then following through, pounding her onto the table, her legs dangling as his huge cock hollowed her out.

Sugar Plumb's face sat amid the powdered sugar, coating her cheek in it and before she could lift, Santa's cock landed on her back and she jolted. She wasn't immediately aware of what caused the weight but she was aware he was now vigorously working her clit which was making her moan and writhe.

"What will hurt, Sa-" She tried to ask as he pulled her panties aside and shoved himself inside her.

The pain was immense, like she imagined being speared in the gut would be. Because Sugar certainly felt impaled. She wailed and cried and beat her tiny fist on the table next to her face. There wasn't an inch of space inside of her not swallowed up by his enormous cock. Very real tears slipped down to mix with the sugar, making it a sticky mess glued to her face.

"Oh!" She sobbed and tried to breathe. Even the drugs couldn't quite take the edge off the severity of the invasion.

"Shh, shh. You're doing so good," Santa cooed, his beard tickling the back of her neck as his hips continued to jam against her insides, seeking room to draw back and pound in again.

His large hand made a fist in her curly, auburn hair, pushing her face into the pile of powdered sugar, making her tears into candy.

The table was beginning to rock back and forth on its heavy, hand carved legs as he finally found the room to withdraw, only to slam back in. This time he got his whole cock inside her at the deepest part of his stroke, repeating the motion as soon as he dared. Then again and again.

She felt Santa's encouragement warm and though he continued to pound into her, the burn was not as strong as it had been the first time. His hand wrapped her hair and forced her face into the sugar and she shut her eyes to protect them as the wet sugar crystallised and clung to her, dropping from her eyebrows in little gloops here and there.

Santa kept repositioning with each thrust, cracking her open wider and wider until he finally found a way to fully bury himself to the hilt inside of her. The sensation made her howl but it wasn’t the painful cry that was forced from her the first time. It was a combination of pressure, fulfilment and a warmth she couldn't understand. It felt...good? Sugar Plumb moaned in approval and bucked beneath him as much as she could, her pussy rippled with that same sensation.

"Oh Santa!" She gasped.

"Yes! Yes! Good slut!" Santa grunted, Sugar Plumb's tight pussy lubricating and stretching to accommodate his size. He gripped her hair and lifted her face up from the powdered, "don't fight it! It's supposed to feel good."

The wet, sloshing sound of Santa's huge cock sliding in and out of Sugar Plumb's tight pussy joined the space between his hips slapping the back of her thighs. Her legs begin to kick and swing as he pounds away, the table legs joining the chorus of percussive noises.

Santa pulled down her dress and pinched one of her erect nipples between his fingers tightly, his balls slapping her clit and stomach each time he cratered her slender body.

"Yes! Good elf! You're a woman now, Sugar Plumb! Take this big, North Pole in your tight little stocking!"