Elf Awareness In The Workplace (aka, Yula's Horny New Year) (Patreon)

Incidentally, I pictured Yula to look something like this 

Her coworkers I pictured more like this 

"This is reindeer dookie!" Dotty gulped down another eggnog. The bossman had it in the office for decades now, thinking it helped keep us in the Christmas spirit all year round. It worked, granted, but some of the girls around the workshop can, well... abuse their privileges.

"We don't need any help! We got this every year!" added Cherry. "Don't see why the need to bring humans into this. Right, Yula?"

We were sitting around the break room after the meeting with management. Mrs. Claus had just broken the news that we were getting a new face around the workshop, and people weren't taking it well. We elves had been making toys for hundreds of years (thought the ones that old were mostly way up the ladder), and they didn't always take well to change. It was like when Santa got a lot of lists in for Nintendos and computers and everyone wondered what the hell we were going to do with all the wood we'd saved up for rocking horses and a minimal understanding of electronics. Of course, now they'd hardly complain about having machines do most of the hard labor, but there's always waves to be made.

"I mean... we don't neeeeed the humans," I admitted carefully. "But there's the legal issues. So I guess... yea, we legally need a human here." Cherry is this pink-haired little thing; skinny, pretty, long legs that she likes to cross under her wreath-green skirt. Of course, she's got the same as the rest of us; pointy ears, pointy hat, pointy shoes, and fluffy white fringe on all our outfits. Dotty has the big green beehive haircut, clearly trying to look taller and showing off her ears with those tasty new gingerbread man earrings. I'm way behind myself; I'm still on the classic jingle bells on my lobes.

They're a couple of pegs down the totem pole from me, but I wanted to treat things carefully as Merriment Manager of the Manufacturing Division. I'm always kind of the odd girl out to some extent. First thing somebody would point out about Yula Wreathly is that I have dark skin, a lot like the humans that were over in Africa. I've also got these dark brown curls that hang around my face, but damn if I need to go outside for a package or a stubborn reindeer because going from the freezing cold back to the heated inside makes me hair go nuts. Unlike the other two, I'm on the chubby side, and I've got a big pair of presents attached to my chest that get in the way without a tight enough bra. I try to stay professional with a bright red dress (white fringed, again) and flats with the bells on the front and my mentioned earrings. If you asked me, I'm the type of elf who didn't get to where she was based on her looks.

Dotty scoffed while Cherry gulped down another nog. I'm just nursing some cocoa made from water, since the milk doesn't go great with my guts. "It's okay, Yula. You don't have to be all business. It's the break room. Secrets stay in the little house." She gestured around to the mini kitchen, the ceilings only going about 5 feet high. Even when the bigman or his buddies come around, they can't fit in comfortably so they have to ask us to step out. It's kind of our little treefort sometimes.

"I mean... I don't care?" I offer uneasily. I'm sure she'll be fine. Or he. Or... aren't humans making up pronouns now?"

"I know, right!?" Dotty grinned with amusement. "And they're still using gasoline! They're such big dumb lugs! They only give presents once a year, and haven't even learned how to use jolly-powered engines yet. Get with the times, am I right?"

Dotty and Cherry cackled together while I smiled more meekly. It was going to be a real trip alright.

Mrs. Claus welcomes Tyler McKean the next day, the first human to ever work at Santa's Workshop. Of course, there's some snickers when I get assigned as his handler. They call it "showing him the ropes," but there's a whole lot of ropes when you're moving from Montana to the North Pole. He's this giant guy, twice our size at 6 feet tall, with short blonde hair and this ridiculous button-up shirt and slacks jeans look. I mean, it's in company policy and all, but he looks ridiculous as the only one not wearing fluffy green or red clothes. At least his shirt is a kind of dark green...

"So this is the work floor. Once it's proper working hours, you don't come out here without a hard hat and goggles. Kitchen and the mess is that way, big room at the end... this is the break room for our wing. We're generally not in the other districts of Santa's workshop without direct orders otherwise. There's meeting rooms on the next floor, but that's mostly us manager types..."

"Question," Tyler interrupted, the first time he really spoke up besides some unsure greetings when we first met. It's weird how big and deep his voice is, but at least it makes sure I can hear him from all the way up there. "About the break room?"

"Oh! Well outside food and drink's allowed, you can use-"

"I mean... is it like, magic?"

"Nnnnnot really. There's bottomless eggnog and cookies every other morning."

"Oh. So it's not like... taller on the inside?"

I looked at the door. It's a generous five feet, and I saw his point. The halls are tall enough for Santa and everyone to get through, but y'know... treefort. "You wish. You can take your break in the cafeteria, though. Or just... I dunno... squat?" He laughed at that, and I smiled uneasily. Whatever breaks the ice, I guess.

I showed him around the place, and after a basic tour, I figured we'd start him off easy. "So today we're on doll watch. Carver and his guys manufacture the parts and we're supposed to put em together." I pulled out a case of the sorted parts and I whipped through a set of cloth, plastic, and wooden dolls like I'm still just a 50 year old kid. "See? Easy. Now start with the base. It's easiest that way."

"The... uh..." He looked at the assorted bits of wood in front of him. I took the piece that makes up the hips and hold it up.

"Oh,  you mean the ass. Got it!" He picked it up along with the torso while I was going as red as my dark round cheeks can go.

"Um... maybe butt? Butt's a nice compromise," I offered helpfully.

"Shit, sorry. That was pretty unprofessional, huh?" My eyes had gotten as big as saucers.

"What the holly is your...?" I whispered harshly, standing up on my stool to get at least close to his head. I took a deep breath through my nose, something that he watched very closely around my chest for some reason. "Yea. Okay. Humans... have a lot more liberal language than elves do. It's kind of part of the Christmas spirit we like to keep up around here. Keeping things..."

"Squeaky clean?" Tyler asked as he popped a few pieces in on his doll.

"Polite," I offered. More compromise on words. "We don't want to give people the wrong ideas about humans when things are so delicate right now."

"It's delicate?"

I sighed and remembered how he responded to humor. "Honey, you're a human in an elf workshop. How about we assume EVERYthing here is delicate to you?" That got another laugh and I felt a little better about myself. I let him focus on a few practice toys and explained how it's more traditional than anything else. Some kids get them as novelties, but really most of the real work is with the factory. We handle a lot of the more fine crafted stuff in the back rooms like this. He seemed like he's starting to get it, and I wondered if this really won't be as bad as everyone thought.

"So I've got another question, Yula" Tyler started. I hand him off another pair of doll legs.

"Sure."

"Why are you black?"

"I'm not. Why?" I didn’t even bat an eye for the first time. Not the first thing that goes over my head at this height.

"I mean... you are. You've got the whole..." He waved a hand around his face. I stared at him blankly as his gesture expanded to his whole body, then waved at me. "Like why are you the only elf I've seen with black skin?"

Ooooookay. I'd had it. I just slumped into the workbench and let my boobs rest on the counter while I held my face in my palms. "Oh my saint," I groaned. "First of all, I am NOT the only dark-skinned elf. There's the Tingle twins over in Livestock and Dr. Crumbles in Magic R and D. Also, my retired parents! Also, do you just... ask EVERYone why they're a color in human world!?"

"No!" Tyler defended, looking almost as flustered as I am as he goes red in the face. "Geez, no! It's my first day seeing an elf and you're the one in like a hundred I've seen. I didn't know they made you in black!"

"I'm brown, okay!" I objected. "A really dark brown! Why are you even calling it that!?"

"It's a dated term! Sorry! I knew you weren't an African American elf, so what was I supposed to call you!?"

"Maybe not go why are you black!? Why don't I get to ask you why you're a human!?"

"Because of that lawsuit thing?" Tyler said. That really was the root behind all of this. Some lawyers came by from Human Affairs and tutted a lot at the lack of human employees. Santa was legally forced to hire one or they'd cancel Christmas. "I don't know. I'm sorry! I didn't know it was a thing."

We both sort of clammed up for a while. I quietly pointed out some tips as we move up to model planes and trains, but we were obviously awkward now. I do feel bad about the outburst. Weird or not, he's as much a fish out of water as I am right now. It comes to our break and I offered to buy him some chicken strips from the caf. It's okay stuff, but Tyler took me up on it and said it's hard to mess up chicken. I thought we’d eat it in the caf, but he said he wanted to try the break room.

He's kind of cute in there. He had to sit on the floor with his knees up to his chest while he eats, but he fits. I can't keep in the giggles while he does it, and he just smiles and takes it. He knew the position he's in. He's just trying to make the best of it.

"Hey there, stretch!" Dolly pulled up a seat at the table next to him, and I quietly held my breath and await something to explode. "How's the place treating you so far? Miss Wreathly riding you too hard?" she asked with a grin at me.

"Not bad," he answered. "It's pretty simple stuff. But Yula? She's been great. Really... forgiving," he muttered as he sipped his soda to avoid making a face.

Dotty smirked over at me again. "Yea, it must be hard adapting to a place like this. Say, were you coming to the office party this weekend?"

Tyler looked at me. I just went wide-eyed and shrug. "I guess I can. I'm basically unpacked... but what's it for?"

"What's it for?" Dotty laughed. "It's Pre-Yule's Moon Day. Last full moon before Christmas. Whole place gets um... 'lit' for the big month of the home stretch." She looked at me and wagged her eyebrows like I should be impressed for her using one of the human words.

Tyler was into it, and Dotty slipped him a flier before excusing herself again. I pointed out to our new human that it would take place in the break room of the Public Relations branch; the biggest of the break rooms, but not an inch taller than the rest of them. Somehow he was still okay with it. I bit my lip and hoped my complexion hides my blush as I wonder what he'd wear for the special occasion.

The rest of the week went by fairly smoothly as I handled Tyler's training personally. Once the party rolls around, I'm surprised to find that he fits right in. Tyler's the center of attention for a good part of the party, everyone wanting to meet the mile high new guy. Speedy got rowdy as usual and tried to go drink for drink with Tyler, but he's passed out in no time. "I have no idea what his problem is," Tyler laughed as he smiled at me with his big strong human jaw. "This stuff is crazy watered down."

"Well you've got twice as much liver, I bet," I chuckle back, still nursing my cocoa.

"And we drink real alcohol."

I looked at him weird. "There IS real alcohol in this," I explain. "It's milk and egg and booze. What's different in human world?"

"No I mean like... in AMERICA," he corrected. "We have like rum and vodka and beer. Alcohol without the egg or the... nog."

"Well that's not very merry," I chuckled as I take another sip.

"Then you've never had good beer." Someone held up their mug and he graciously reached over everyone's head, putting himself on refills duty since he's got about three times the wingspan as the rest of us.

Things go pretty well, but there's always a few sloppy ones at an office party. Cherry and Dotty eventually showed up giggling, each of them suddenly leaning on one of his curled up legs.

"Thanks for showing up, Tybler," Dotty slurred as she gave a high little burp. All the while she's showing off that tiny boobs of hers in that skimpy dress. I just did all I could to cover mine, but there were only so many fluffy red tops that don't show some cleavage on me. Those that do tend to start losing buttons. Damn her and her amazing tiny rack!

"Yea, we're sorry if you're feeling left out here at the workshop," Cherry added. "We don't want you feeling lonely."

"Nah, I'm alright," Tyler assured them. "I'm rooming across from Dinkin and he's been cool."

"Oh yea?" Dotty asked brightly. "So you haven't been seeing any girrrrl elves lately?" It's downright disgusting how she tugs on her top to show those little Christmas ornament-sized boobs of her. Some people have all the luck! "Cuz I hear all kinds of stuff about you human boys from the field agents."

"Yea. Is it true you're big everywhere?!" Cherry cut in with a knowing wink before she sips on her nog. Definitely too much cheer going around. I've seen polar bears in heat being less subtle, and Tyler was looking around uncomfortably away from the room I suddenly realize is right about crotch height to him.

"Okay, I think we can calm down," I laughed politely as I stepped in to help. "You ladies haven't had any cake yet, have you? Did they shape it like a tree or a snowman this time, I wonder?"

"Oh, calm down, you silly ol' grinch. We're just havin'-"

Oh no she hollying didn't. I smacked the mug right out of her hand and got right into her face, or as much as my boobs let me get in her face. "What did you call me!? How tinseling dare you!?" I shouted at her. "Cuz you do NOT call me the g-word and act like it's nothing! You are tipsy off your butt, and I will NOT tolerate that kind of slur in my workplace!"

Everyone gets pretty quiet. The only sound was the music as Jingle Bell Rock went on at the same time as I started adding more red to my brown cheeks. "Gee... sorry," Dotty muttered while Cherry giggled.

"She's just touchy cuz she's all too big all over. Can you believe she's already an E cup at her size? And that bu-" I flipped out all over again and went rushing at Cherry, but Tyler got up and picked me up off the ground by the armpits. I was kicking and swinging away at her while rambling off every Christmas cuss I knew while he squat-walked out of the break room.

"Sorry! Getting a little hot in here! I'll be back in a minute once we cool off!" Tyler called to them.

Of course I'm grateful once he gets me out of there. Dotty had no right calling me the g-word in front of everyone. Tyler just sort of awkwardly hugs me to his chest like an active, busty, brown grenade until we're in his room. "Didn't know where else to put you," he admitted as he set me on the bed. It's as high off the ground as I am tall, and it is ridiculously cushy. I could sleep on one of his pillows alone if I squeezed in tight.

"Thanks... she was just so out of line," I grumbled as I rubbed my face.

"So that's a big deal up here? ‘The G word?" I nodded sharply. It's probably like calling someone a coward and a traitor and a party pooper all in one go to the humans. It's all we do, and then someone says you're against all of it. "Well fuck her, man." I started to blush, but I ended up just snickering. He smirked back and shook his head as he sat on the bed next to me. I bounced a little as he landed. And here I’d thought I was the heavy one around the workshop. "Really, fuck her ass, man. She's not worth it." I kept on giggling at his ridiculously filthy talk now that it's behind closed doors.

"It's just hard," I sighed as I finally calmed down. I looked around at his room full of little things, some of which I don't quite understand. I'm part of the newer generation, a good 323 years old, but even I can't keep up with all the modern human culture. "I do all this work and put up with so many people complaining or confiding in me, and running all these numbers... it's not a lot of thanks. The letters all go to Santa, the big missions go to the three ghosts, the reindeer get all the left out snacks, the Magic department get all the cool new equipment..."

"Did you just say you have ghosts?"

“It’s just a lot of stress, especially around this time of year.” Tyler patted me on the shoulder, and his big strong hand felt really assuring. He got up to go to his mini-fridge and handed me a cold metal can. “What’s that?”

“A little relief. I told you we had the good shit back in human world.” I chuckled and popped open the foamy drink. It’s not like I can handle the milk in eggnog anyway, so why not?

It turns out beer is pretty good! It's got this kind of taste like old fruit and sour bread, but it still gave me an extra bit of warm and jolly that I needed right then. Ty and I drank and talked together in the quiet of his room. I was too relieved to be cooling off and actually drinking something stronger than soda to consider what people might think if they knew I was in the human's room.

"So can I ask another question?" Tyler asked as he finished his beer ahead of me.

"If you think very carefully about your question first this time... then okay," I answered. He made a show of thinking hard before he nodded.

"From a professional standpoint: is Die Hard a Christmas movie?"

I snorted in my weird little laugh. "I mean... legally speaking, no. The movie has to be about the spirit of Christmas and been made with that explicit intent. Even Home Alone isn't a Christmas movie because it's clearly about slapsticking some criminals to death. We still get letters from people asking dumb stuff like that sometimes, you know." Tyler seemed content with that being settled, so I pitch one of my own.

"So I've got a question for you for once. Why... like, why do humans like flat skinny girls?"

"Excuse me?" he said, almost laughing.

"Like I get it with elves. We've got this standard of like, the old fae elves being skinny and beautiful, and that PC cute look that drives the boys wild. We get that. But why do humans...?"

"Do you think humans like small tits?"

I threw up my hands and barely kept from spilling the last of my beer. "YES! Thank you! We're all small and compact (most of us anyway). It's just you're all tall and big, so I don't know why your people would culturally look for humans with little twig figures if..."

"Yula!" he cut me off with an amused grin. "Humans like big boobs and big asses. I mean, we've all got different tastes and kinks, but for the most part, guys are going to like big ones over small."

I paused and swigged down the last of my beer. "Look..." I excuse quietly. "I spend a lot of my time around dolls and other elves. I'm not the most exposed to these kinds of things."

Tyler just laughed like a sweetheart. "Relax already. I didn't know elves liked 'em small. I always liked them bigger." I'm buzzed enough that I clear my throat and pretend to look away while I adjust my top, tugging it down to show a little more cleavage. "Like yours. Best rack in the workshop," he said, taking my bait for fishing for compliments. "You're easily the cutest one in the office."

I blushed again and set my empty can aside. I squirmed in his bed, shimmying a little closer until my shoulder was touching his arm. "So... when you say cute... is that like a different standard for humans? Because around here, cute, we think of toys and dolls, but I know colloquially it can mean like, attractive, so I don't want to be real forward and ask if-"

Then he went ahead and kissed me, and it was flipping amazing. It's a busy place at the North Pole, so kissing boys was never high on my priorities. I'm completely new to it, so I froze up like a reindeer in headlights as he put his lips on mine. It felt so soft for such a big strong creature, and I'm immediately getting hot in every way. My mouth sort of dropped open while I'm spaced out, and apparently that's enough of an invitation as Tyler puts his tongue onto my mouth. It can't all fit in there, but he sure seems to try and I was glad to help. I open wider and I find myself moaning as he leaned into me.

My big butt's not enough to keep me steady between his weight and my drinking. I end up flopped onto my back with my chubby thighs spread out around his waist and my boobs wobbling to a slow stop against his chest. I didn't know what to do exactly, but I sure didn't want him to stop. I grab his shirt and pull him into the kiss while I'm sucking on his tongue with my pouty lips just to keep on kissing him. It had been the most compliments on my looks I've had in years, and being underneath him felt like he could crush me at any minute and I didn't even care.

Ty's hands went to my boobs while we're making out and that's just it's own experience. I could feel them mold and bounce around in this big strong hands of his until he slips them out of my top. Elves always wear our clasps in the front thanks to our stubby arms, so he didn't waste any time completely exposing them to the open air of the room. Even with the heat on as high as ever, I was so hot that even the stuffy air felt cool against my nipples. It was the first time anyone's undressed me since I was a baby, and it felt like it had been too long.

"Oh, by the saints," I mumbled when his lips part to finally let me breathe.

"You are so fucking sexy," he sighed back, stroking a hand through my curly hair. His human dirty talk sent a shudder all the way down my relatively tiny body as I let the giant boy grope and kiss me. He squeezed around the base of my breasts until they were bigger and more sensitive than ever, just to start kissing my little Hershey kiss nipples at the top. I barely remember the huge moan that I made that was practically a shout, but that just made him start to suck them even firmer and quicker. They're not used to getting this much attention beyond bumping into people in the halls or the occasional pitying look.

"Oh, holly day! Oh ffffiggy!" My whispered curses started getting louder as they turn into cries. I couldn't sit still as his hand went down to my skirt and rubbed over my soft, dark thighs. I couldn't remember the last time I had closed my mouth as I just kept staring at him, or the ceiling when I just felt too weak to tilt my head. I had never felt anything like it as he rubbed right where my striped stockings ended and my panties started (the ones with the little pink ribbon on the front, thank saints).

"You alright, sexy?" he asked me gently. I nodded so hard my earrings jingle, which got him to smile again. I had to think how sexy that smile looked as he lifted my skirt and started kissing around my crotch. I made this huge groan when his lips and hot breath pushed against my panties, and I have to clap a hand over my mouth when I realize how loud I was.

"Goddamn, you're horny," Ty mused with an smile just beneath my skirt. His amused look just keeps making me blush harder and get even more turned on. "You've got to be crazy wound up if you're as straight lace as everybody says."

"Quit teasing, you jerk," I grumble as my heels dig against the bedspread. "I can't take it!"

"Okay, okay. I'll open my present early and treat that pussy right."

I'm learning more and more that human dirty talk is such a turn on for me. Every time he used those strong, low curse words in his heavy human voice it just makes my entire bottom half throb. He soon had me undressed, kissing the bald space around my wet and waiting hole a bit before he lifted up my legs. He steadied a hand one one of my oversized (and apparently attractive) boobs and slid out of his pants.

Dotty and Cherry weren't kidding. Humans are HUGE! It's almost half as big as my arm, and I was too in the moment to ask the obvious question: how in the holly jolly Christmas was that going to fit inside of me?! It's this warm, red-pink color compared to my dark skin, and I love how it looks when it comes out and brushes against my darker thighs. My toes curled with excitement and I caught myself biting my lip as he finally leaned over me and dipped his cane inside me.

It's sort of this awesome feeling like a numbing heat when he's inside me. There was a lot of shifting between us for comfort, but the head got right in there. My eyes and mouth went wider than ever, but the only sound I could make was this little squeak. "You alright?" Ty asked again, but his face had this distant look of euphoria.

"Don't stop, stupid," I gasped as if I had forgotten to breathe (I had) ever since he got inside me. He starts to bump in and out, and it's a short trip but he pushes above and beyond. He couldn't go in too deep at first, but I don't need very much. Plus the extra bit of push makes me scoot up the bed before we both go sliding back into position and it feels like he's making love to my entire body.

"How's it feel?" he pried as he finally leaned down low enough to kiss by my ear.

"Like... like my… um…." I mumbled, clumsily rubbing one of my boobs while I stared up at him. It felt like I could feel his own pounding heartbeat inside me on top of my own. "What did you call it? My sweetiepie...?" I patted the space right between my crotch and belly, not wanting to disturb whatever wonderful magic he was doing.

"Pussy," he said with another of those slow, knowing smiles that makes me shudder along with his filthy word.

"It's like my p... pussy is going to burst and I don't care!" I shut my eyes and hold my breath again, as if I'm waiting to explode for using such a filthy word. Nothing cames to smite me for it, so I let out my breath in this high moan.

"It's such a good pussy too," he moaned to me. "You're so smooth and tight. And those big sexy tits. You're such a good little slut."

The words sort of echo inside my head, spurring on my already wild arousal. I gave a needy whining noise as my legs squeezed against his thighs. I saw that smile again. That coy look like he knows just what to do, and at this rate I'm ready to believe that he does. "Roll over," he said as he pulled out of me with a wet and noisy pop. "If this works, I think you'll like it."

I get on my belly (and tits get in the way again) as I stick my little brown butt up in the air for him. He gives my... er... ass a smack that gets another little cry from me, and I need to remember to ask him to do that again some day. Instead of repeating it, he fixes his hands under my thighs and lifts me up. I yelp and flail until I fall backward, landing my back on his chest as he holds me naked in front of him, my chubby thighs all spread out and the air brushing against my unprotected pussy.

"Oh penguin poop!" I gasped, but he starts to lower me. I could feel the sweat of his chest and my back make the transition easier. Of course, he ended up landing my pussy right on his stocking stuffer, and this time is even more wild. My mouth dropped so wide open that when he first thrusts, I drooled all over my tits with this wordless grunt. I'm basically impaled on his human stuffer, held up by nothing but his strong arms and that giant shaft of his.

"That feel good, munchkin slut?" he whispered in my ear as he sat on the bed. He left me suspended off the ground so my chubby figure had no choice but to bounce on his member. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I reached behind me to hold onto his neck. He kept bouncing me with pushes on my thighs, but his hands wandered up to my boobs and hold me up by them instead. I left my lower half to bounce even more aggressively on him, and I felt his giant human dingaling go even deeper into me until it's just about crushing my Christmas tree light. I had this little bit of echo going as every time he pumped it into me, it hit so hard that my jingle bell earrings rang in my lobes.

"It's so fucking good!" I blurted out. He gave this low chuckle that makes his huge muscles tense and his member flex inside me.

"You like human dick, don't you? Huh, you little Santa slut?" I felt like I was hyperventilating at that point as he figured out my weak spot to dirty talk whispered right into my pointy ears. He’s pounding me so hard from behind that I can barely think. I’m just stuffed so full that it feels like he’s stuck his way through my pussy and into my stomach. My boobs are bouncing like crazy in his hands while my little sleigh bells keep chiming in my ears like the soundtrack to my first orgasm, reminding me of how hard and deep he’s plowing me. I could only groan at first before I start going off; like at the party, but worse and for the opposite reasons. It just felt so good to let it all out.

"YES! FUCK YES!" I sputtered in a pleading cry. "Fucking wreck my pussy, Ty! Fill me up with your Christmas cheer when you stuff my stocking! Make my big brown titties bounce with that monster cock! I need that giant dirty dick of yours! Fuck me hard! Fuck me crazy, you dirty son of a bitch! Empty those chestnuts, squirt your tinsel up my chimney and make me pop! Make me into your ho ho ho! I need... I need to cum... so... so fucking naughtyyyy EEEEEE!!"

So... I might have been a little drunk. I was also in a vulnerable position after the outburst, but I wouldn't say he forced himself on me at all. It was also my first time, not that it would be our last. But that outburst sounded like just what he wanted; me cutting loose and loving his dick. He came inside me right there, which got the real squeal out of me. I have no idea where human girls put it all, because I was overflowing in a second. There was white running down my thighs and his shaft all the way to my toes. He had buried himself all the way inside me in a way that I'll never be able to explain without a physics book and an anatomy chart, and he squeezed my tits so hard he was pinching my nipples like a pair of vices. That feeling of hot liquid cheer hitting my clit while he squeezed me so tight make me let out this huge, husky grunt (as deep as a little elf like me can get) while I had my own shaky orgasm. It wasn't half as messy as his, but I let out this tiny squeak before I collapsed back against him.

We both flopped back into the bed in the afterglow. I didn't know what to say, so I just grab his face and kept kissing him for a while. He seemed fine with that, if a little more tired than I was and slower to keep up with all the smooches. I’m pretty sure I told him it was great, but I might have just been mumbling because I passed out a few minutes later from sheer exhaustion. I remember he picked me up before I blacked out, but that’s about it. 

He had really put me through the wringer, or put it through me. I woke up sleeping on one of his pillows with a blanket over my back. He was cleaning up in his boxers nearby, and damn do humans look fine like that.

“That good, huh?” he asked me.

“Ho ho hoooo yea,” I groaned as I stretched out. I give a little burp that tastes like beer and party cake, but he laughs at that too.

“You are too fucking cute. You know that, sugarplum?” Ty said as he came over and rubbed a hand through my curls. Maybe it's those big strong fingers, but that feels so good. I’m already wondering where he could put his various big parts on and in me after just waking up. 

“And you’ve got a dirty mouth,” I chuckled. “Good thing I love that.”

I was out of it for a little while, and I still am once we're done screwing around. I think it's my body getting confused, because having a human pull out literally takes a lot out of me. It's like my body wondered where that giant piece of meat that was inside of me went. Tyler came back over and curled up with me, spooning me so I feel that big hand on my chest and his hardon against my ass. My body seemed to accept cuddles instead of another go at taste of human dick, so I just hugged his arm and snuggle up to doze off again.

Naturally, Ty and I spend a lot of time together off of work now; it's a mix of dates and what humans call "booty calls." The other girls find out pretty quickly what we're up to, but they just seem jealous or happy for me rather than accusing. It sounds like half of them were planning to try the same thing I just stumbled across. I'd checked in with HR recently, and they assured me that they probably won't be hiring any more humans to the staff. It would just take too many changes to the work areas. That's just fine with me, because I only need one human around to fuck me right and love my short little curves.