The Right Work
 
 
Human beings believed all sorts of silly things.
 
 
They thought reality was fully knowable in a way that could be readily proven and replicated. They also thought that only the things they could experience in some way were the things that existed. And that, when most would never have the education to take what their so-called scientists said on anything but faith.
 
 
Things hadn’t always been that way, of course, but humankind had always erred on the side of things they could readily control. Hazel didn’t blame them for that, honestly: Fae Elves were much the same way.
 
 
Especially the Christmas kind.
 
 
What she could not forgive, what she could not even understand, was why anyone, ANYWHERE, thought that Santa Claus was a jolly fat man with a white bushy beard.
 
 
Did she say that human beings believed silly things? Apologies, she meant to say that they believed absolutely idiotic things.
 
 
Even if Hazel hadn’t been one of Santa’s by blows, one of her many half-elf daughters, she had absolutely no idea how anyone mistook her infamous mother for what she was.
 
 
Fat? Mrs. Clause’s stomach was as flat as a board…. though admittedly that was variable as she’d brought to term many different new species of intelligent jangle-brained idiots. That was the only excusable mistake, however.
 
 
Man? Hazel’s mother had a rack whose combined breast weighed probably weighed half as much as all of Hazel herself. And Hazel’s tits were just short of being watermelons themselves! Hazel’s ass and hips, too, were large enough that she was as wide as she was tall…but then, at 4 feet of height, that probably wasn’t a lot, but still!
 
 
Mrs. Claus’ own lower body still put hers to shame, being as bottom-heavy as she was top-heavy. Those poor bestial sisters of hers pulling the sled had a literal back-breaking labor BEFORE the hyperspace bag with literal billions of gifts figured into it. That was how packed full of feminine flesh her mother was!
 
 
…though, again, to be fair to the humans, Mrs. Clause DID pack huge male genitals inside of her frilly underwear. It even had a nickname, to Hazel’s chagrin, in the North Pole.
 
 
As in, literally, it was called the North Pole.
 
 
So maybe the many-sex reality of her mother confused them a bit. She supposed it couldn’t be helped.
 
 
But the beard? Mrs. Clause had short white hair. That was all she had! Where did the white beard come from? Imbeciles.
 
 
Oh, but none of these mistakes were as bad as the first one they always made.
 
 
Jolly.
 
 
Good Christmas Spirits, why did they think she was jolly?
 
 
Oh, Hazel’s mother always seemed happy no matter what, that was true enough.
 
 
But they were speaking of the world’s cruelest tyrant.
 
 
She would deny work references to other workshops in the wild fae with that happy smile.
 
 
She would keep them from working for much of the year, and only expected them to crunch like bastards creating modern toys and equipment the last months leading up to Christmas!
 
 
It was said that Christmas Elves once tried to Unionise.
 
 
Once.
 
 
Many doubted the legend, but Hazel knew it to be true because that was how she came to be conceived.
 
 
The leaders of the union went into private talks with Santa…and came out 9 months later with heavy pregnant stomachs, looking as though they hadn’t rested in all that time. They barely crawled out of Santa’s office and, with a sweet smile, told all the other Elves that there would be no deals:
 
 
Hours wouldn’t be doubled.
 
 
Penalties wouldn’t be harsher.
 
 
Except, of course, for the leaders who had gone in to negotiate.
 
 
Everyone else effectively had to go eat yellow snow.
 
 
Traitors, the other elves called Hazel’s mother. THEY wanted the soul-crushing work that their so-called leaders were now enjoying.
 
 
Fools!, elves like her mother revealed their cards broken elves before they fainted into week-long sleep.
 
 
Maybe, if they hadn’t awoken just in time to go without much food or rest as they tried to get all the toys made things would have been different. Maybe, it would have been enough for the other elves to feel as though they had some payback.
 
 
But, of course, Hazel’s magical human mother had it all coldly planned out. The traitor elves woke up.
 
 
The traitor elves worked as much as they wanted.
 
 
The traitor elves were not FORCED to rest and “socialize for their mental health” like the rest, no. Oh no, these ones could work until they literally collapsed from exhaustion. Again.
 
 
These ones could work even if it meant miscarring the half-elves they were carrying.
 
 
These ones could work even AS THEY WERE GIVING BIRTH!
 
 
It was the most blatant display of power a Christmas Spirit like Hazel’s mother had ever displayed, and none of the other Elves ever forgot it.
 
 
Now Hazel had to deal with the aftermath.
 
 
“How is that sis?” a huge reindeer bent over in front of her.
 
 
Renate, or as Hazel liked to call her, Rude, was one of the many reindeer girls that populated Santa’s stable. The reindeer herds that Mrs. Clause had originally taken and blasted with magic until their very chromosomes warped were no longer around. What came after, vreatures capable of faster than light travel, required them to turn into Christmas mutants. But even then, Rude was separated from even those by one more step.
 
 
Because Hazel’s mother had taken a liking to their male reindeer folk and, well…the herds were full of Santa’s descendants now.
 
 
Rude, however, was special even then. One of those girls who stood on top of others like froth in a hot cup of chocolate.
 
 
She showed her good breeding on her height, being 7 feet high. She showed it on her body, having bulky biceps, shoulders and back. She showed it on her meaty thighs and huge muscled ass.
 
 
Her feminine assets were top-notch, with her breasts being as big as Hazel’s…. although on her frame, they just looked average.
 
 
She showed it on her hips, which were as wide about as much as Hazel was tall.
 
 
She showed it on her futa dick, the truest proof that she was a Claus daughter.
 
 
Right now, it was inside a small sheath that didn’t come out very far from her crotch, but her furry balls were slushy orbs that also could claim to have a ridiculous size.
 
 
But above all….there was her red nose.
 
 
For she was a descendant of the legendary Rudolph.
 
 
And that….that made up for so much.
 
 
And right now, she was showing Hazel, the useless half-elf, her ass.
 
 
“Doesn’t it look good shaven?” the huge girl asked Hazel as if she weren’t spreading buttcheeks and allowing Hazel to see her O-ring! “Everyone says that they hate seeing hairs there. Bah, as if we didn’t have hairs everywhere!”
 
 
Hazel would love to say that this was the very first time she’d had to do this but…no.
 
 
More than any other girl, even those in the herd, Rude liked to pick on Hazel and get her opinion on everything.
 
 
As if the musky smell coming out of her testicles and ass were nothing to the half-elf!
 
 
“It’s…cute,” Hazel bit her blonde follicles, which she inherited from her elven mother, as the heat seemed to radiate from the anus in front of her.
 
 
“Isn’t it?” now Rude’s leaf-shaped tail started to wag, as if she were a dog!
 
 
Thankfully, she let go of her ass cheeks after that.
 
 
They closed with a loud “whap”.
 
 
“Now, I’ve shown you my pubes and I’ve let you feel the weigh of my tits,” Hazel’s sister went over as if Hazel had forgotten, “Is there anything else?”
 
 
Ever since they were kids, they had been like this.
 
 
From the first time Hazel had met Rude when they were little girls, the reindeer had always had a slight streak of pride that constantly had her seek Hazel for validation. It started innocently enough, of course, but over the years Hazel had less and less things to say about her hair, her eyes and her body.
 
 
So now here they were, talking about Rude’s sex organs.
 
 
“Why do you do this to me?” not for the first time, Hazel whined.
 
 
“Because you never have anything to say about anything!” Rude groaned, “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get close to you?”
 
 
“Why do you even want to get close to me, anyway?” Hazel groaned, “You are so cool and festive! But me?”
 
 
“I am just a useless runt,” she said as she looked away.
 
 
All of this came off as a cruel joke, the sort her more powerful mother made.
 
 
Then again, if not her reindeer sister, who would she even talk to? The other half-elves who weren’t good at making toys had dissapeared long ago.
 
 
But not her.
 
 
Never her.
 
 
Rude was staring at her as if she were stupid, which broke Hazel out of her funk.
 
 
“Do you really not know what I am trying to-” Rude began to ask.
 
 
“Rejoice, everyone!” a preppy voice called out, “Break’s over, we can finally return to work!”
 
 
Hazel sighed, “Well, that’s my daily 1 hour.”
 
 
“Hope you succeed, sis,” she smiled at her reindeer half-sister…for all half a second before her eyes veered down, “Ah, you should take care of that.”
 
 
Rude’s human cock was starting to come out of her sheath, pre-cum already bubbling in it. It was a foot and a half of breeding meat that was very hard to ignore. So, instead of letting her embarrass herself, Hazel pointed it out.
 
 
Never mind that it made her feel tingly and the one time she actually tried to “examine it” she felt high for half a day.
 
 
Her sister had some very strong pheromones.
 
 
“-we are going to have a talk later,” Rude begrudgingly said, “I am tired of being subtle.”
 
 
“Whatever you say,” Hazel shrugged as she went back into Factory #4, “But I’ll be honest, fashion escapes me.”
 
 
Funny then, that she worked in the doll-making department.
 
 
A Christmas Elf Factory wasn’t just like any other human factory in the world. Despite making ostensibly the same product every time, every toy, dress and piece of fabric that came into their hands had subtle touches that made their dolls infinitely better than any made through human means. Even the silicon chips they made, and the low level Artificial Intelligence that they had to handcraft into the damn thing every single time, carried with it their artistry. This year, they were making wifi-capable ones and that…
 
 
That was proving to be the shameful extent of Hazel’s skill.
 
 
“Oh?” an old-time Elf gleefully shackled himself next to her, “I would have thought you would have extended your break for a bit.”
 
 
“You know that’s allowed, right?” he sneered because he was an actual full Elf. Because he could make good on what Mrs. Clause needed from them, “If you like, I know somebody who can take care of your work-”
 
 
“Stay in your lane, Beenbeen,” Hazel growled as she shackled herself to her line. The second the irons went around her wrist, she felt a huge amount of relief because no one would be stealing her spot now, “I am managing my workload!”
 
 
“Oh, but how long?” he chuckled, knowing that she was barely keeping up, “Hope you are ready for what comes after.”
 
 
“I will be,” Hazel furiously nodded.
 
 
She wasn’t.
 
 
It happened during the 14th hour.
 
 
She missed a single stab of her magnetized needle as she was programming the wafer board of her seven-hundredth doll that day. Instead of saying “Merry Christmas” it suddenly called out “Happy Holidays.”
 
 
The sheer horror stopped everyone in the line
 
 
And then, immediately, the com system called out:
 
 
“Miss Hazel Clause…please report to the Big Lady.”
 
 
“Well, well, well,” Beenbeen laughed.
 
 
His laughter was joined by everyone else in the line, “Seems like this is the end?”
 
 
“But worry not, I am sure you’ll do just fine,” the elf mockingly waved at her as Hazel’s cuffs magically opened themselves.
 
 
And her seat threw her off.
 
 
“Happy holidays!” he called out as Hazel despondently walked to her ex-human mother’s office.
 
 
Such a stupid mistake. Such a needless error!
 
 
But then…they were right.
 
 
Her human half made her a failure of an elf.
 
 
The office of Santa, the most powerful employer of fae elves anywhere, was but a short 2 mile walk through ice and frost. Once upon a time, it was said that it was just another building across the factories, but her ancestors considered that thoughtless convienience. Hence, the long walk.
 
 
Sigh, she wished she was in a state of mind to enjoy it.
 
 
“Santa called for me,” Hazel opened the door to Santa’s office and, yep, her elf mother was the secretary.
 
 
“Hello, honey,” she happily waved at her, “Oh, I did not expect to meet you for another half year. This is joyous indeed!”
 
 
Supposedly, Mrs. Clause knocked her up every few years but Hazel wouldn’t know; all her full-blooded siblings were immediately assigned to the new factories raised to deal with the ever-expanding demand for toys.
 
 
As it was, people thought that Hazel got her spot in one of the old factories due to nepotism.
 
 
“Happy tidings, Mom,” Hazel replied.
 
 
“Look at you! You lasted more than I thought you would honey,” Hazel’s mother laughed, “None of your sisters lasted as long in the old factories, did they? But, well, now it’s your turn.”
 
 
“...am I getting fired?” Hazel softly asked.
 
 
Her mother smiled, “Step through there and ask your mother, love.”
 
 
Hazel did.
 
 
“Hazel Clause,” a 5 foot 6-inch white-haired woman in a felt red suit nonchalantly said the second Hazel stepped in, “My 8th daughter to my…”
 
 
She snapped her fingers, “-my secretary right.”
 
 
She was wearing glasses, her eyes as blue as Hazel and Rude’s were. There was an old and ancient intelligence shining behind them. They were looking down at Hazel.
 
 
No, they were looking through her.
 
 
“It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?” she chuckled, her red lips stretching.
 
 
“You last saw me 20 years ago,” Hazel swallowed. She had been 2 years old at the time. The memory of the magic that her futa mother seemed to exude had been etched into her brain.
 
 
“You were such a cute baby,” her mother cooed, “But, ah, there is little time for reminiscing, I am afraid. Do you know why I called you up?”
 
 
“You are going to fire me,” Hazel swallowed.
 
 
Her mother gave her an annoyed look.
 
 
“T-that’s, I messed up a doll!” Hazel cried.
 
 
“You elves…” her futa mother sighed and took her glasses off to rub her nose, “Yes, I am aware of that. No, that’s not why you are here.”
 
 
“It’s not?” Hazel gasped.
 
 
“You are being reassigned,” her mother told her.
 
 
That was…huh.
 
 
The nepotism was real, it seemed.
 
 
It had happened to all her siblings and now that Hazel had fucked up, it was her turn.
 
 
“Thank you Mother,” Hazel said from the bottom of her heart even though she didn’t deserve it.
 
 
“You are going to be a present,” Mrs. Clause grunted.
 
 
And THAT brought Hazel short.
 
 
“I…guess I still screwed up,” Hazel replied.
 
 
Fae elves had to have a contract to be able to work for Santa Claus. The contract, point in fact, what made them Christmas Elves.
 
 
Santa’s daughters? They did not need such things.
 
 
Instead of paying whatever price the elves lining up to work for Hazel’s mother asked for, Mrs. Clause could just have half-elves like Hazel do it for free instead. The sheer utility that they had in the industry was the sole thing that kept the full-blooded elves from complaining too much. But that did not mean they didn’t still complain.
 
 
So, as to keep morale high, from time to time, Santa would have one of her daughters reassigned.
 
 
But just because she needed to move them around, didn’t mean that she wanted them working for her. Hence, they could get turned into Gifts.
 
 
Essentially, Hazel was going to belong to someone else.
 
 
“Will they at least have things for me to do?” Hazel asked with what little hope she had.
 
 
“It’s never the slavery that bothers any of you,” Mrs. Claus muttered under her breath. Then, more loudly, “You’ll be working a good amount of the day, day after day, save for perhaps one day a year.”
 
 
“Really?” Hazel gasped again.
 
 
“Really,” Mrs. Claus replied.
 
 
She couldn’t believe, for the first time in a long time, Hazel was feeling…hopeful.
 
 
Elated, even.
 
 
However-
 
 
“Ah, might I ask for a favor?” Hazel begged.
 
 
“Huh,” her futa mother blinked, “This is new. Go ahead.”
 
 
“One my sisters- a reindeer one,” she clarified, “Is my one and only friend. My best friend, honestly.”
 
 
“She wanted to talk to me and I, well, won’t be able to, see?” Hazel said.
 
 
“If she asks for me…do you mind telling her that I said goodbye?” Hazel asked.
 
 
Her mother looked at her for a few moments.
 
 
Then she shook her head, “No.”
 
 
“Well, I had to try,” Hazel took a deep breath.
 
 
“I had to…try.”
 
 
She felt tears welling up in her eyes, the thought of never seeing her cool younger sister ever again stabbing at her heart. How strange that the thought hurt so much when she had considered it a bother for so long.
 
 
And then her sire was in front of her, kissing her in the brow.
 
 
“Just wait, dear,” she snapped her fingers and Hazel’s clothes disappeared.
 
 
They stopped existing only to be replaced with ribbons that barely covered her nipples and went down through her crotch like a g-string, “Christmas is but a few weeks away.”
 
 
“Ok?” Hazel tilted her head at how irrelevant that now was, but her world was quickly locked into five cardboard walls.
 
 
Only the ceiling was opened and Hazel realized that she was inside of a gift box now.
 
 
“Just wait,” her sire assured her again as she placed a lid on top of her, blocking the world from her senses.
 
 
Hazel felt her mind slow down and her thoughts slide into the unknown. She felt her body not feel anything, a strange contrasting emotion that was only lasting all but a few seconds.
 
 
Seconds.
 
 
It was all lasting the same few seeeecoooon-
 
 
“Surprise!” the voice of her futa mother called out and Hazel bleerly blinked as she stood up and found that the box she had been in didn’t reach her ankles.
 
 
Christmas magic was everywhere in the North Pole, but her mother’s use of it was outstanding.
 
 
“It’s this it?” Hazel asked as everything came into frame, “Is this where I-Rude?”
 
 
They were in her sister’s room, a cozy cave furnished with wooden walls and central heating. Hazel had been here many times before, trying to make time pass in the months when she had nothing to do. Rather than kick her out and invite someone else, her sister had always been happy to have her there.
 
 
And here she was again.
 
 
“Hazel?” the reindeer girl asked, a gold medal displayed proudly in between her breasts.
 
 
It was a proclamation of excellence, a reward to show which reindeer had been the most valuable in this year's run.
 
 
No reindeer, anthro or otherwise, wore clothes. But this? This medal? They gladly bore.
 
 
So it was true.
 
 
It was Christmas day.
 
 
And Hazel….
 
 
“I am your gift?” she gasped as she pointed at her gigantic sister.
 
 
Rude seemed as shocked as she was, but not shocked enough to keep her eyes from roaming all over Hazel’s body.
 
 
From the golden locks of her hair to the blue eyes they shared. To her small nose, to the red lips Hazel had inherited from her futa mother. From her huge tits, to the swell of her hips and ass.
 
 
Rude did not linger on how her nipples protruded against the ribbons holding them, nor how Hazel’s pussy camel-toed into the ribbon going through there.
 
 
Because Rude was eating ALL of her up.
 
 
And then, to Hazel’s further shock, her sister’s cock woke up.
 
 
Her human shaped dick extended from her furry sheath, thick veins pulsing as the eyes of the reindeer girl watched her.
 
 
Her eyes…Her eyes-
 
 
“You are happy to accept me?” Hazel couldn’t believe it.
 
 
That stopped the hungry look Rude was giving her, only to make her frown.
 
 
“I have never failed to find a use for any of my children,” their mother, who was still in the room, proudly said, “Honestly, I need to expand the reindeer herds if I want to keep up with my deliveries in the future and making you Renate’s baby crafting machine was a good idea as any.”
 
 
“What? Me?” Hazel still couldn’t believe it, “But what does Rude…think…”
 
 
Saliva was starting to fall from her sister’s mouth.
 
 
“Do you actually like me?” Hazel peeped.
 
 
So Rude bent down, lifted Hazel’s chin up, and then smashed the loving cheer out of their lips. The sister she had always looked up to, the cool gal who could draw whichever friends she wanted, wanted Hazel as her.
 
 
As for her…
 
 
Ooooh, Hazel had another job~
 
 
“I’ve always loved you,” Renate happily admitted.
 
 
“I knew it!” their mother whooped.
 
 
“That is, please ignore me,” she cleared her throat when they looked at her, “Make do with the incest.”
 
 
And then she reached into her pants…and took out a white foot-long cock, “I’ve been waiting.”
 
 
Hazel grimaced: the thought of their mother seeing her get intimate wasn’t particularly nice, especially when she was masturbating while she was at it!
 
 
But two furry hands gripped her thighs and raised her into the air.
 
 
“Don’t mind if I do,” Renate licked her lips as she made Hazel do a split, revealing her genital slit.
 
 
“Right, you l-love me,” Hazel hesitatingly said, still shocked by it, “And this is…my job.”
 
 
Oh, Christmas Spirits, that sounded so good!
 
 
“Do you love me too?” Renate stopped pursuing her lips, her tone indicating that she already knew Hazel didn’t.
 
 
All the same, her mushroom head pressed against Hazel’s pussy.
 
 
Hazel looked at the big great futa reindeer in front of her.
 
 
“I-I can learn to,” Hazel honestly said.
 
 
“But if it helps….I think you are really, really hot.”
 
 
That did it.
 
 
“Oh, fuck, that’s brutal!” their mother laughed as a reindeer girl that weighed half a ton pulled Hazel into her cock.
 
 
A cock that was as wide at its base as Hazel’s thighs were.
 
 
Now, Christmas elves were durable and they sort of needed to be if they wanted to enjoy their work despite any industrial accident that may happen. Part of that endurance, though, was simply just being really, reeeeally flexible.
 
 
Hazel’s stomach doubled in size as the futa cock stuffed her vagina like a meat stocking. Her glans violated the nerve endings inside Hazel’s reproductive tunnel with the delicious drag of her spongey head so well that Hazel opened her mouth and nothing came out.
 
 
She had attempted to scream out the sudden spike of pleasure that her tiny body felt as it was thoroughly stuffed. But she couldn’t.
 
 
It just felt too good.
 
 
“This is everything I imagined!” Renate moaned as her glans hit Hazel’s womb and, for a single moment, Hazel’s stopped at the midpoint of her shaft.
 
 
“You stuffy dumb fool,” she then growled as the grip on Hazel’s thighs got tight, “Do you have any idea for how long I’ve been trying to seduce you?”
 
 
With the action briefly stopped, Hazel finally found words, “I-I am soowy!”
 
 
“I even showed you my butt crack!” Renate said, ‘What did you think that meant?”
 
 
“I-I am useless like that,” Hazel sadly said.
 
 
Renate looked her in the eye for a few moments.
 
 
Before she pulled her ALL the way inside of her cock.
 
 
“You are so. Fucking. CUTE,” Renate moaned as Hazel’s cervix wisely decided to simply stretch around the futa sister’s glans. This allowed the spongey head to smack into the end of Hazel’s uterus.
 
 
And it allowed it to expand it out into her stomach, Renate’s cock making a huge distention in Hazel’s belly in the shape of her cock.
 
 
This is sort of sex would have been dangerous to a normal non-magical mortal. But half-elf or not, one of Hazel’s mothers was THE Saint Nicole.
 
 
All this extreme affection meant was that Hazel somehow found herself able to voice her thoughts.
 
 
“FUUUUCK!” she said the first vulgarity of her life. In front of her mother too, no less.
 
 
But instead of banishing her like she ought, Mrs. Claus just increased her stroke as Renate pulled back.
 
 
And slammed her cock into Hazel again.
 
 
“This is why it was worth waiting,” Renate furiously said, her face red with arousal and adoration, “Every single thing you do is so cute. So adorable.”
 
 
Even as she slammed herself into Hazel’s small body, as she ruined her for any other match, the reindeer’s eagerness only seemed to increase.
 
 
With deed and word, she was working herself up.
 
 
“You always try so hard even when you don't accomplish anything,” Renate hotly said, “You always let me push you around and do what I want.”
 
 
“You are so-so-so-soooo-”
 
 
“Ooooh, won’t you be my baby mama!” Renate moaned as she thrust one last time.
 
 
Her huge balls clenched.
 
 
And, Hazel shuttered as she felt the first hot touch of warm sperm hit her womb.
 
 
“YES!” Hazel screamed. Thick futa seed packed her uterus to the point where it was starting to backwash into her sister’s crotch. But the pressure and volume were so high that her stomach, just like before, expanded out.
 
 
She felt her body obey her new and hopefully permanent role.
 
 
She felt ovum be spat out into the sea of her sister’s ejaculate.
 
 
“PLEASE,” she happily orgasmed even as her uterus inflated with sperm. Even as this in turn inflated her stomach to the point that she wasn’t able to see her sister’s dick anymore.
 
 
“LET ME MAKE YOUR BABIES!” she shuttered in her sister’s grasp, feeling her ovum promptly get ganged upon by weird reindeer/human sperm and get fertilized.
 
 
“I’LL DO IT SOOO GOOD!” her orgasm deepened as she felt the nucleus of her ovum split and start to form the product of her work. What she owed her beautiful sister: their daughter.
 
 
“Inbreed some more!” their mother moaned as she shot her seed into the air, joining them as Renate filled impregnated Hazel.
 
 
And as Hazel’s reached out through her inflated stomach.
 
 
And hugged her sister.
 
 
—-------------------------------
 
 
“The North Pole ain’t what it used to be,” an elf grumbled as Hazel passed by. He said it loud enough for Hazel to hear, so she knew it was intentional, “It didn’t used to be so full of nepotism.”
 
 
Summer was ending and fall was starting. This should have been a good time by anyone’s standards as work was just around the corner after all. But of course, envy didn’t let some enjoy the good times.
 
 
Because, at 7 months of pregnancy, Hazel had essentially been working on developing her lovely sister owner’s child.
 
 
7 months of work, day after day, night after night, with no respite save what she’ll get in 3 months.
 
 
As far as any Elf was concerned, Hazel was in heaven.
 
 
And they were right.
 
 
Bolstered by the envy of her full-blooded fellows, Hazel skipped…well, no, she tried to skip, but she just sort of bobbed up and down as she walked.
 
 
Her stomach, after all, was just as big as she was.
 
 
Her daughter appeared to take after her futa reindeer mama, and that meant that she had grown to a ludicrous size inside of Hazel.
 
 
So Hazel bobbed up and down as she went to the famous North Pole stables.
 
 
The musk and smell of randy reindeer made her sweat, of course. But as she made her way through a whole lot of bestial flesh, for her eyes were only for a single big futa girl there.
 
 
“Brood mother Elf Hazel, reporting for duty!” she stepped up to the winner of last year's MVP medal and saluted.
 
 
“...just a simple ‘hi and how are you’ is enough hon,” Renate said.
 
 
“Rude,” Hazel’s nose scrunched, “But I think I’ll ignore it if you don’t get in the way of my work, sis.”
 
 
“What happened to my nice submissive sis?” Renate wondered.
 
 
“She turned into your confident reproductive elf model,” Hazel’s eyes slanted, “Now, are you going to stop getting in the way of my job?”
 
 
Renate looked at her for a moment.
 
 
Then she was on top of Hazel, pushing her back to the ground.
 
 
“Oh, this side of you is soooo hot too!” Renate huffed steam out of her nostrils.
 
 
Her cock was already pushing into Hazel’s slit, making it expand around her glans even as her mouth started kissing Hazel’s neck.
 
 
The reindeer took care to not put too much weight on her sister’s belly, but it was kind of laughable.
 
 
Hazel was not in a stable period.
 
 
But then, what good would she be as a broodmother if her sister-owner couldn’t still fuck her even then?
 
 
“You feel so GOOD!” Renate moaned as her mushroom head quickly crashed into Hazel’s sealed cervix…but was turned aside. Instead, her cock expanded Hazel’s vagina out, making a pole hug her extremely gravid stomach.
 
 
“I’ve been doing Kegel exercises,” Hazel smugly moaned, “How does THIS feel?”
 
 
Then she clenched her pussy as much as she could.
 
 
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Renate, in just her second thrust, was already pressing as deep as she could into her reproductive elf, “I am cumming!”
 
 
“Yesss,” Hazel moaned too as the satisfaction of a job well done combined with the feel of being fucked by such a bestial sister, “Give me all you got!”
 
 
Hazel considered showing satisfaction towards her work to be something she couldn’t be ashamed of, so she did not bother hiding her indecent orgasm in front of all the other reindeer there.
 
 
“Oh, shit,” Renate moaned as she popped her cock out of her elf sister, “This ‘sex schedule’ you keep is ridiculous but-”
 
 
“-I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot.”
 
 
In the end, being Renate’s mandated baby mama turned out to be more of a management role on Hazel’s part. Yes, she created children. Yes, she sexually satisfied her sister. But to maximize their efforts, Hazel needed to change their diets, and even overlook her owner’s exercise. All just so they could engage in as many reproductive activities as they could.
 
 
Hence, the schedule.
 
 
They would be due for another fuck in about, hmmm, 3 hours.
 
 
But Hazel wasn’t blind.
 
 
She saw it in her sister’s eyes.
 
 
“...thank you for appreciating it,” she softly told her reindeer futa sibling.
 
 
Her sister not only had patience with her, but she liked what Hazel attempted.
 
 
She well and truly appreciated her for what she was.
 
 
“Why wouldn’t I?” Renate easily scooped Hazel into her arms and carried her over to a bench in a bridal carry, “You are my woman.”
 
 
Hazel looked away.
 
 
“I think-” she blushed before she looked at her sister again.
 
 
“That I love you.”
 
 
The simple kiss that she gave her sibling, in turn, made her go completely red.