The Adult Toy Workshop

Sarah stared blankly into her refrigerator. Her mind drifted until the cold air permeated her sweatshirt, reminding her what she was doing. She grabbed the tube of cookie dough and shut the refrigerator door. Slicing the tube open with a knife, she peeled the wrapper back and took a large bite of the dough. She looked out the window to the outside courtyard, decorated in colorful Christmas lights.

"Merry fucking Christmas," she muttered under her breath. It was Christmas Eve 2020 and Sarah couldn't help but think of what she had been doing last year at this time. She had been celebrating with her parents, two sisters, their husbands and kids. It had been the first Christmas since breaking up with her boyfriend of five years. Although she was surrounded by family, she had never felt more alone.

Sarah couldn't help but laugh at how naive she had been. The loneliness she felt last year was nothing compared to the months of isolation that followed. She never could have imagined that she would miss an entire year of holidays, birthdays and family gatherings. Of course, she had been lucky compared to others. She was able to work from home and so far her loved ones had been safe. But the pandemic had still taken its toll on her. The resolve she felt in the beginning slowly faded as it was consumed by depression and frustration. It had been almost a year since she was even in the same room as her family, let alone hugged one of them.

Sarah took another bite of her cookie dough, set it on the counter and then wandered into her bedroom. She slid her yoga pants off, leaving them around her ankles and grabbed a small vibrator and tube of lubricant off the nightstand. Crawling into bed she squirt a small drop of lube onto her clit. She turned on the vibrator and stroked it over her sex, slowly rocking her hips. The steady hum of the vibrator soothed her, as pleasurable sensations radiated from the pulsing toy through her lower body. Her breathing accelerated, back arched and Sarah began to moan. As she felt her climax approaching the hum began to slow. The pulsing stopped and so did the pleasure. The vibrator had died.

"Of course," Sarah whined. She laid in bed exacerbated for a few minutes trying to decide what to do next. Slowly she climbed out of bed, pulled up her yoga pants and began rifling through her drawer, finally pulling out a charger and plugging in the vibrator. The effort it took just to do such a simple task felt exhausting.

Sarah fought the urge to collapse onto the floor, "What else can I do while this damn thing charges?" she wondered. She checked the time on her phone. "8:36...I guess we better go for a walk before it gets too late."

After getting dressed in her winter gear and mask she approached the front door of her apartment and instinctively reached for Bear's leash. As her fingers wrapped around the smooth nylon they quickly released and her hand fell to a ceramic paw impression on the side table below. She stroked the print, staring at the urn behind it. "I miss you big Bear," she whispered.

Overwhelming pain hit Sarah as she remembered that Bear was gone. She had put him down just a week before. Sarah moped back towards the kitchen, picking up the tube of cookie dough and taking another bite. She threw herself onto the couch, hanging her head. Thinking about her last moments with him she began to sob. The last kiss she had ever given him had to be through a surgical mask. Looking up, through tears her eyes focused on Bear's stocking hanging from the fireplace. Suddenly she remembered she had put a bag of Bear's favorite treats inside before he got sick. She had no use for them now.

Sarah took another bite of cookie dough, trying to chase the sadness away. It wasn't working. "I should go to the bagel bush," she thought. As she stood up, she threw the cookie dough on the coffee table. She retrieved the bag of treats from Bear's stocking and headed out into the cold, dark night.

As Sarah walked she ripped open the bag of treats. She stopped at a planter and placed a treat on the edge. Making her way through the city, she zigzagged through the streets leaving treats in flower pots, planters and bushes. Sarah wanted to make sure they were spaced out so as many dogs as possible could discover a special Christmas treat on their morning walks.

Finally, Sarah arrived at the bagel bush. Bear had discovered the bush on their very first walk when she moved into her apartment three years ago. He discovered a bagel inside and from then on, he always insisted on walking past and searching the bush for hidden treats. After the first six months, it still didn't matter that no more bagels had ever materialized in the bush...he still had to check. So Sarah started bringing treats with her and throwing them in the bush to feed his love of the magical bagel bush. After his first seizure he was diagnosed with a brain tumor, so she started taking bits of his favorite human food for him instead.

Sarah placed the last treat under the bagel bush. "I hope all the bushes are bagel bushes in heaven, sweet Bear," she whispered.

The bagel bush grew in front of a large train station in the heart of downtown. Sarah peered through the window of the station. The historic building had always seemed so grand and glamorous with its art deco features, but now the building sat empty. The high ceilings looked ominous and the contrast of the white and black marble looked cold and harsh.

A train whistle ratcheted through the thick silence that filled the air. Sarah was surprised trains were running this late on Christmas and she had never known any of them to have a whistle. She walked around the train station to investigate. A short train sat just outside the station with gleaming green lacquered paint and a brass roof. Sarah approached the train with intrigue. She had never seen a train like this before. A door swung open, revealing a luxurious interior. Sarah stepped inside to admire the intricate detail of the solid mahogany benches, which looked to be hand carved. She sat down and ran her hands over the deep red velvet that upholstered the seats. Brass accents adorned the walls and ceilings, offsetting the darkness of the benches and making the cabin feel light and cheerful. A sharp gust of wind blew the train door shut and the train lurched forward. Despite this, Sarah felt a sense of peace. The next train stop was just a few blocks away, so she planned to just get off there. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and her nose was filled with the aroma of cinnamon. Almost immediately, sleep overtook her.

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"Welcome to the North Pole!" Sarah was startled awake by a high pitched voice. Standing in front of her were two men and one woman. "I'm Ginger Wonderland, President of Santa's Adult Toy Workshop!" The woman exclaimed, "This is Crusty Bells, our Chief Adult Toymaker. And this is James McJinglepants, our resident expert on human culture and sexuality."

"What?" Sarah looked confused. All three of these people looked very strange. They were all under four feet tall.

"I know this is probably very surprising, but let me explain." Ginger replied, "We're all elves, which means we are immune to the coronavirus. We have brought you here to the North Pole for the evening. See, you were at the top of Santa's nice list and we know what a hard year you've had so we thought we'd give you a special treat...you get to test out some of the new adult toys we've been developing! Now hurry up, this way to the workshop!"

Ginger grabbed Sarah's hand and led her off the train into a spacious building. They walked through one of the many halls attached to the building. At the end of the hall were double doors that led into the adult toy workshop. The workshop was tastefully decorated in bright whites, dark reds, greens and golds. It was not like the childish looking elf workshops portrayed in the movies, but rather an understated and elegant design.

A door swung open and out rushed another elf, "Oh my Santa! Is this our lady human!? Tinker, come quick! Our scrumptious little human is here!"

Another elf came running through the open door, "Mmmm...look at her! She is a tasty little treat! But what are you wearing, little humanita!?"

Sarah looked down at her sweatshirt, covered in cheeto stains, "Um...these are my pajamas I guess."

"Well, we're going to polish you right up, like a shiny little Christmas ornament," the elf replied. He motioned for Sarah to come through the open door. "Step into our studio. We're going to get you all ready for your sexy night of fun."

Sarah followed the two elves into the room, leaving the other three elves behind as the door shut behind them.

"Now, my sloppy little Sarah, have a seat here," one of the elves motioned to a short, elf-sized chair. Sarah sat in the low chair, her knees almost coming to her chest. "So...I am Jangle Jinglehopper and this handsome hunk of gold over here is Tinker McTwinkle-VanTinkles."

"Oh stop...but don't, you naughty little elf." Tinker chuckled.

"We style the brightest stars here at the North Pole. So just relax and before you know it you'll be sultry Sarah!"

Jangle and Tinker quickly went to work styling her hair, painting her nails and doing her make-up.

"Oh...she's looking so good...like a mix between Holly Eggnogger and Miss Sassy Sugarlips!"

"Or like a young Coco O'Mittens!"

"Yes! And her luscious lips are giving me a Trixie Gumdrop vibe!"

"Totally! With the sophistication of our favorite Cookie VanToot!"

"Oh, I love Cookie! But I think Sarah needs her own little elf name! And I know just the one! But first you need to get dressed, my little humanette!" Tinker handed Sarah a red, see-through mini dress. "We'll wait for you in the workshop."

"Thank you," Sarah replied as the two elves exited the room. She put the dress on and discovered it left her breasts exposed. There were no panties to go with it and it barely covered her cheeks. In the mirror Sarah was amazed to see that in less than two minutes Tinker and Jangle had completely transformed her. Her dark brown hair fell in loose waves down her back. Her nails were a glistening red. Sarah smiled. She had forgotten how empowering it felt to look so sexy. As she opened the door into the workshop she took one last look at herself in the mirror.

"Presenting the North Pole's newest elf," Tinker shouted, "Miss Silverbell Sleigh!"

"Yes! Because she can slay all day in that outfit!" Jangle snapped his fingers.

"Ginger...can I please go to the Christmas party before they run out of gumdrop shots," Crusty grumbled.

"Go ahead. James, do you think you can handle it from here?" Ginger asked.

"Gladly," he replied, giving Sarah a smile.

"Good bye, Miss Sleigh!" The other elves waved as they made their way out of the workshop.

"Thank you!" Sarah waved. James grabbed her hand and led her to another room off the workshop. "How come you have a human name?" She asked.

"My parents are huge Metallica fans, so they named me after the lead singer. My dad loves to listen to them while he works...calls himself the master of puppets."

"Oh...does he make puppets?"

"Nope...he's a terrible toymaker. He's actually Santa's head baker."

Sarah giggled. "So did he ever sing you to sleep with Enter Sandman?"

"Luckily, no." James laughed. "On the plus side, it comes in handy to have a human name since I spend most of the year in the human world learning about their culture. If you want to lay down, we can get started."

Sarah laid down on a velvety green chaise. James climbed up and knelt next to her, carrying a glistening gold bag. "This is Santa's adult toy bag," he winked.

James ran his fingers down Sarah's neck and traced the top of her collar bone, sweeping her hair to the side, revealing her breasts. Sarah looked up into James' eyes, noticing they were a brilliant shade of dark green she had never seen before. They reminded her of Christmas wreaths. James didn't seem to notice Sarah looking up at him as his eyes were fixed on her chest. He pulled two small, clear cylinders from the bag. He slowly traced circles around her left nipple, a grin growing on his face as it began to harden. Placing one of the clear cylinders on Sarah's erect nipple, he gingerly pulled a plunger on the end of the cylinder, causing her nipple to be gently drawn in. He repeated the process for Sarah's right nipple.

The gentle pull on Sarah's nipples heightened her arousal. James flipped a tiny switch on each of the cylinders. The plungers began pulsing in and out, pulling and releasing her nipples. A soft, silicone nub on the end of the plunger began spinning, flicking her nipples. The sensation overwhelmed Sarah, causing her to breathe deeply. She watched as her chest heaved in and out, following the rhythm of the cylinders gently sucking her nipples.

James spread open Sarah's legs, trailing his fingers up and down her inner thighs. He stroked her outer lips and then ran his fingers inside her slit. "We're just getting started and you're already wet? I may have to move you to Santa's naught list." He teased. James pulled a bottle from his bag. He squirt a clear liquid just above Sarah's clit and began to massage it around Sarah's sex. The liquid felt warm, making her pussy tingle.

James retrieved a small vibrator from his bag. He turned it on to a low, constant vibration and began to trace it around Sarah's outer lips. Gradually he worked his way closer and closer to her clit. Sarah felt the anticipation growing in her pleasure button as he moved. James brushed her clit sporadically to tease her.

James held up a large vibrator from his bag, "this one perfectly mimics fingering." He turned it on to show Sarah how a finger inside the soft, silicon shell swept out and down. He inserted the vibrator into her pussy, so the finger stroked her tender g-spot.

Sarah moaned and her back arched. Her body was so absorbed in pleasurable sensations she didn't know where to focus. Occasionally James would let the small vibrator linger on her pleasure button and her mind became wholly wrapped in vibrations radiating through her clit and traveling deep inside her body. But then he'd pull back to her outer lips and she became blissfully aware of the caresses the large vabrator was delivering to her insides. Her pussy muscles pulsated around it, hungry for more. All the while her breasts felt heavy from the constant suckling of the cylinders.

James pushed buttons on each of the vibrators, increasing the intensity of the small vibrator and the speed of the stroking, large vibrator. Sarah could feel her climax building. James continued to tease her clit. As external vibrations emanating from Sarah's pleasure button grew, they traveled deeper and deeper. The pulsing from inside Sarah's pussy radiated farther and farther outward. James turned the vibrator up again. The sensations from Sarah's clit and g-spot collided. The overlapping sensations sent her over the edge. Sarah threw her head back, screaming in the pleasure of her orgasm.

James smiled down at Sarah as she caught her breath. "I've got one more toy left in the bag. It was actually the very first ever produced here in the adult toy workshop." James pulled a bundle of mistletoe from the bag and dangled it over his head.

Sarah laughed and sat up to give him a kiss.

"I know it's been a lonely year, but I don't think you'll have to be alone much longer." James stroked Sarah's face.

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Sarah woke late the next morning curled up in her own bed. "That was a strange dream," she thought. Still, it had lifted her spirits. The sun shone bright through the sliding glass doors that led from her bedroom to her deck. The streets looked much more inviting in the daytime. Sarah replaced her yoga pants and cheeto stained sweatshirt with a festive Christmas sweater and jeans. She put on her winter gear and mask, determined to make the most of her Christmas day. As she exited her apartment she paused to trace her fingers over Bear's ceramic paw print.

Sarah walked her usual route to the bagel bush, replaying in her mind some of her favorite memories of Bear. As she approached the bagel bush she saw the glimmer of a gold ribbon through the evergreen leaves. The tiny whimper of a puppy came from the bush.

Sarah looked around for potential owners, but saw no one. "How did you get here and where are your humans!?" Sarah panicked as she scooped up the little puppy. She had silky soft brown hair with a black muzzle. A gold tag hung from the red ribbon around her neck. Sarah checked for the owner's contact information, only to discover that the address and phone number were her own. Flipping the tag over she read the inscription:

"To: Silverbell Sleigh

Love: Your Friends at the North Pole"

Tears filled Sarah's eyes as she nuzzled the happy, little puppy. "You're a little ginger snap aren't you?" The puppy gave Sarah a little lick on her chin.

"That's a cute puppy!" Sarah heard a man's voice over her.

"Isn't she? Her name is Ginger!"

"That's a great name." The man chuckled. "I'm James."

Sarah looked up to see a tall, handsome man. Over his mask she saw a pair of familiar, bright green eyes that reminded her of Christmas wreaths.

"Can I take you on a date sometime?" James asked.