The Elf's Christmas Miracle

Kaya paled, looking down at herself. True to his word, she saw not insignificant bumps pressing urgently into her cotton tanktop. She shook her head. It happened often in the cold North Pole, but she was quite warm at the moment in Markus' apartment. Not only that, her breasts felt tight, and her nipples had become sensitive, such that she could feel the cotton pressing on them.

"A woman is most lovely when she's aroused," said Markus, his hands returning to her breasts. He gently squeezed the outer part of her mounds, such that her nipples pressed harder in the center into her tanktop. Kaya gasped, blushing as her body responded strongly to his touch. "Would you like me to touch your perky little nipples? I'd love to see them," he said.

"No! Please," gasped Kaya, "It's too . . . embarrassing!" She'd never been so shy before, but the barrage of new sensations seemed to have brought out a strong sense of modesty. She didn't want him to see her swollen nipples, and the thought of him touching her, with no tanktop as a barrier to his hands . . .

"Do not be embarrassed," said Markus, softly. "It is completely natural for a woman to be aroused at the touch of a man. A body like yours was meant for this," he added, gently squeezing and massaging her breasts through the thin cotton material. "Why don't you let me see them?"

"Kaya?" said a voice in her earpiece suddenly. "You there?"

"Yes!" blurted Kaya, her breathing a bit ragged as she struggled to stay still on the couch.

"Good," purred Markus at her side.

"What? No I didn't mean—no don't pull up my top!" protested Kaya, as Markus' hands moved to the bottom of her tanktop and slide the thin material upwards. Her hands came back to his wrists, and she pushed down, but he continued sliding her top upwards, until suddenly her breasts popped out, bouncing suggestively.

"Beautiful," murmured Markus, looking at her exposed lobes, topped with pink nipples that had puffed up into little round buds. "I want to taste them, all in good time."

"No, no, please!" yelped Kaya, shaking her head. Then she gasped as Markus' hands came to her bare breasts, encircling their girth and gently squeezing. His thumbs rotated up and began to massage her pink buds, and Kaya jerked on the couch, her thighs suddenly clenching from the jolt of pleasure deep in the juncture between them.

"Kaya!" barked Erik in her ear. "Listen to me. You have to get out of there! Get out of his apartment, any way you can! I'll explain once you've escaped."

"What?" exclaimed Kaya, biting her lip to keep from speaking to Erik. His voice sounded frightened, and she remembered that he'd gone to do some research into Markus. Had he found something? Was Markus not her target? If so, she had to get away, before he went too far!

Kaya suddenly sat up, surprising Markus. "I . . . I have to go, I'm sorry!" When Markus made no move to push her back down, she stood up off the couch, arranging her skirt and top and looking for her things.

"I don't understand," said Markus. "I thought you wanted this?"

"I . . . I don't know, maybe I did," stammered Kaya. Her body still feel flush with heat and sensitive everywhere, and part of her wanted to lay back down on the couch. But if Markus wasn't her mission, she had to find who was, or she'd not be able to return home. "But I have to go do something, I'm sorry!" she explained. Kaya snatched up her phone from the table, and she saw her red velvet coat on a white clothes rack, still dripping, and she decided to leave it. She put on her damp red boots, and moved to open the door.

"Wait, you'll be cold out there," said Markus. "I don't have any women's coats, but you can wear one of mine." He grabbed a brown leather jacket from his closet and held it up in front of her.

"Thank you, I promise, I'll return it!" said Kaya, as she shrugged into the coat. It was too long and way too big, but better than nothing. She felt a pang of regret. Would a bad person offer his coat? Markus opened the door for her, and she slipped out, hustling down the damp stairs to the street.

"Head to the station, hurry!" said Erik in her ear.

"What's going on, you better not have ruined my mission!" said Kaya quietly. The earpiece would transmit even if she whispered. She hustled as fast as she could in the unfamiliar boots, heading down the hill and turning left toward the station.

"I found out who he is," said Erik. "I have to go do something before you get there. Just head to platform 2, go to the exact point where you fell onto the tracks and wait for my call!" He was whispering, which she thought was strange.

"What? Why?" said Kaya, nervously. "Erik?" There was no answer, only static, so she continued a fast walk to the station. She didn't have any money, so she waited til no one was looking, and ducked under the turnstile, heading into the station and up the stairs for track 2. There were a few people waiting for the train, and she didn't want them to hear her talking to herself, so Kaya moved down the platform toward where there were no people.

"I'm back!" said Erik. "Sorry, I had to make sure they're not logging this call. Kaya, listen. Markus Tanaka is the son of Yuji Tanaka and . . . Mrs. Claus!"

"What?" said Kaya, almost laughing into the phone. Everyone knew Mrs. Claus didn't have children. "What nonsense are you speaking, Erik Tandragen!"

"It's true! She had an affair, and a son! I think she used her magic to hide her appearance from Santa until she had the baby. Markus is her son!"

Kaya was speechless, and her eyes narrowed. "Erik, this is incredible, how did you find this out?"

She heard Erik made a sound of amusement. "You know the teleporter we used to send you? I used it to send myself into the Japanese Bureau of Records. My kanji is a little rusty but I found his birth certificate, the mother is listed as Judith Claus. I found a marriage license issued to that name, and Markus' father, dated Dec 24, 1975. The birth certificate is dated Sept 17, 1976. That would make him 42."

"Erik, he's not 42! He said he's 30, and he looks 30," said Kaya. She was having second thoughts now.

Erik paused. "30 is 42 in human years! And 1975? That's the Christmas where we had so much snow . . . Mrs. Claus had to go to Japan to deliver toys!" His voice got really quiet. "Kaya, she married Markus' father on Christmas Eve, and conceived him, while she was in Japan to deliver toys!"

It was starting to make sense, and suddenly, Kaya stopped walking. "Alright Erik, that certainly seems strangely coincidental, but suppose what you said is true. If Mrs. Claus sent me to her son . . . maybe I should go back and apologize! She'll be so angry if she finds out!"

Erik's voice changed in tone. "Kaya, I've been thinking about this. Santa sees the reports of all these miracle trips, right? When he sees your Markus' name pop up, he'll see everything about him, as he always does. Including his birth certificate."

"Yeah, so," said Kaya. Her brain was getting more and more confused.

Erik made a sound of exasperation. "So . . . it means this trip is off the books. Unofficial!"

Kaya sighed. "Well of course it is, Mrs. Claus wants to help her son, but doesn't want Santa to know! Look Erik, I have to get back there!"

"No wait, Kaya! I'll go turn on the teleporter, it'll just take me a second!"

There was a low rumble getting louder, as a train headed for the station. Kaya turned to look toward the oncoming train, and bumped into someone.

"Well, hello there, my little Japanese elf." Kaya stiffened. It was Mrs. Claus, standing there before here, dressed impeccably in a dark Burberry coat. She wasn't wearing any red, in fact she looked like a business woman.

"Mrs. Claus!" she gasped, forcing a smile. "I . . . was just heading back to uh, see Markus. I . . . uh . . . I'm pretty sure he's my mission."

"Oh he most certainly is," said Mrs. Claus, smiling down at her. The rumble of the incoming train was getting louder, yet Mrs. Claus' voice seemed to cut through the noise like a knife through butter. "And you're going to go back to him, and give him everything he wants, aren't you?"

"Yes, maam," nodded Kaya. Then she frowned. "What . . . uh . . . does he want, exactly?"

"Kaya, I'm back!" said Erik in her ear.

"He wants you, of course," said Mrs. Claus. Then she tilted her head to left and right. "Well, not you, specifically. He wanted a beautiful, big-chested, innocent Japanese girl. Which fits you pretty well, don't you think?"

"Oh god," said Erik in her ear. "Is that who I think it is?"

"Mrs. Claus," burst out Kaya, trying to shout over the train which was now roaring into the station, on platform 3 behind them. Kaya waited for the roar to die down a bit before continuing. "We don't . . . give people for Christmas! That doesn't sound . . . appropriate . . for a Christmas miracle!"

Mrs. Claus' eyes narrowed. "My dear little innocent elf. You will give what I tell you to give." Then she smiled suddenly. Her smile made Kaya imagine a wolf smiling at a deer. "But don't worry, you'll enjoy it, it will be my gift to you as well. Now come, my dear, there's something I'd like to show you."

"Kaya, quick, I activated the portal, jump into the blue light!" blurted Erik in her ear. Just as he spoke, Kaya saw a faint blue ball of light appear behind Mrs. Claus at the edge of platform 2, just a few steps away. With a quick glance at Mrs. Claus, Kaya dashed for the blue light, and was immediately pulled up short by Mrs. Claus' hand in her hair.

"No, no," scolded Mrs. Claus, holding the struggling girl by a handful of her long black hair. "Your train is on this side." Kaya whimpered in pain as she was spun around by the hand in her hair, and guided onto the train that had stopped on track 3. As soon she they stepped on, the doors hissed closed behind them. Because the station was so empty, Kaya was surprised to see the train was so full, and Mrs. Claus guided her into the pack of men in blue suits standing just inside the doorway. She let go of Kaya's hair, and she turned to face the older woman, her eyes a mix of anger and fear.

"Mrs. Cl—I mean maam!" said Kaya, angry at the way she'd been treated, but still fearful of the woman.

"Be silent and listen, girl," said Mrs. Claus, as the train began to leave the station. "Today is Christmas Eve. You have approximately six hours to complete your mission. If you fail, you will not come home, you will remain here." Then she waved her hand around, gesturing toward the interior of the train. "And because you will have failed such an important mission, I will make your life among these people . . . unpleasant. Let me give you a demonstration, after which, you will be offered a chance to return and complete your mission. Here, you won't need your coat," she said, removing Kaya's leather jacket and folding it over her arm. "Now, I'll give you a glimpse of your daily life after failing my mission."

"But—" protested Kaya, but just then the train entered a tunnel, then hit a bump and the lights went out. When the lights came back on, Mrs. Claus was gone. "Oh my gosh!" said Kaya, looking around the train. Mrs. Claus was nowhere to be found, and in fact she didn't see many women at all, the car was filled nearly to capacity with Japanese men, most of them in the cheap suits of salarymen. The car lurched again and she reached out to grab something. The center pole was too far to reach, so she looked up and found an empty handle ring. Kaya noticed then that the men around her seemed to be looking at her, and then she realized she was dressed strangely for a Christmas Eve commuter in her white tanktop, short skirt and red boots. The older man in front of her was looking at her breasts, and she scowled at him, moving her free arm up to cover her visible nipples.

"Kaya?" It was Erik in her ear. "What happened? You didn't come through the portal!"

Kaya looked about before whispering back. "She . . . she stopped me, and put me on another train. She said . . . this will be a taste of what happens if I fail the mission!"

"Kaya, get off the train, now!" burst Erik. "If it's crowded, make your way to the door so you can get out at the next stop. Look above the doors, a light will tell you which door is going to open."

Kaya looked around, and saw a green light above the door on the far side. She was indeed buried in a pack of people and far from the door on the opposite side. She tried to squeeze between the men in front of her. "Sumimasen," she said, switching back to Japanese after speaking English to Erik and Mrs. Claus. The man in front of her was looking at her, she realized, and when she tried to squeeze past him, he moved, closing the small gap she was aiming for. Frowning, she tried to go around the other side of the man, but he moved that way as well.

"They won't let me!" said Kaya, quietly to Erik.

"She probably cast a spell on---" Kaya suddenly heard a commotion. "Mrs. Claus? What---" She heard more sounds of commotion, then Erik's voice again. "Kaya, one more thing, he has a twin brother! Watch out!!" then nothing but static.

"Erik? Erik?" said Kaya anxiously. She heard nothing but static on the other end.

"Oh gosh," she said, looking about nervously. She'd never felt so alone.

Suddenly, Kaya felt something touch her skirt in the back, but with the bumpy train ride, it was unavoidable. Then it touched her again, and this time she felt a tug on her skirt, pulling it down a bit from her hips. Alarmed and fearful her skirt might be pulled down, Kaya moved to try to get away from whomever was touching her. Unfortunately, the man on her left moved against her, pushing her right back where she'd started. Something touched her again, and she gasped in alarm for she recognized it as a hand this time. A finger moved under her skirt to softly stroke the inside of her inner thigh, just below her ass. Kaya stiffened, trying to move away, but she encountered the hard body of another commuter. The finger stroked her thigh again, this time higher under her skirt, and Kaya's arm left her chest to reach down and try to push away the hand behind her.

Just then, the man in front of her raised an arm to scratch his chest, but in so doing, his forearm rubbed back and forth across Kaya's breasts. She gasped at the sensation in her nipples and took a half step back, all she could manage in the tight space. The man in front moved with her, still scratching his chest, and still rubbing her breasts. Kaya quickly rotated where she was standing, so the man's arm was now against her own shoulder. Looking out the corner of her eye, she saw the man drop his arm, and she smiled, then her smile was replaced by a gasp as the same man moved his hand to the small of her back, and began to caress her bare skin.

Just then there was a bit of a commotion, and she looked up to see a pretty Japanese woman squeezing past several men. She maneuvered her way past several blue suits to end up directly in front of Kaya. The woman was wearing a white collared blouse with a short green silk tie and a matching green skirt with yellow stripes. Her long silky hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she looked to be of college age. She smiled at Kaya, and then frowned when she saw Kaya looking agitated. She had pushed away the hand behind her back, but now there seemed to be two hands, one at the small of her back, and one reaching under her skirt.

"What's wrong?" said the woman, leaning forward to whisper in Kaya's ear. "Chikans?"

"Chikans?" said Kaya, quizzically.

The woman rolled her eyes and then smiled. "You sound like you're from up north, Hokkaido? I guess you don't have train molesters up there. They prey on girls in crowded trains."

"Yes, chikans! What should I do, should I shout for help?" said Kaya, squirming slightly and trying to push away two hands with her one arm.

"Oh no, don't do that!" said the woman, her eyes wide. "That'll attract more of them, and no one will help you anyway, this is Japan! Maybe a conductor but most cars don't have one."

"So what do I do!" said Kaya, desperate.

"They're looking for a reaction, a response," said the woman. "Don't give them one. They'll get bored and move on."

"Oh, ok," said Kaya, looking unsure. "Uh, when is the next stop?"

"About 15 minutes," said the woman with a shrug. "Maybe 10 more minutes."

"Oh gosh, ok," said Kaya. She decided she'd take the advice of a local and try to ignore it. Trying to push their hands away certainly wasn't working, and it seemed to have attracted a second one. Kaya stopped pushing the hands away, and bit her lip, steeling herself to ignore their touches. The hand on her back returned to gently drawing circles with his fingers, while the hand behind her ass gently stroked her panty covered bottom. A minute went by and Kaya managed to mostly stay still, though her nerves were getting frayed and she was feeling terribly sensitive everywhere.

"You're doing good," whispered the pretty girl in front of her, who was watching Kaya carefully. "Just 9 more minutes, hang in there."

The hand at the small of her back moved up then, sliding under her tanktop to splay its finger around her upper back. She heard a male voice in her ear. "You're not wearing a bra. You're a little sukebe onna, aren't you?" Kaya turned the glare at the man, and she started to tell him she wasn't a perverted woman, but kept silent. The other girl's suggestion of ignoring them seemed to be working. Then she gasped suddenly, when the same man leaned in and stuck his tongue in her ear. Kaya pulled her head away, for the sensation was disgusting, and yet it somehow made her more sensitive to the two hands on her body. Kaya gasped again, for the hand on her back was sliding around under her arm holding the handle-ring. The hand continued under her cotton tank top to cup her breast, the fingers splaying out across her ample flesh, though carefully avoiding her nipple. Kaya immediately let go of the handlebar and tried to extract the arm from under her top. At that moment, the hand on her ass disappeared, and then she felt two hands pulling her backwards. Without holding onto anything, she fell back slightly, and encountered something hard, pressing into her bottom. Kaya reached back with her other hand and encountered the pants of the man behind her, the source of the hard lump. Recoiling her hand as if it had touched a hot stove, she used both hands to pull the arm from under her tanktop.

Not able to hold onto anything, Kaya was still leaning backwards, and the man behind her was rubbing his hard lump into her skirt, pushing it into the crack of her ass. Kaya flailed, reaching her left hand for the handle-ring. She caught it, and pulled herself upright with a sigh of relief. But her relief was short lived, for someone behind her was raising her tanktop up to her breasts. Kaya used her free hand to grab her tanktop just below her breasts and stop its rise, but behind her, the man had lifted it up to her neck, such that now the bottom of her breasts were exposed. Kaya gasped then as a hand returned to encircle her right breast, again avoiding her nipple. With one hand holding the ring, and her other desperately trying to keep her top on, Kaya had no defense against the hand on her breast, as it began to squeeze and massage her lobe. While the hard lump was no longer pressing into her bottom, the hand had returned, only now it was touching her white cotton panties, a finger gently sliding under the thin material to stroke her bare bottom.

"Try to ignore them!" whispered the girl in front. Kaya gasped in shock, for now the girl in front of her was being touched just like she was. Though the girl wore a white blouse, Kaya could just see two large hands, just visible through the material, and the hands were fondling the girl's small but perky breasts. Kaya looked down to see the girl's hips squirming slightly, and she saw the reason. There was a man's arm, reaching under her skirt, and doing something that was making the girl blush and tremble. "Only f-five more m-minutes," said the girl, her voice broken with soft gasps of pleasure.