To be clear about my personal fetishes and intention: I do not ever think about elves, even when I am writing sex stories. "After leaving the naughty planet North Pole, a group of elves fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a bulging, space Santa's Workshop. Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Santa Claus, a horny elf capable of assault and even trafficking. Terrified, a rosy baby known as Licorice Fruitcane flees the Empire, with his protector, Santa Claus." |