“What a wonderful morning to be a fairy!” the fairy cried as she rose from her bed of flower petals and fox fur. She said this every morning, and she meant it every morning. The sun was shining brightly, and with her fairy senses she could still sense the stars burning beyond the pale blue sky. A breeze was blowing, carrying with it the usual scent of the nearby berry thicket, and something else, something that smelled of…
	Wait. 
	What the fuck was that.
	The fairy frowned. There was that smell again. Every few decades it cropped up again, and set her allergies into a frenzy. Already she could feel a tiny itch beginning between her wings. With a sigh, she alighted from her cozy den in a knothole of the elder oak and flitted down into the yard below. The odor got stronger, just as she suspected – it was coming from that human house.
	Ever since one of those daft humans built a settlement near her ancient home, it had been a insufferable irritant. First all the racket from those new-comers with their muskets blasting everything they saw, then all the smoke from the industrial boom, the stench of horse manure giving way to the lesser stench of car exhaust, children getting balls stuck near her knothole, the Black Eyed Peas. It never ended.
	She’d made her peace with it – they left her tree alone, and she left the little city that had sprung up around her alone. For the most part. Unless she felt like not leaving it alone.
	Then something like this smell happened.
	She flitted on gossamer wings to one of the house windows and then phased through it. It was much stronger in here. No, this wouldn’t do at all. She followed it to its source, readying her bag of pixie dust to help plug this leak before it got worse.



	Meanwhile young Kyle was off to his usual monrning start as well, the same way he’d motivated himself to get up and face the world every day since puberty – with his dick in one hand and his mouse in the other. 
	In fact, this was Kyle’s preparatory ritual for most up-coming challenges. Getting ready for work, getting ready for raiding with his gaming clan, getting ready for bed, getting ready to make dinner, eat dinner and wash dishes from dinner – sometimes all in the same night. It seemed a good a pastime as any – hurt nobody, cost nothing. 
	He just didn’t know how to talk to girls – he was shy, a little awkward, and too timid to approach them in the first place. Jerking off, on the other hand, was risk-free in terms of embarrassment, and carried a guaranteed pay-off in the end. Maybe it’d be more fun to have some girl around to take care his needs, but that was scary and difficult. Kyle preferred a sure thing.
	It was just somewhat solitary.
	Not that he didn’t have company, of a sort – this morning his inspiration was Leslie, the department secretary at his old work, who’d uploaded pictures of her recent trip to Cancun. With her help Kyle came right on schedule, the routine release to which he was so thoroughly accustomed, and slumped in the chair, letting the endorphines run their course. He was just cleaning himself off when he heard a woman’s voice over his left shoulder, right behind him. “Nifty picture box you got there.”
	Kyle leapt out of his chair and quite nearly out of his skin, pulling up his boxers (his only article of clothing as yet) in a rush. But there was no one there. He peered around, even looked to see if he could see someone hiding under the bed. But there was no one.
	“Is someone there?” he asked timidly.
	“Yeah,” said a seemingly disembodied voice. It was close, bizarrely close. It sounded like his chair was talking. “You spook easy.”
	“Who’s there? Who’s talking!” he demanded, looking around for something he could use as a weapon. He’d moved into this house just over the weekend, and he didn’t know a single living soul in the city. An unexpected visitor was an impossibility; Occam’s razor said it must be an intruder.
	Only it wasn’t.
	Climbing – no, make that flying! – up from behind his chair came a vision like nothing he’d ever seen. Except maybe in a cartoon. It was what he could only describe as… a fairy. An honest-to-goodness one. The creature was maybe six inches tall, and looked just like a human woman but with a decidedly reddish hue to her skin and a pair of transparent wings fluttering behind her back. 
	Well, maybe she didn’t look just like a human woman, Kyle decided on closer inspection. Most human women with boobs that big had them actually sag, but these things – the size of golf balls, but the way they drew the eyes they were like volleyballs – were all spherical, jutting out proudly in the little green jerkin she was wearing. Her legs were round and shapely, but then there was a waist so narrow she was shaped like an honest to goodness hourglass. A mop of platinum blonde curls and a cute up-turned nose completed the image.
	If she was full-sized, she’d be a knockout. As it was, she was just darling.
	“It’s me. Titsibell.” 
	He blinked. “You mean Tinkerbell?”
	“Ew, no,” she said, scrunching her nose as she fluttered side to side. “That flat bitch wishes she were me. It’s Tit-see-bell,” she annunciated, slower.
	“That’s what I thought you said. My name’s Kyle. Are… are you a fairy?”
	“Uh, duh. Why do you humans always ask me that? Do I look like a friggin’ woodchuck or something?”
	“No, it’s just… I’ve never seen a fairy before. This is kind of… weird.”
	“Well I’ve never seen a glowbox that shows pictures of half-naked humans before, but did I come in gawking and staring and trying to make you feel like you’re a freak for having one? No, I did not. I complimented it. There’s a lesson there, ya know.”
	“Oh.” He was quiet a moment. “Well, uh, you’re very, um… fairy-like.” A pause. “I mean that in the good way.”
	“What, so fairy-like means something bad to you usually?”
	“No! I mean, I dunno, it can mean, like, oh shit, I’m trying to say…” He took a deep breath and composed himself as the fairy looked on, her put-upon look giving way to an impish grin that looked perfectly at home on her tiny face. “… that you’re pretty. That’s all.”
	“Well thank you,” she said graciously.
	“So, um, what are you, you know, doing? In my bedroom?”
	“I think a better question is, what were you doing in your bedroom?” He blushed bright red, unable to make the words come out. “Because whatever it was, my allergies are telling me it was for like the millionth billionth time.”
	He startled out of his shyness. “What? I just finished moving in yesterday. Half my stuff is still in boxes. How would you know that?”
	“Well for one, you just told me by not denying it. And for two… well, if we’re going to be neighbors – your house is in my backyard, you see – then there’s something you need to know about me if we’re going to get along. You want to get along, don’t you?”
	“Um, yeah, I guess,” he said.
	“There’s a lad. Now I have a major allergy to loneliness. And you, dear boy, are about to give me friggin’ hives if you keep this up.”
	“You’re… what? There’s no such thing as an allergy to loneliness,” he pointed out.
	“Oh? Five minutes ago you didn’t think fairies were real either, so let’s not rely exclusively on what you do and don’t know, m’kay? I have a verifiable loneliness allergy.”
	“Allergies are only to things like peanuts or pet dander or something, I thought,” Kyle insisted, feeling a bit stupid to have to try to make such a case.
	“How the hell can someone be allergic to a peanut? You can’t even feel peanut,” she argued as if he were hopelessly obtuse.
	“Anyway,” he continued, “I’m afraid there’s not much I can do about it. I’m new in town, and I didn’t really have much of a social life even before the move.”
	“Well I can’t live like this,” Titsibell said petulantly. “Something needs to be done about it.”
	“I don’t know what you expect me to do,” he said. “I’d wave my magic wand and have a hundred friends if I could, but I can’t.”
	“You have a magic wand and you can’t even use it to make friends? What the hell kind of third-rate wand shop did you buy it from?”
	Kyle sighed. “I was being sarcastic. I don’t have a magic wand. And yes, I thought those weren’t real either.”
	“Oh. Get a girl’s hopes up, why don’t you.”
	“Sorry.”
	She scratched a little on one of her soft big-small boobs, grimacing. “What was that what you were up to, looking at the picture box and rubbing your skin tower?”
	“I was masturbating,” he confessed embarrassedly. “I, um, kind of do it a lot.”
	“Oooooh,” she said, nodding sagely. “Yeah, I’ve heard about that. That can really bring out the lonelies in some folks.”
	“Well if I had someone else to take care of it for me, I would, OK? But I don’t, so that’s the way it is and we both just have to deal with it!” He was defensive now, to say nothing of feeling more than a little uncomfortable discussing this with a total stranger, fairy or no. 
	Titsibell clapped her hands, a smile brightening her lovely little face. “Oho! Is that all you need? Somebody to schwingle your dangler? And then you won’t feel lonely any more?”
	“Um, I guess? Kinda hard to feel lonely when you’re with someone. Especially like that.”
	“Well all righty then, let’s get to it!” She flitted over, flicking a tiny pinch of sparkly pink dust his way. As it hit him, his boxers evaporated into thin air, leaving him completely naked.
	“Wait, what?!” he protested feebly, looking around for something to cover himself with. He reached for his sheets, but they evaporated too.
	“Hey, how come it’s all droopy and sad-looking now?” She frowned at it, hovering a few inches away.
	“I just came seconds ago. I can’t just get it up again in an instant.”
	“Right, no magic wand, gotcha. Here, allow me.” She threw a little pink cloud of sparkly dust at it and it exploded outward with a little poof. When the dust cleared, his cock was sticking straight out.
	Before he could register it, Titsibell landed on his cock, straddling it between her tiny thighs like she was riding a horse. “What the heck are you doing?” Kyle asked. He wanted to shake her off, but he was worried he might hurt her.
	Besides, it felt kinda… good.
	“What’s the problem? You got needs, I got needs, win-win.” Kyle’s hard-on was pointed mostly horizontal at the moment; she leaned forward, Titsibell’s titties pressing softly across his erection. She wrapped her arms around his girth, though her limbs wouldn’t quite reach all the way around.
	“But wait, we hardly know each other – isn’t this kind of… weird?” he said. His voice was growing softer, as was that voice in his head that initially thought to resist.
	“You were doing this yourself earlier, thinking about a girl, and now voila, you got me here doing it for you, and I got most of the same stuff a human girl has. What’s weird about this?” Finishing her question, she puckered her tiny lips and started planting little, wet sucking kisses along his dick.
	She didn’t need to ask if it was working; as her hands joined in and started rubbing gently across his length, Kyle became rock hard and his cock jerked upright. Titsibell squealed in surprise, then giggled at the sudden jolt. “I take it that means I’m doing something right, eh?”
	“Um, yeah,” he said, stumbling over to his bed before he could lose his balance. 
	For the next ten minutes, the determined little fairy grinded and wriggled against his cock, which was twitching in time with Kyle’s heartbeat so hard that it twice knocked her down onto his stomach. Her wings tickled along his length like two feathers. Time and again, she knelt down, shaking her proportionately big fairy ass at him, buttocks peeking out from beneath her tunic, then licked up the entire length of his shaft as she wriggled back to her tip-toes. After a little frustration, she shed the tunic altogether and tossed it in a wad across the bed. Unbound, she wrapped her larger-than-they-should-be tits around the central part of his shaft and rubbed the legnth of her bare body up and down it.
	With a shout, Kyle came. The cum jetted out of him, though with a wiggle of her cute little nose, Titsibell turned it into a shower of confetti raining down across the two of them. He took a moment to catch his breath while she found her outfit and slipped it back on over her head.
	“So, you feeling better now?”
	Kyle smiled bashfully. “You tell me.”
	“Well I feel better, so that must’ve done the trick.”
	“Thanks. That was amazing, and…” He wanted to say it was amazing yet also bizarre, surreal, incomprehensible – but he’d noted how sensitive she was, and abandoned the second part. “Just thanks.”
	“No prob, champ. Truth be told, I think you humans are adorable, all those little faces and noises and fluids you splish around all over the place. Happy to help. Win-win, right?” She smirked.
	“Definitely.”
	
	
	
	It wasn’t even sundown before the itch returned. “Gull durnit,” Titsibell cursed, setting down her dinner of half a raspberry to scratch a bit. “We need to get serious about this – I am so not going to be putting up with this for the next five years, or however long it is humans live.”
	Phasing through the roof this time, sure enough, there was Kyle, at it again in front of his picture box. Except this time there wasn’t even a picture, there was just a bunch of squiggles. Writing, they called it. (Humans were always so proud of themselves for figuring out writing; Titsibell was still waiting for them to come up with something worth writing down.)
	Kyle was cumming just as she came in, a little trickle compared to what she’d coaxed out of him earlier. “Not as much this time,” she observed.
	Again, he jumped up, though he spotted her almost right off. “Why do you keep popping in at the most inopportune…” He grumbled, then found a rag to wipe himself clean with. “What is it this time?”
	“I thought I fixed you up this morning!” she accused. “And yet here you are, already trying to give me hives with more of this. I just will not stand for this, you hear me?”
	“It’s just habit!” he protested. “Just something to do. This morning was great, don’t get me wrong, just… it doesn’t mean I’m never going to jerk off again.”
	“If you think I’m gonna come down here and do that three times a day, you’ve got another think coming buster,” she said, poking him in the chest with a needle-thin finger. “You think it’s easy, maintaining this figure? If I start exercising that hard, I’m going to wind up as skinny and flat-chested as your beloved Tinkerbell by week’s end!”
	“Well what do you want me to do!” he said, exasperated. “I have needs, you know.”
	She sighed. “FINE. You need to get off, I need you to have a little fun… we’ll do this the hard way.”
	“What’s the–” His sentence was cut off by a sudden splash of her magic dust in his face, temporarily blinding him. Kyle yelped, rubbing at his eyes, and was altogether so distracted by the dusting that he was completely shocked to find – when he could see again – that he was standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk downtown.
	Completely naked.
	His first instinct was to dive for cover behind a trash can, so at least only his backside was exposed. He was panickedly looking around, not sure even what he was looking for (an appropriately sized change of clothes lying on the sidewalk…?), when he began to realize something strange.
	Nobody was looking at him. People on the sidewalk passed right by without even glancing at the buck naked man huddling down on the corner. Tentatively, he stood up. Still nothing. A businessman was standing mere feet away waiting at the crosswalk. Kyle waved his hands in front of the man’s face, and he didn’t so much as blink. When the sign signaled him to walk, the man seemed as if he’d have walked right through Kyle’s arm if he didn’t withdraw it.
	“What the… Titsibell!” he yelled.
	Seated atop a nearby street lamp, the fairy began howling hysterically. “Hoo boy, the look on your face when…” she began laughing too hard to finish the thought. “You’re all ‘holy shit, I’m super naked’ and trying to crawl into that can full of gum and bleached tree shavings.” She kept laughing, slapping her thigh giddily and nearly losing her balance on her perch more than once.
	He let her get the giggles out of her system. “So you don’t know the word for paper, but you know what bleach is?” Kyle grumbled under his breath.
	Finally, with a few last chuckles, Titsibell floated down in front of him; nobody seemed to pay her any more heed than they did the naked man. “So you mind telling me what the hell we’re doing here?” he asked peevishly.
	“We’re going to start making a brand new hypoallergenic Kyle,” she said. “You got needs, like you said, so we’re going to find somebody to take care of them.”
	“What, you want me to just hit on some random woman on the street? Even if they could see me, they’d just run away and call the police on me for being a naked weirdo. Besides, even if they didn’t… I don’t really know how to talk to girls.”
	Titsibell just looked at him, annoyed. Why did he have to make this so difficult? “Look, we’re not about to have some therapeutic moment where we have a pretend date and I teach you all about the mysteries of how to hit on ladies. I don’t even know the first thing about what turns human women on.”
	“Come on, how different could it be?”
	“You know what I find sexy?”
	“Confidence?” he guessed.
	“Really sharp teeth,” she said. “See? I’m useless for that stuff.”
	“So what are we going to do?”
	“We’re going to find a girl, and you’re going to fuck her six ways from Spumday.”
	“…”
	“What?”
	“Did you mean Sunday?”
	“Oh, whatever you wanna call it, like I’m supposed to track every little detail of your culture.”
	“Anyway, how exactly am I supposed to do that?”
	“You just find me a female, and I’ll handle it from there.”
	With that thought in mind, he started perusing the street. It was evening, and there were lots of people around coming home from work, shopping the downtown area. There were plenty of women, but he didn’t want to waste it. He wanted to find someone exactly to his specifications, somone who–
	“Done!” Titsibell announced in triumph.
	“What? I didn’t even pick someone!”
	“I know, you were taking forever, so I just reached into your mind and found the kind of girl you were looking for.”
	“You reached into…! I know you’re doing me a favor, but–” 
	“Kyle, say hello to Tiffany.”
	He turned, and standing there in front of him was… exactly the sort of girl he’d been looking for. Better, even. She was on the short side, just a few inches over five feet, but slender and athletic in build. He could be certain of that because she was wearing a black leotard and hot pink leggings that clung to her perfectly. Her breasts were small, but as a college-aged-looking girl, they were totally perky and rode high on her chest. Her legs were slender and toned, long for her height. She had dark red hair bound up in a tight pony tail. 
	“Can… can she see me?”
	The woman looked right at him. “What? You’re a naked man, standing in the middle of the street. Of course I can see you.”
	“She can see you, but not me – I don’t like the attention. Or the backlash.”
	“Did you, like, create her?”
	“What? No, I just saw her over there working out,” she said, pointing to a fitness center down the block, one of those places with the big front window so everyone could see you work out.
	“So what do I, um, do?” he asked, his shyness acting up.
	“She’ll do whatever I tell her to do, so do whatever you want,” Titsibell said, just as Tiffany said “maybe go find yourself some clothes? And a shrink? Creep.”
	Kyle gave Titsibell a wary look, and she waved him to action with his hands. Nervously, he reached out and cupped the girl’s breasts through her leotard. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” she demanded. But she didn’t do anything to react. Didn’t slap him, like he’d feared. Just frowned and watched him do it.
	Emboldened, he gave them a few hard squeezes. They were great soft tits. Then he went around behind her to appreciate her ass, which was a tight round little marvel of a thing. She turned her head to watch him as he fondled it with both hands. “Having fun?” she asked sarcastically.
	“Can’t you make her like it? She seems kinda… upset.”
	“Obviously you can’t make me like it, needle dick,” Tiffany shot back.
	“Ya know? Nevermind,” Kyle said as Titsibell reached into her fairy dust pouch. She giggled and watched him start practically shredding the girls’ clothes off. She did next to nothing to help, just lifting her arms and feet as needed. She looked even better naked – the little B-cup tits were just as perky as he’d imagined them, and her ass was obviously the hard-earned consequence of countless hours on the treadmill.
	“I did good?” Titsibell asked as Kyle leered at her selection.
	“Damn straight you did.” With an effort, he pried his eyes off of the greatest set of boobs his eyes had ever seen in the flesh and took stock of the steady procession of foot traffic walking by ignoring the display. “I don’t suppose you could take us somewhere a little more, I dunno, private? Little gun shy here.”
	“What’s a gun? Oh! Is that one of those things with all the little holes that grate cheese?”
	“That’s a cheese grater. A gun is… nevermind. Just… please?”
	“Fine, fine.” She grinned, sprinkling fairy dust down on the duo as she flew in a tight circle overhead. When the dust cleared, they were back in his bedroom, and his confidence surged.
	“So she’ll do whatever I say?” he asked Titsibell.
	“She’ll do whatever I make her do, which is basically whatever you want her to do,” she replied. “Only thing she won’t do is ask questions, because it gets ever-so-tiring to have to keep explaining things the whole time. ‘How are you doing this, why me, who does your hair,’ blah blah blah.”
	“Well, I think we ought to start with having her get me good and lubricated for her,” he said, grinning. “With her mouth, to be clear.”
	Titsibell fluttered over and gave Tiffany the gentlest of pats on the head. The girl sank to her knees, oblivious to the fact she was doing so, as she said, “yeah right, I’ll suck your dick in your wildest dreams, loser.”
	Then she started sucking his dick, and his wildest dream began to come true. 
	She wasn’t great at it, to be sure – he’d watched a thousand blowjobs on the internet and he knew how the pros did it and how the amateurs did, and she was the latter. It was mechanical, just bobbing her head up and down and holding her tongue against the underside.
	It was nonetheless incredible. This hot-ass stranger on her knees, blowing him even as she glared about it. 
	“Can you have her deep-throat me?” Kyle asked as he sat down on his bed, the girl knee-walking to follow him. His cock never left her mouth. Once they were in place, Titsibell perched on the girls shoulder and pushed on the back of her head and down, down, down she went on his shaft.
	“Ew, what’s that sound she’s making?” Titsibell asked curiously.
	“It’s called a gag reflex. She’s not used to having something down there.”
	“Well I hate it,” the fairy said decisively. She tugged Tiffany’s head back with a sprite-sized fist full of red hair, then tossed a pinch of dust into her open mouth. 
	Tiffany coughed and sputtered. “This is bullshit, you know, you can’t just treat me like I’m some kind of fucking whore and just shove your gmmmmf!” Her sentence ended as Titsibell put her head back into its new rightful place, around Kyle’s dick. Now, she slid down to put her lips all the way down at his base effortlessly, the tightness of her throat clenching snugly around his head, massaging it as she swallowed.
	He had planned on using the blowjob as a warm-up, but it was just too much. “Here it comes, bitch!” he cried as he gave her tonsils a bath, coming harder than he’d ever come before. Her mouth didn’t leave his cock until she’d swallowed every drop. Then his newfound fairy friend set down on his lap and flicked Tiffany’s forehead with her middle finger. The girl fell on her butt like she’d been shoved, bouncing softly.
	“That…! You…!” She stuttered. “I never swallow, asshole!”
	“Titsy, can you have her thank me?”
	The fairy giggled mirthfully and took hold of Tiffany’s lips, working her mouth like the girl was a giant puppet. “Thank you so much, Kyle. I just loved sucking your dick. Your cum is the tastiest!” Every word was dripping with sarcasm, but he thought he preferred it to a feigned sincerity.
	“Man. Now I just need a little bit of time to recuperate. Can you have her just wait in the… what?” He responded to Titsibell’s odd look directly at his crotch. Lo and behold, there was his cock just as hard as it had ever been. “Wait, is that… permanent?”
	“Oh, I just made it so you could be hard whenever you wanted on command, but if you just want it permanent…”
	“No!” he interjected quickly. “On command is awesome, Titsy, thanks.”
	He returned his attention to Tiffany, sitting on the floor on her butt, frowning sulkily. “Now, Tiff, let’s get to that sweet pussy of yours, shall we? Hmm. You know, I’ve kind of always wanted to try fucking a girl from behind, standing up, like, up against a wall? Could we do that?”
	With a wave of the fairy’s hand, Tiffany hopped up to her feet and stood near the widest open spot on the wall, feet shoulder-width apart, ass thrust out fetchingly. “You’re the best,” Kyle complimented.
	“Better than you deserve,” Tiffany said smugly.
	“Not you, slut.” He smiled at Titsibell, who curtsied in acknowledgment.
	With that, Kyle came up behind the girl and took a boob in each hand, nestling his dick between her butt cheeks. He thrust his hips at her and shoved her up against the wall, and she turned her head to meet it with a cheek. Kyle went to slide into her, and…
	Found out she was too short. Or he was too tall. Or whatever. Unless he was going to do this thing in a squat, it wasn’t going to work. “Well shit,” he griped. “I was looking forward to that.”
	“Say no more!” Titsibell chirped merrily. She applied a dose of her special dust, and slowly, Tiffany levitated into the air, inch by inch until her pussy – which was literally dripping wet, thanks to the fairy – was waiting right above his cock. With another gesture, she lowered down until she was floating at just the right height for Kyle to start pounding her little cunt.
	So he did. With a frenzy of years of pent-up sexual frustration and who knew what kind of issues from his personal life, he pistoned into her like a six-hundred horsepower tractor engine. Tiffany couldn’t help herself this time and just screamed out in ecstasy as he ravaged hererratically; Kyle was too focused on his own pleasure, which was more intense than anything he’d ever known. He fucked her like he owned her. Which, for the moment, he basically did. The redhead’s petite body slammed up against the drywall over and over, creating a resounding thud that his new neighbors took to mean that the new tenant was going to be One Of Those.
	After jerking off earlier and then the blowjob, he’d have thought he had little left in the tank – but then, he hadn’t noticed Titsibell’s little hands massaging their magic into his sack. When he emptied his balls into Tiffany’s sopping cunt, it was like nothing he’d ever done before. When he pulled out, for a moment it was running out like a drippy faucet of cum.
	Titsibell lowered her to the ground as Kyle caught his breath. After Tiffany did the same, one wouldn’t have thought from her tone that she’d just been the recipient of a half-dozen consecutive orgasms. “You call that fucking? I’ve had it harder from guys half your size,” she mocked. “Build-wise, I mean – I don’t think there even are guys half your dick size.”
	Kyle arched an eyebrow. “I basically take possession of you as a sex toy, and you think taunting me is the way to go? Seriously? Are you, like, stupid or something?”
	Titsibell was curious herself – this girl was daft, even for a human – so she put a little Truthification spell on her. Nothing serious, it’d wear off in a few hours. Probably. Whatever. She listened for Tiffany’s response.
	“I’m just lashing because I’m shallow and I only screw hotter and richer guys so I can feel good about myself. Men like you, I just tease,” she said.
	Kyle could tell just from the surprised look on her face that this was her compelled into honesty. “Wow. So did you really think my dick was small?” He didn’t really care, but he was curious. Precious few women had been in a position to give feedback on the subject.
	“No. I wouldn’t have kept cumming like that if it was, now would I?” Ill-tempered, but honest.
	“Hmm. Well that’s too bad I’m not tiny, Tiffany, because I think you’re kind of a bitch. So now, I’m going to fuck you like a bitch.” Tiffany responded to a beckoning from Titsibell’s index finger, dropping to hands and knees and crawling over to the bed, then sliding up into it. She remained on all fours, arching her back and thrusting out her tight little butt. Cum was still dribbling down her thighs. 
	Kyle climbed in behind her, and without hesitation squeezed his cock into her ass. It was a first time for both of them; her groaning in discomfort nearly drowned out his own moaning of bliss. Her pussy juices had him good and wet, the fairy’s blessing had him good and hard, and her attitude had him good and feisty.
	He drilled into her from behind, slowly working up a rhythm as she loosened her ass enough to allow him to. “Oh God, why did I ever pretend you were small?! You’re ripping my fucking ass apart!” she wailed. 
	Seeing he rather liked her vocalizations, Titsibell prompted the girl to keep talking, and the more she complained, the more she bemoaned her situation, the more she cried out how she’d never had her ass fucked before… the more it spurred Kyle on. He pounded her ass like she’d wronged him in a past life. In time – minutes? hours? he couldn’t say – he came for the fourth time that evening, again flooding her insides with an overdose of cum.
	This time, when he pulled out, he decided not to get hard again. He just flopped back on his bed, panting, as Tiffany lie there face-down on his bedspread, ass in the air, cum leaking from both holes and noticeable on her breath, trembling.
	“I think I’m good for now,” Kyle said to Titsibell, who was presently finishing her raspberry on his desktop.
	“You sure? She still has some holes you haven’t gotten to yet.”
	Kyle looked between the two of them a moment. “She does?”
	“Sure. The ears, that little indentation in her tummy.”
	He realized she was kidding – he hoped she was kidding, anyway – and laughed. “Naw, I’m good.”
	“Well all righty then, let’s dump her back where we found her.” In a shower of pixie dust, Tiffany faded away and suddenly was gone.
	“Wait, so you just sent her back to the street corner?”
	“Mmhm. Sure did.”
	“Naked? Cum leaking out of her every which way?”
	“Yeah, I guess.” She shrugged, and Kyle decided this was hardly the time to start worrying about Tiffany’s well-being. She’d be fine. Eventually.
	“So how about you?” she asked solicitously.
	“I feel… amazing. I’ve probably never felt this good in my whole life. Can I repay you somehow?”
	“You just try not to get lonesome, tiger, and if you do, try to give me a head’s up in advance.”
	He smiled. “Will do, Titsy.”
	She gave him a little peck on the cheek, and on impulse, he pinched her butt under her tunic as she turned around. Titsibell giggled, gave him a little wink, and was gone.