Chasing Fairies
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se
A reckless bounty hunter may end up becoming the game herself.


Reida groped her way through the dense shrub, and finally came upon a small clearing. 
The trees and flowers were ruddy with the glow of the morning sun. In the exact 
middle of the clearing was a fairy ring, with dragon flies the size of ravens nesting 
on the gem-colored mushrooms. The air was alive with the song of birds, crickets and 
a distant choir of frogs. Even a city-dweller like Reida, who had never set foot in 
a place like this before, could tell that it was the exact place in which you would 
go looking for a pixie.

But it was not just any pixie she was looking for. A few days ago she had been 
contacted by a haggard-looking wizard who had offered her a fine reward for bringing 
back his most prized possession: an extremely rare aurora pixie he had come to name 
"Pooky". In fact, the poor old coot was so eager to get her back that he had agreed 
to pay Reida one fourth of her reward upfront! Reida had spent the rest of the day 
doing some half-hearted research on pixies, and quickly come to the conclusion that 
the whole thing would be a piece of cake -- apparently, pixies were no taller than 
a foot, naive and innocent by nature, and quick to form sentimental attachments to 
beautiful places. Reida had already located the most fairy-like place in the forest, 
and now all she had to do was wait, sneak up on Pooky, bag the little thing, and 
finally carry her sparkling little carcass back to the gilded cage where it belonged.

Pleased as punch, the bounty hunter scouted the clearing for a good hiding place, 
finally deciding on a hollow tree trunk. She easily wormed her slender frame into 
the wooden tube. Her clothing -- the usual rogue get-up: tight-fitting leather pants 
and jacket, dark boots and a pair of bronze shoulder pads -- seemed to blend in well 
with the colors of the wood, as did her olive skin and dark brown hair. While
she waited, her thoughts drifted to her favorite subject -- her reward -- and soon 
she was again delirious with fantasies of golden trinkets and jewels and enchanted 
artifacts.

But besides wealth, what Reida loved more than anything was freedom. The life of a 
bounty hunter was perfect for her: she woke up and went and slept wherever she 
pleased, she worked alone and on her own terms, and if the money was poor, she could 
always resort to thievery (which was almost as fun). Yet there was also a sadistic 
touch to the fact that she now earned her living taking away the freedom of people 
who were really no more guilty of criminal behavior than herself. She loved seeing 
the terror on the face of some over-confident thief as he realized that he was being 
wheeled off to prison, or the crushing disappointment of some bratty runaway teen 
as it dawned on her that her short excursion into the world of adult freedom and 
delights was over -- and she loved knowing that their defeat would buy her a few 
more months of the very freedom they had lost. 

It was the proximity to her own eluded punishment that excited her -- of knowing 
each time that the person who was getting his or her just desserts could just as 
well have been her, but that it was not. For this reason, she frequently spied on 
the people she had just caught: delighting from a distance in hearing the thief 
wail through the bars of his cell window, or catching a peek of the disobedient 
runaway being spanked into glum obedience over her hated step-mother's knee.

Suddenly, Reida noticed something moving in the middle of the fairy ring. She 
squinted in the reddish light and caught a glimpse of a tiny head of fiery 
red hair and a pair of bobbing, translucent wings. The bounty hunter crawled 
silently out of her hiding place, grabbed her fairy catcher -- which looked like
a large butterfly net -- and began sneaking across the clearing. Moving silently 
was one of the many arts that Reida prided herself on having perfected, and it 
did not take long before she was standing right behind her target. 

"Pooky", it turned out, was a pretty, youthful girl with ivory white skin, and the 
fine, slender limbs of a teenager. She did not have much clothing on -- only a tiny 
red tunic ending halfway down her thighs -- and she was resting her back against a 
particularly large mushroom, with her legs curled up in front of her. Reida did not 
waste a second: she lunged forward and slammed down the net, trapping the pixie as 
well as the mushroom.

"Playtime's over, Pooky! It's back to the cage for you," Reida said, feeling the 
pixie squirm under the net.

"What!? No!" the pixie cried in what sounded like a child's voice. "Who are you? 
Did the old man tell you to do this?"

"Sure, and he's paying me handsomely for it," Reida said with a chuckle, producing 
a thick sack from her backpack.

"But I don't understand! The old man... he didn't need me for anything! He just 
kept me in a cage day after day for no reason, and I hated it so much! Why would 
he care if I was gone or not? It couldn't possibly make any difference to him!" 
The pixie seemed about to burst into tears.

"Well, you see, Pooky," Reida said, "the truth is that we humans just like owning 
things. It doesn't matter if we have any use from them, if they look nice or make 
us feel good, we'll keep them around. And that goes for the "old man" too -- he 
likes keeping you in a cage because you're an exotic, nice-looking thing, and 
there's not a thing in the world you can do about it."

"But I-I'm not a thing!!" the pixie said, tears welling up in the corners of her 
eyes.

"You just don't get it, do you, Pooky? You are what he says you are, and there's 
nothing you can do about it. That's what having power means. Any more stupid 
questions?"

All of this was almost too much for Pooky to handle. Her gentle little soul was 
accustomed to a world of friendly and pretty things: soft dawns and petting mice
and rabbits and the glow of fireflies and rivers of stars in the night sky. She 
could not fathom why someone would capture her and keep her in a cage if she didn't 
like it, much less what kind of monster could derive pleasure from it. And then she 
realized what puzzled her most of all.

"B-but why are *you* doing this?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Y-you're not 
the old man, you have no interest in me! Why don't you let me go? Please let me 
go!"

"Pooky, you little imbecile," Reida said, "I like owning things too. I have to 
own you until I can trade you for something better. Like money, or a bracelet, 
or... mmm... a pretty necklace..."

Reida placed the sack over the butterfly net, causing the world around Pooky to
go dark. The pixie screamed in fear, then found herself swept off her feet, and 
went tumbling down toward the bottom of the sack. She landed promptly on her rear, 
and was about to scream again when she noticed a rough crease underneath her 
sensitive bottom. Getting up on her knees, she examined it, and sure enough -- 
it was a hole that had been sown together with only a thin thread.

It took her about thirty seconds of nimble handiwork to create a large enough hole
to fit both of her skinny legs through. Soon, Reida noticed that her cargo had 
lost a suspicious amount of weight. She turned around, only to discover the pixie
hovering in the air about twelve feet away.

"How did...!? Get back in there!" the bounty hunter shouted as she moved closer to
her mark, but the pixie only turned around and began flying toward safety in the
dense forest.

"Fine! If you fly out of my sight, even for a *second*," Reida yelled, "I'll 
destroy the whole damn clearing."

The pixie stopped mid-air, pondering the threat.

"That's right: I'll stomp on all your pretty flowers, ruin all your mushrooms and
hack down all your cute little trees! And I'm PRETTY sure you wouldn't want any of 
that to happen."

The pixie thought for a bit, then turned around. "Fine, I'll stay within reach," 
she said between gritted teeth. "But if you want me, you'll have to catch me."

With those words, she soared ten feet into the air and sat down on the branch of
an old, knotted oak. 

Reida threw her backpack onto the ground and went to work. She welcomed a little 
challenge, now that she had the pixie's word that she wouldn't escape. After
about a minute she had climbed to the same height as Pooky, and nimbly hoisted
herself up on the same branch, sitting in a steady position with one leg dangling 
on each side of it.

"Now you sparkling little shit, let's see what y- huh?" Reida said, going silent
when she discovered that the pixie was carrying something large and round in her 
arms. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a roll of rope from her backpack.

"Hold on, don't-!" the bounty hunter began, but the pixie had already jumped
off the branch and disappeared. Suddenly, Reida felt something move around her 
ankles. She began kicking her feet, but the noose was already in place -- all
the pixie had to do was pull the rope, and the noose slowly closed itself around 
the bounty hunter's leather-clad calves, until they were grinding up against 
each other.

Reida carefully reached her arm down to untie her legs, but that proved harder
than she had thought. She tried leaning a bit further, and then a bit further
still, but on the fourth time she applied too much weight and ended up toppling 
off the branch with a high-pitched squeal. A moment later, she found herself
hanging upside down by her tied-up ankles.

"Let me go! Let me *go* or I'll *kill* you!!" Reida hissed, her face quickly 
growing red from the rush of the blood to her head.

The pixie perched on a branch just below the human's head, and tugged at her 
silky brown hair. Reida shrieked and looked down, only to be greeted with a 
hard punch to the nose. It hurt so bad that it took a while for Reida to 
process what had happened, since she would never in her life have guessed that 
such a tiny hand could produce such a vicious blow.

"Now you've done it, you little beast!" the bounty hunter cried as she grasped
frantically for the pixie. "I'll get you fo-OOOWWW!!" The pixie had grabbed her
hand and bit down hard on the top of her index finger, causing Reida to pull
back her arm with a howl.

The pixie floated into the air and rotated 180 degrees until she was hovering
upside down in front of Reida's agonized face. Her eyes burned with a feeling
that was entirely new to her: rage. And all of it was trained on the big, dumb,
vain, selfish and altogether terrible creature in front of her, all of its worst
traits seemingly echoed in its crude human features. Compared to the pixie's
pointy, elongated beauty, her fine cheekbones and unnatural slenderness,
the normally agile bounty huntress looked plump and graceless; her face now 
seemed oddly circular, her lips thick and babyish, her hips wide, her 
breasts bulging and her firm backside embarassingly well accentuated. All 
features considered, to the pixie she looked rather like a great, jiggling 
slab of meat.

The bounty huntress, taken aback by the new darkness in her tiny enemy's eyes, 
decided to try something new.

"Hey Pooky," she began, "I think we may have gotten off on the wrong f-"

"My name is *not* Pooky," said the pixie, "I hate that name!"

"Fine then, um... why don't we just- uh... I didn't mean to give the impression
that I wanted to just take you away and put you in a cage without your, uh,
consent... that's something I'd never-"

The pixie lunged forward, grabbed hold of each of the bounty huntress' lips,
and pulled them shut. "Liar!" she yelled, and then pulled each lip toward
her, painfully elongating Reida's plush little mouth into a beak-like shape.

"MmmmmMMMMMpppHHHHH!!!" the bounty huntress screamed, before the pixie finally
let her lips snap back into their proper place.

Once again, Reida tried to grab the pixie, but the latter simply flew two feet
backwards and began to orbit the struggling bounty hunter, inspecting her from
every angle. She wanted to punish her, but she could not think of anything that 
would be severe enough, except... The audacity of the idea gave her chills, but 
it was no less than fair: the human had treated her like a commodity, so it was
no less than fair that she should treat the human the same way.

Reida had managed to bend forward enough to grab hold of the branch with her
right arm, but was just about to reach for her feet with her left hand when she 
felt a piece of rope close itself around her wrist. Moments later, both her arms 
had been placed next to each other and were neatly tied together -- leaving Reida
hugging the branch with all four of her limbs, breasts pushing against the bark,
while hanging upside down beneath it like a monkey.

"Get me down! *Now*!" Reida yelled, squirming uncomfortably.

Suddenly, the pixie began cooing and whistling, and soon thereafter the whole
tree was alive with rustles and chirps. A family of large rainbow-colored birds
with long, sharp beaks landed simultaneously on the branch that the bounty
hunter was hanging from. Two squirrels came scurrying up the trunk, one of which
jumped down on Reida's thigh and burrowed its way into her jacket and undershirt.

"Aaahh!!" Reida gasped as she felt its tiny clawed paws scurry across her belly,
briefly panicking about which region of her anatomy it was headed for. She
felt a tap on her cheek, but had only just turned her head when the pixie stuffed
a huge lump of moss into her mouth so far that it almost stuck in her throat.

"Mmmppphhhggg!!!" she protested, as the pixie darted off to fetch another a load.
Meanwhile, the flock of birds had already lifted off the branch and were now
hovering in the air around her. One of them perched upside down on Reida's
back, and suddenly delivered a swift peck to her right buttock.

"OOWW!! Mwock ibww offww!" Reida yelled, spitting moss. However, she instantly 
felt a new peck on the same cheek, and then another one, and soon the entire 
family of birds were gathered, pricking their needle-sharp beaks into various 
spots on her defenseless rear end. "AAOOWW!! OOWW!! No! AIIE!" As the pecks 
became increasingly merciless, Reida started feeling a draft around her bottom, 
and she realized that seat of her trousers was being picked apart piece by piece.

The pixie was watching from a distance, delighted at the spectacle. Cruelty was
not something that came naturally to her, but seeing this big, greedy troll tied
up and getting her just desserts in such a demeaning way made her break into 
an almost gluttonous smile. The birds were doing a thorough job, and when they
finally stopped, the seat of Reida's tight trousers had been replaced by a gaping 
hole, which -- since she never wore any underwear -- left her wiggling, 
olive-colored rump on full display.

It was around this point that Reida really began to feel scared. Without her 
protective leather pants, those mighty beaks would surely make short work of her 
sorry little ass. Not wanting to part with her precious hindquarters, she decided 
that a change of tactics was in order.

"Pooky, baby, I'm *so* sorry for what I did," the bounty huntress began in the most
sugar-coated voice she could muster. "Do you know what a bitch is, Pooky? That's
what I've been -- a real bitch. Oh naughty, naughty me! But I know you're a sweet 
little thing, Pooky, and you don't like what's happening any more than I do-"

Oh please, the pixie thought, as she landed on the branch and began untying the 
ropes around Reida's arms.

"-so I'm asking you reaaaaaally nicely to please forgive me, sweetie! Pooky, honey-
pie, let's hug and make up, mmkay?"

The ropes around Reida's arms were loosened, and a moment later the bounty hunter
was hanging vertically by her feet instead.

"Wait, hey hey heeey, not in that order! Pooky-kins, if you do that I won't land on
my fee-aaaaaAAAAHHHH!!"

With a loud thud, Reida landed face-first in the underbrush. She slowly stood up on 
wobbly feet and stood for a while rubbing her aching head. Her other hand went
reflexively to her backside, where she traced the perfectly circular hole in her 
pants with her index finger, shuddering at the appalling accuracy of those beaks.

"Whew, Pooky, you really got me for a moment there! Really scary, lemme tell ya.
I sure learned my lesson, yes sir," Reida said, looking nervously around. "So, ah,
can we be friends now? Pleeease?"

Suddenly she gave up a girly shriek -- something had pricked her on her left breast!
She crossed both of her arms in a protective gesture in front of her bosom, but 
pretty soon there was another painful prick in the same place. Panicking, Reida
untied her jacket and continued to shed clothing until there was nothing left on
her upper body to remove. The source of the painful harassment was revealed to be 
the squirrel that had crawled into her jacket; it hung from her tender breast like
a tick, clutching it with all four clawed paws, and two red bite marks were visible
just above it.

"Get off me, you little beast!" Reida wailed and continued to tug at the ferocious
rodent until it came off, after which it slipped nimbly through her fingers and
escaped into the underbrush.

Standing there, one hand protecting her bitten breast and the other ashamedly
covering up her cartoonishly exposed derriere, Reida felt helpless and vulnerable.

"Pooky, let's call a truce! I real-"

Suddenly, her eyes fell upon Pooky, who was sitting on a branch nearby. However,
the pixie was no longer alone. Four other pixies in different-colored tunics were
sitting around her, all of them armed with little bows.

"Is that the one, Valaii?" a pixie wearing blue asked as she placed a tiny arrow
on her string.

"Yes," the pixie whose name emphatically wasn't Pooky replied.

Her friend let the arrow fly. It whirred through the air with a noise not unlike
that of a mosquito, and burrowed into Reida's naked shoulder.

"OWW!!" Despite the arrow being no more than two inches long, and its tip being 
nothing more dangerous than a common rose thorn, it hurt like hell! Even after 
Reida had extracted the projectile, a tiny dark red spot marked the place where 
it had entered her flesh.

"OOHH!!" A second arrow pricked its way into her soft copper-colored belly, just
below the navel.

Panicking, Reida grabbed a large branch and tried to deflect the oncoming volley
of arrows -- but not with much success. A third little arrow burrowed into her
hand -- "OUCH!" -- another into her right breast -- "EEK!" -- and another one 
attached itself to the tip of her nose -- "OOWW!!"

Eventually, the bounty huntress figured that she had had enough. She rushed 
forward with the branch over her head, screaming at the top of her lungs, and 
finally slammed the weapon into the branch that the pixies had been sitting on. 
But, to her great surprise, when the branch fell splintered to the ground, the 
pixies were all gone.

"Now, girls!"

Suddenly ten tiny hands grabbed hold of the hem of the bounty huntress' torn
leather trousers and pulled downward with all their might. The garment fell
all the way down to the stunned hunter's ankles, and from then on the brunette 
was as naked as when she had been born -- everything from her pointy, medium-sized 
breasts to her shapely buttocks and dark little bush was on perfect display.

In a frenzy, Reida began hitting in all directions with the branch, but at every
turn the pixies were quicker. One of the pixies grabbed her hair and began pulling
her backwards by it. Another one latched on to her nipples and began pulling 
at them in an excruciatingly painful fashion. A third pixie began to work on her 
bush -- hovering next to it, she began to rip out large tufts of pubic hairs by the
root.

"OOWW!! AIIEE!! Th-that hurts! EEK! G-g-get off me, you little-!" she screamed
as her hair, breasts and crotch seemed to be pulled in three different directions.

Unbeknownst to the bounty hunter, "Pooky" -- or rather Valaii, which was her real 
name -- was hovering in the air right behind her, eager to add to the arrogant
bitch's misery. The humiliation of the big bully was putting the disillusioned
pixie in a much better mood, and she smiled to herself as she raised her bow and
took careful aim at the flailing giant's round, defenseless derriere.

THWACK! "Ooohh!" An arrow burrowed into Reida's left buttock.

THWACK! "AAH!" A second arrow sunk into her right buttock as well.

The pixie placed a third arrow on her string and waited for the right moment. The
big, clumsy human continued to flail around -- her olive-colored buns looking 
rather like giant gelatinous popsicles with the arrow-handles poking out of their 
fleshy middles -- until eventually she tripped over a root and fell flat on her
breasts, causing her butt to jerk upwards and the glutes to part ever so slightly
to reveal the tiny black orifice Valaii had been looking for.

SCHWING! The arrow went flying, passed perfectly in between the massive soft buns
and disappeared into the bounty huntress's twitching anus. Immediately the
brunette jerked up to her full height and her entire body seemed to tense up from
the unwelcome intrusion.

"O-O-O-OOHHHHH!!" Reida wailed as tears began squeezing their way out of her eyes.

"Nice shot!" one of the other pixies cooed, and the others joined in with applause.
Another one sat down on the bounty huntress' posterior, parted the buttocks
gently, and lo, the arrow had disappeared almost completely up the dark cavity.

"I-it h-h-hurts! *sob* A-and I wanna g-go hooome!" Reida wailed as big, hot tears
came rolling down her cheeks.

"What do you think, girls?" one of the pixies asked.

"I say let's wrap it up!"

"All right then!" The last pixie to have spoken had been hanging suspended from
Reida's last pubic hair (the rest of her bush lay in a pile on the ground), and
once she had finished, she promply ripped out the last hair -- "OOHHH!!" -- and
threw it onto the pile.

When Reida noticed that the pixies were abandoning her, she decided to wait for
ten seconds before looking over her shoulder -- nobody there -- and then began
the painful process of extracting the three arrows from her burning rear. To
find the last one she had to rummage around in her own butthole for what seemed
like ages, and disattaching it from her interior was excruciatingly painful.

Surveying the rest of her body for damage, she discovered with acute embarassment
that her olive-colored snatch was completely bare and smooth -- like a child's.
Blushing, she ran a finger across the soft mound -- "Yeow!" -- but it was still
sore from the harsh treatment. 

Finally she got up on her knees, and tried to stand up -- at which point she
found that her ankles wouldn't obey her. Looking over her shoulder, she was 
shocked to discover that they had somehow been tied up with vines! To make
things even worse, some invisible force was forcing her arms to cross themselves
behind her back, and a second later more vines had materialized out of nowhere
and tied up her wrists in a similar manner.

"H-h-help! It's w-witchcraft!!" She stammered, but fell silent when she heard
a distant neighing, followed by the clattering of hooves. A moment later, a
magnificent white unicorn came bursting into the clearing -- with the five pixies
following right behind it -- and stood scrutinizing the naked bounty huntress.
Then, without warning, it lowered its horn and came charging right at her!

Reida thought her heart was going to stop. She would be skewered like a goose on
a spit! But just as it seemed that her moment of reckoning had come, the powerful 
horn hooked itself under the ropes tying her wrists together and flung her body into 
the air, so that she landed stomach-first on the unicorn's back with such force 
that it knocked the wind out of her.

"Do you remember the way, Valaii?" one of the pixies asked.

"Of course I do. How could I possibly forget?" Valaii answered with a malicious
smile.

* * *

Horatius the archmage was jolted awake by a loud pounding on the door. The noise
sounded funny -- almost as if it had been made by a tiny body flinging itself
against the door rather than a hand. He dressed in seven seconds (which was still
two seconds slower than a master of telekinesis ought to have mustered -- clearly 
he was getting old) and made his way to the door, grumbling to himself.

Imagine his surprise when, after opening the door, he discovered that coarse 
unpleasant bounty hunter girl he had hired sitting completely naked and neatly 
tied up with vines on his front porch. Her hair was a mess and her face was beet
red with shame and humiliation. Five pixies, including his very own Pooky, were
floating in the air close behind her. And, for some reason, a unicorn was grazing
a bit further off.

"Loki's fiddlesticks! I asked a wench to bring me a pixie, not a pixie to bring 
me a wench!" he groaned.

"I'm not going to be kept in a cage any longer," the pixie hissed. "But since you
didn't listen to me last time, I'm going to make you an offer that no human could
possibly refuse: I would like to buy my freedom."

"Hah! *You* would like to *buy* your freedom? With what, pray tell?"

"This human."

The old wizard began laughing so hard that his glasses nearly fell off. "This
human? Hah! HAH! Humans are a dime a dozen, Pooky! If I'd wanted this air-headed
little thief in my possession I would have cast a mind control spell on her the 
moment I met her. Merlin's girdle, what makes you think I could possibly be 
interested in this rude, unwashed, half-witted, uncultured, pudding-breasted 
street wench?"

"How are the gremlins doing?" the pixie asked abruptly.

"Now what would... hrm, making a lot of ruckus as usual. Why do you ask?" the
wizard muttered.

"Perhaps they need a new playmate?"

Suddenly it dawned on Horatius what the pixie was suggesting. A year ago, the
wizard had acquired a flock of gremlins that had turned out to be unexpectedly
difficult to control. Day and night they were screaming and fighting in their
cage, and soon enough Horatius discovered the probable cause: there were no
females in the group. Since gremlins were exceptionally difficult to get hold
of, for a while the wizard had employed young human girls to serve as their
"playmates", intending for these girls to pacify the creatures merely with their
presence. But despite the exceptionally good pay, no girl had ever stayed
on the job longer than two days, citing intolerable sexual harassment and
rough sexual advances as the reason.

"Now that is an interesting proposition... I could keep her indefinitely...
keep the gremlins happy... no more noise... Very well, pixie, I will agree to
that. Please step inside so we can finalize the deal."

* * *

A moment later, Reida found that she was no longer sitting on the porch of the
wizard's house, but somewhere else entirely. The rough wood under her smarting
tail had been replaced with cold stone, which acted like balm on her sore bum.
Her wrists and ankles were no longer tied. Behind a door consisting of thin
metal bars she could see the wizard and the pixie observing her, like two
tourists gawking at a zoo animal.

Suddenly, a hideous troll-like creature came shuffling up to her from a hole
in the wall. It was less than half her height, but its arms and legs looked
powerful nonetheless. It held out a paw and touched her on the nose.

"Hey you," Reida whispered to the creature, "if you help me get out of here
I'll give you something really nice- huh?"

While she was speaking, the gremlin had placed its filthy paws on her naked
breasts and begun to rub them lovingly, squeezing her soft tit-flesh through 
its fingers.

"Um, OK, sure," Reida mumbled, blushing faintly, "I'll let you do that. Touch
my boobs all you like, but remember, you have to help me get ou- HEY!"

Suddenly, the gremlin grabbed her by the hand and began dragging her toward
the opening in the wall. While this happened, other gremlins began appearing
out of the shadowy corners of the cage, all of them yapping and shrieking
around her.

"All right, you can all touch my boobs! But as I said- YEOWW! Stop that!"

The gremlin had given her a sharp smack on the ass, and was now pointing
toward the hole in the wall. When Reida didn't do anything, he gave her another
spank on the tush -- this time much harder.

"OOWW! Hey, LISTEN! It's VERY bad manners to slap a girl on the butt, and
if you EVER want to touch my boobs again, you'd be- EEEKK!"

The other gremlins were now joining in, shrieking and pointing toward the
hole in the wall, and all the while raining down smacks on the naked woman's
quickly reddening buns. Suddenly one of the gremlins lunged forward and placed
his paw on Reida's unprotected vagina, rubbing it gently with his thumb and 
index finger.

"N-n-no, you CAN'T touch me there! My ladyparts are off-limits- YEEEOOWWW!!"

As the slaps grew harder and more frequent, and poor Reida felt her bottom
hotten up quicker than that of a naughty schoolgirl bent over the teacher's
desk, the brunette eventually had no choice but to go down on all fours and 
begin to crawl through the small opening.

And this was the last that Valaii saw of the disgraced bounty hunter -- two
slender legs, a wiggling olive-colored bottom and a shaved snatch being forced 
through a hole in the wall with smacks and pinches, and eventually pushed all
the way inside when a hard gremlin foot gave the hesitant rump a final stomp.
The gremlins all followed her inside, licking their lips and rubbing their
erect members.

"Marvellous," the old wizard cooed. "That piece of tail will keep them occupied
for a while. And you, pixie, I suppose you want some reward as well?"

"Only that which you had promised her," Valaii said. "I want to know what this
'money' feels like."

"You don't miss much, do you? Very well, then, I seem to remember something about
a thousand gold pieces, hrm, now where did I...?"

* * *

And so the five pixies left the wizard's home and set out the way they came, all 
of them hovering near the ground in order to drag the massive sack of coins that 
Valaii now legally owned.

"Where did you have in mind?"

"Just by the bridge, over there."

The pixies dragged the sack all the way up to a nearby bridge overlooking a
muddy creek. Then, nodding to each other, they unceremoniously dumped the sack of 
gold coins into the water, watched it sink to the bottom and then began their
journey back to the forest, laughing and cheering all the way home.

THE END