Prologue

Far away, over snowy peaks and fertile dales, through harsh deserts of stinging sand, past the brilliant flowers of the meadowlands, and hundreds of leagues across the silver sea, lies the enchanted Forest of Ardor. The people who live and farm the outskirts of this forest have known the truth for generations, as long as people have been there: Ardor is the seat of a mysterious and powerful fairy kingdom, one whose dealings are inexorably tied to the natural world. In the Forest of Ardor, and in the surrounding farmlands, good weather depends upon the good relations between Oberon, the fairy king, and Titania, the fairy queen. No human has ever laid eyes on this fairy royalty, and very few even claim to have seen an actual fairy, but the farmers have learned, from hundreds of years of experiences both good and bad, that they must respect the fairies and pay homage to them, or else risk angering them. 

The fairies of Ardor can be hard to predict, and the farmers have learned that their wrath is something to fear. If angered, the fairies might knock over a jug of cream or cause mold to grow quickly across cheese; they might cause nightmares in children; they might cause haystacks to burst into flame; they might make livestock infertile, or even cause them to die. Years back, one young man had the foolish audacity to thumb his nose at the forest, claiming that all this talk of fairies was “old wives’ tales.” Two days later, his pregnant heifer gave birth to a stillborn calf. The man had learned his lesson. And so, like the rest of the farmers, he started to do things that the fairies like: he put out bowls of fresh milk for them at night, sometimes even plopping in a fat red strawberry; he made sure to leave a portion of his harvest on their doorsteps as an offering; he refrained from burning sage in his house; and he even made sure to keep his hearth swept each night. The next spring, the same heifer bore him a healthy, vigorous young calf. The fairies always notice. 

Many nights these farmers have heard the distant piping of fairy music deep within the forest, and some swear that they have actually seen, with their own eyes, fairies dancing in step in magical rings on the outskirts of Ardor. When asked to describe what the fairies looked like, these people have a difficult time. Some say that the fairies are the size of normal humans, and some say they are even bigger. Still others claim that these fairies dancing about in rings could not have been more than a few feet tall, or smaller. Confusion reigns among the people who claim to have seen the fairies, and often, they try and revisit the spots where they saw them, hoping to catch another glimpse. Almost invariably, they never see them again. 

A few times, however, people have been enchanted by the sight of these fairies and have actually ventured into the forest in pursuit — none of these people have ever returned, and the farmers fear the worst. They feel that Ardor is an enchanted place, and not a proper place for humans. They feel, perhaps correctly, that Ardor is dangerous, and because of this widespread belief, people dare not venture in, for fear of offending the fairies with their trespass. It is enough for these people to live on the outskirts of this strange forest, where odd, bizarre, and extraordinary things often happen without explanation. In addition to the occasional distant and otherworldly meander of a fairy flute or harp deep within the forest, the farmers hear unexplained screams or groans that sometimes seem to come from within the forest itself, and sometimes seem to come up from the very bowels of the earth. The farmers have reported mysterious lights that flash at midnight between the darkened tree trunks, and one has even claimed to have seen the towering head of a giant fairy scaling the treetops. Another old woman tells the story of a day when she was watering a daffodil by her window, and a tiny fairy that had been sleeping in the flower woke up coughing and spitting when she watered the plant. There are hundreds of stories just like these, all unique, and all strange. No one really knows what happens in the Forest of Ardor, but everyone can agree that in this enchanted realm, the fairies hold sway. 


Chapter One: Puck's Gift 

Nature is in a crisis: Oberon and Titania, king and queen of the Fairy Realm of Ardor, are in a fight. Titania had befriended one of her human worshippers from the Orient, and had spent long nights in India together watching merchant ships sail for their distant destinations. Titania’s human friend and worshipper had been pregnant at the time, and the two had delighted in watching the winds make the sails “pregnant,” billowing hugely into the warm night. But her human friend had died in childbirth, and Titania vowed to take the human child and raise him as her own changeling in Ardor. As soon as he saw the human boy, however, Oberon wanted the changeling for his own, and demanded that Titania hand him over. She firmly and proudly refused, and the two have been quarreling ever since.

Their fight has upset the natural order of Ardor. Oberon has been fuming over Titania’s perceived slight, and his jealous acrimony has prevented Titania and her fairy train from performing their nightly dances. Without the fairy dances to placate it and assuage its natural violence, nature has been thrown into upheaval. Strange and noxious fogs rise up out of the silver sea and cover the land, so that rivers overflow. The green corn rots in its husks before it even becomes ripe. The farmers’ sheep are afflicted with mysterious diseases that cause them to shed their coats, and eventually die; crows grow fat eating the dead bodies of these diseased sheep that lie in the fallow fields, fields once green that are now filled with mud. The cold and haggard moon, desiring the fairy dance and song, receives nothing, and so angrily in retaliation fills the air with pestilence. The normal cadence of the seasons is completely thrown off — Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter are all mixing together in a weird and unnatural consolidation. It is a bad time for the humans who live near Ardor.

Deep within the forest, however, is another story. The fairies themselves are not nearly as affected as humans by the odd changes in the seasons and weather. They see the fight between their king and queen as something normal and tiresome — Oberon and Titania love each other, yes, but their fights are always so public and dramatic. Still, though, the fairies wondered what they could expect from two rulers so intense and regal. So it was times like these when they would sit back and find ways to amuse themselves while they waited for the argument to blow over. 

On this particular night, Titania’s fairy train had been dealing with something quite extraordinary indeed. Their mistress had apparently fallen in love with adonkey-headed human who had stumbled into her forest lair while she was sleeping. As soon as she awoke, Titania had instantly fallen in love with this odd mixture of human and donkey, and had commanded her fairies to scratch its ears, get it food, sing to it, and on and on and on. They had done so — they had fed it apricots, dewberries, purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. They had fetched it stacks of dripping honeycomb from the unwary bees, and softly plucked the wings from willing butterflies to fan the moonbeams from its sleeping eyes…in other words, they had kept this human-creature awake so that their mistress could fawn over it. Eventually, though, it had insisted on going to sleep, and Titania sent her fairies away so that she could snuggle up with her ass-headed love in private. And so her fairy train, Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed, all left their queen to sleep with the creature of her infatuation, and as soon as they got out of earshot, they started to gossip. 

“Wooowwwww…” was all Peaseblossom could utter as she stared wide-eyed at her compatriots. 

“Yyyeeeaaahhhhhh…” enjoined Cobweb awkwardly, her eyes dancing with humor. 

“Mmhmmmmm…” added Moth, shaking her head and arching her lovely eyebrows.

“Humph!” said Mustaardseed in mock annoyance, plopping her butt down on a particularly large toadstool. “Now what?” They had reached a tiny and secret clearing deep in a forest glade, where a nearly silent spring bubbled up from an ancient stone fountain. 

“Well,” said Peaseblossom as she leaned her smooth lithe body against the fountain and pointed back at the dense thickets where their mistress slept, “all I know is that we shouldn’t go back there for a while.”

“You can say that again,” laughed Cobweb as she messed with the silvery filaments of her abounding hair. “I’ll try just about anything with those farm animals, but when they get spliced onto humans…well,” and here she winked at the others, “maybe it’s just a little too much for me.” 

“Oh please, Cobweb!” retorted Peaseblossom, running her dainty hands over the cold smoothness of the fountain, “too much for you? Come on, after the things I’ve seen you do…?”

Cobweb blushed a bit as she shrugged her shoulder, bowing her head to hide her mischievous laugh. 

“Yeah, I have to say,” said Moth, picking tiny bluebells from the earth as she watched her friends giggling, “I think it’s pretty hot.” 

Mustardseed snorted from her toadstool: “Of course you do, Moth!” She looked at her other two friends, appealing to them in mockery for help. “Are either of you surprised that she’s into this?” 

“A bumbling human man with the head of a donkey being treated like the king of the fairies himself by our mistress?” asked Peaseblossom wryly, sticking her hand in the fountain and twirling it around in the cold water, “All wrapped up in her embrace right now…all warm and cozy with her in her flowery bower….” Peaseblossom continued as she stared dreamily into the forest, “She’s probably making it lick her heavenly cunt right now as we speak.” 

“Ooooo,” intoned Cobweb, sidling up to Peaseblossom at the fountain and sticking her fingers into her friend’s sides, “It sounds like someone’s a little jealous.” 

“Am not!” shot back Peaseblossom quickly and she tried to get away from Cobweb’s tickling fingers. When that failed, she started splashing water from the fountain in her face, causing to laugh and spit in response. 

“Well I sure am,” said Moth, who had crushed the bluebells in her hands while Peaseblossom was speaking — her dainty fairy hands were now stained adark blue from the flowers’ juices, and she dropped their dehydrated petals onto the forest floor as she stared off indistinctly in the direction of Titania’s bower. “Just thinking about our queen’s snatch makes my mouth water.” And Moth’s mouth was literally watering — she had to smack her lips and recollect herself after a fat, clear, and sweet-smelling gob of saliva dropped from her mouth with an audible thud to the forest floor. 

Mustardseed’s mouth was watering too. “Can you imagine,” she said from her toadstool, her eyes glassing over, “that thing eating Titania out? Those massive horse lips? And that long, huge, rough horse tongue?? All the way up inside her…?” The four fairies were silent for a moment, imagining what Mustardseed was describing, and they were all filled with intense lust and longing. 

“Of all the fairies in Ardor,” came a new and playful voice, making them all look round, “you four take the cake.” They all looked in different directions for several moments, until Peaseblossom uttered a salutary greeting — she had seen where the voice had come from. It was Puck, one of Oberon’s favorite fairy henchmen. He had been hiding in the fountain, and had emerged when Peaseblossom stuck her hand in. 

“Puck!” exclaimed Peaseblossom happily, “Lovely to see you! Why don’t you come a bit closer — I have such a story to tell you.” She made to move closer to the other fairy, causing him to jump out of the fountain and backtrack. He had enough experience with these four to now to keep his distance. The last time one of them caught up to him, they hadn’t released him for two days straight. He glanced down at his exposed penis (all fairies are naked) as he remembered what it had looked like after those two days…bruised and discolored beyond recognition. He hadn’t been the same for weeks after. And as he looked at the hungry expression on Peaseblossom’s face, and on the faces of the others as they watched him, he couldn’t help but marvel at the four’s collective appetite. Did anything satisfy them anymore? He’d find out soon enough — he had a present for them that he thought they’d enjoy. 

“No,” Puck said to Peaseblossom, continuing to back away, “I know better than to let you get close.” She pouted her lips in mock disappointment as she produced a finger in front of her face and inserted it slowly into her mouth, drawing it in and out, in and out, as she looked with deep eyes at Puck. He felt his dick harden at her advances, and it didn’t help that Mustardseed had hopped off her toadstool and was also advancing on him, extending her long tongue at him beginning to flick it back and forth with inhuman speed. The fairy felt his breathing grow shallow. Had he made a mistake? Would he be able to withstand them? Now Cobweb and Moth had joined the group, and they all surrounded him, with his back to the fountain. A cold lust burned in their eyes. Puck could tell they were growing hungry from the lack of their mistress, and while he could not hope to satisfy them in any way approaching what she could do, he knew that they saw him as a temporary substitute. Peaseblossom started to wrap her hands around his waist. 

“W-wait!” he cried desperately, his cock almost at full mast by now. 

“W-what?” said Peaseblossom mockingly, “what is it Puck? Speak quickly, before it’s too late.” Cobweb had started running her fingers through his hair and Moth had knelt down and was starting to lick his toes. Mustardseed was on her knees, as if in contemplation, silently regarding his cock.

“I-I have a gift for you four!” Puck managed to blurt out. 

“Ooooo!” squealed Peaseblossom, pinching his sides. “A gift! You hear that, girls? Puck comes bearing gifts!” 

“I know he does,” murmured Moth from below, her deft tongue sliding cleverly in between his toes. “Twelve, to be exact!” She extended her tongue even further and used it to count. “One two three four five six on this foot, and seven eight nine ten eleven twelve on this foot!” She growled in pleasure and laughed as she lustily stuffed half of his entire foot into her mouth. 

“Oh I know he comes bearing gifts,” added Mustardseed dreamily, leaning in to wet the purple head of his cock with her talented tongue. “This right here is gift enough for me.” She swirled her tongue about the head, round and round, and then breathed in heavily before taking his entire engorged length into her mouth. Puck was well-hung, even for a fairy, but not many lengths, save that of Oberon (which, it was fabled, could only be completely throated by Titania herself) were too big for Mustardseed. She hummed deeply against Puck’s cock as she swallowed it to its hilt. 

“Ahhh, I—I—uh….uh…” stammered the fairy, unable to form his words correctly. He knew that he was taken, and that it was too late to resist. His eyes rolled back as the four fairies caressed him and mouthed him and lipped him and sucked him until he came and came in their mouths, across their faces, in their eyes and ears, and in their hair. They refused to stop until they had covered themselves in his cum. 

Hours later, Puck lay flat on his back next to the fountain, totally drained of his energy, as the four fairies laughed and frolicked near him in the glade, all of them sticky with his cum. They were playing games with it, scooping it off their skin and swirling it around and mixing it with their spit and throwing it and spitting it at each other. After a while, Peaseblossom called out to Puck, who had managed to prop his head up on the fountain to watch the fairies at their play. 

“So Puck…you were saying?” 

Puck stared dumbfounded for a moment. What had he been saying?

“About the gift that you brought us?” Cobweb reminded him, looking at him upside down from her play. 

“Oh! Yes, yes the gift,” said Puck, recovering a bit and managing to sit up fully against the fountain. “Well, just to start, this was all my master’s doing and I had nothing to do with it.” 

“Oh!” said Peaseblossom as she crawled on all fours over closer to Puck, “this is an intriguing start!” The other fairies followed her, until they were all kneeling or sitting in a semicircle around Puck. He knew they would have another go at him if he didn’t keep talking, and so he did. 

“Well, you know that Oberon is pissed at Titania right now…”

“And totally unfairly too,” said Peaseblossom spiritedly. 

“Yep!” agreed Cobweb, nodding her head vigorously. 

“It’s not even a question, really,” said Moth softly, but with conviction. 

“He’s totally out of order,” enjoined Mustardseed. 

“No argument there, none at all,” said Puck quickly, holding up his hands. “But be that as it may, he’s still pretty mad, and so, ummm…” and here Puck paused, not sure how to proceed without angering the four.

“Well?” inquired Peaseblossom. “Don’t stop now. What did Oberon do?” 

“He, uh…well, he…” 

“Or more specifically,” cut in Mustardseed, “what did he have you do?” 

If the four hadn’t just sucked Puck dry five times over, he might have been sweating by this point. “Well…ok fine I’ll just tell it to you all straight.” 

“We’d like that,” said Moth quietly, a soft smile gracing her face. 

Puck took a deep breath and then just let it all out. “So….Oberon told me about this time he saw Cupid shoot one of his love arrows at a beautiful young virgin who was sitting on a throne in the West, but the moonbeams got in the way and made the arrows miss, and instead of hitting the virgin they went wide and one of them hit this gorgeous white flower, turning its purple with love’s wound.” 

“Yes?” said Peaseblossom inquiringly. “Go on…”

“I like the way he tells a story,” said Cobweb cheerfully, her hands in her chin. 

“Shhhhh,” said Mustardseed, causing Cobweb stuck her tongue out at her.

“So,” continued Puck, encouraged that the four seemed interested, “Oberon told me to go find this purple flower and bring it, uh…back to him. I flew halfway around the world in a snap…you four know how fast I am….”

“Oh we know,” said Peaseblossom, winking at the others, “you’re definitely…quicker than most.” The other three giggled. 

“Anyway,” said Puck, a bit annoyed, “I brought him back the flower and he squeezed its juices on Titania’s eyes while she was asleep.”

“What??” shouted Peaseblossom, standing up suddenly. 

“On her eyes??” yelled Mustardseed, also standing up. 

“While she was asleep?” added Moth, who remained sitting but who was nonetheless incensed. 

“Yes, yes, all of that,” said Puck, speaking even quicker and holding his hands up in earnest. He wandered briefly why he had gotten himself into all this mess until he remembered the gift he carried. They would like it — he knew they would. And it would distract them enough to let him roam the forest glades for a while in peace. “And the flower’s juice makes the user fall madly in love with the first creature that he or she sees.”

“Wow,” said Peaseblossom. She seemed to have calmed down.

“I didn’t know there was such a thing,” said Cobweb curiously, stroking her chin. 

“Is there more?” asked Moth hopefully. 

“No,” said Puck, newly encouraged by their interest. “No, but…there’s more to the story. I’ll get to that in a second. I just want you to understand that the flower’s juice is not permanent. The spell can be undone, just by squeezing it onto the eyes again.” 

“Cute,” said Peaseblossom, sticking a finger behind her ear and collecting a fingerfull of leftover cum that she quickly plopped in her mouth. “So…you don’t have any for us. And…Oberon fucked over Titania and now she’s in love with that…that thing.” 

“Which, by the way,” asked Mustardseed, “what is that thing? Is it a human? A donkey? A mixture? What the hell?” 

“Look at his face,” said Moth, pointing to Puck’s mouth, which was beginning to curl into a bit of a smile, “he totally has something to do with it.” 

“Well, how about it Puck?” asked Peaseblossom, now thoroughly interested and trying to hide her own mirth. “What did you do this time?” 

Puck glanced around mischievously for a moment, enjoying the four’s attention (they were, after all, the most beautiful in Ardor, save for Titania herself), before saying, “Well, it’s a human and its name is….get this: Bottom.” 

“Bottom??” laughed Peaseblossom. “What the fuck?” The other fairies joined in laughter. 

“Yeah,” Puck continued, “and, well, he and his friends were rehearsing some kind of play in the forest —”

“In the forest?” interrupted Mustardseed. “They must not be from around here.” 

“They’re some kind of traveling troup,” said Puck. “Anyway, you’ve never seen such bumbling, foolish creatures as in this group. And Bottom was the most bungling, and the most preposterous, so naturally he was their leader.” 

“As it happens, apparently,” said Cobweb, looking in the direction of Peaseblossom, who threw a clod of dirt back in her direction, which Cobweb dodged. 

“Anyway,” said Puck, sensing that his time was dwindling, “I thought: why not spice all this up a bit? And since his name was “Bottom” I thought, why not change Bottom’s head into the head of a donkey, an animal that the humans also call an “ass.” You get it? Like, the human name for a “butt” is “bottom,” but they also call a butt an “ass,” and since I turned his head into a donkey’s head, he —”

“We get it,” said Cobweb, mildly amused. 

“You have a funny way about you, Puck,” said Mustardseed, smiling slightly. 

“A bit quirky, a bit off kilter, but still funny,” agreed Moth, nodding her head up and down. 

“And so…Titania saw this Bottom, complete with ass’s head, when she woke up?” asked Peaseblossom.

“Yes,” said Puck, hoping sincerely that they would remain in their cheery mood. 

“And Titania fell in love with him?”

“Yes.”

Peaseblossom was silent for a few moments, as if trying to decide how she felt about it all. A low rumble started from somewhere, and Puck realized that Moth had started to shake with quiet laughter. She glanced up at Mustardseed, her eyes dancing, and Mustardseed was not able to hold her own laughter in any longer. It spread from fairy to fairy, until all four of them were doubled over in silvery, high-pitched laughter. Even Puck could not contain himself and joined in. After all, it was a pretty ridiculous scenario. 

After a few minutes quieted down. “The gift,” said Peaseblossom suddenly. “What did you bring us, Puck?” 

“Oh, right!” he said. He knew they would enjoy this part. “Well,” he said slowly, with purpose, “you know those arrows cupid shot?”

“Yes…” Peaseblossom said. The four fairies grew especially attentive.

“Well, one of them hit that white flower, and turned it purple, and infused it with wild and uncontrollable lust.”

“Keep going…” said Peaseblossom. 

“Well,” said Puck, enjoying their intrigue, “that wasn’t the only errant arrow that hit something. Another one of Cupid’s arrows missed the virgin and hit another flower. A violet.” 

Moth gave a sharp intake of breath as the other fairies sat listening breathless, not daring to believe what they were hearing just yet. 

“And,” said Puck, “while I was on this errand for Oberon, I saw this violet that had been wounded by the arrow.”

“Yes?” Peaseblossom managed breathlessly. 

“It had turned a jet black,” said Puck, “and I couldn’t help myself. I bent down to test the flower’s juices on my finger….and, well, it worked. I undid the spell, and then carefully crushed the flower’s juices into this vial here.” Puck produced a glass vial from behind his hair, and inside its stoppered container, the four fairies could see the viscous, sparkly liquid, black as night, slowly swirling. The four fairies were mesmerized. 

“I knew that you four would like it,” said Puck, “so I collected it for you.” He reached out the vial to Peaseblossom, who would have grasped it if he hadn’t pulled it back. “But before I give it to you,” he said, “do you four promise to leave me alone for a bit so I can just go about my business? I…uh, kind of fucked some things up with Oberon and I need to fix them and I can’t have you four running rampant and holding me hostage.”

“We promise,” the four of them said in unison. They wanted to start playing with the potion that Puck held, for the four of them could tell by its sight and by its sweet smell what it was. 

“Ok, it’s a deal,” said Puck, handing Peaseblossom the vial. She took it from him, and the other three eagerly crowded around her. Puck got up on unsteady feet and made to leave. Peaseblossom looked up after him. “Thank you Puck,” she said sincerely. 

He waved his hand nonchalantly. “Don’t mention it.” He made to limp away, calling after them as he left, “Enjoy the shrink potion!”

The four fairies stood silent for a moment, all eagerly crowded around the glass vial that Peaseblossom held carefully in her hands. The jet-black contents sparkled mysteriously as the potion swirled lazily around in its container. The four watched it moving, mesmerized. 

“So,” said Peaseblossom carefully after a few moments, her body quivering with excitement, “who gets to try it first?” They all looked around at each other, exchanging impish glances and wide eyes. But pretty soon, Peaseblossom, Cobweb, and Mustardseed were all looking at Moth, who immediately began blushing a deep and adorable shade of red. 

“W-what…m-meee?” she asked her compatriots, barely able to contain her excitement. “No, no, come on, you guys, at least let one of you go before me —” But she was cut off by her friends. Cobweb had lovingly put her soft and dainty fairy hand over Moth’s mouth. 

“Shhhhh,” she cooed into Moth’s ear, as Mustardseed swept in behind her and secured both of her arms in a gentle but vice-like grip. Mustardseed tugging Moth backwards, so that she tottered on her feet a moment before falling; Mustardseed caught her as she fell and wrapped an arm around her ample fairy chest, securing her from behind in a half-standing, half-falling position. 

“Oh nnoooo!” squealed Moth in jest through Cobweb’s hand, playfully attempting to squirm free of Mustardseed’s grip. “No! Not me! Don’t shrink me! Don’t shrink me pleaasseeee!!” 

“Oh we’re gonna shrink you, all right,” said Cobweb lustily, “we’re gonna shrink you down so small that you won’t be able to understand what we say to you anymore.” She aggressively took two of her long fingers and shoved them into Moth’s snatch, which was already dripping visibly in anticipation. “Our words will sound like thunder to you.” 

“Nnooo!!” cried Moth, unable to disguise her glee and her arousal, playacting terror as Peaseblossom advanced on her with the potion, shaking the vial back and forth flirtatiously in her face. 

“Oh yes,” breathed Peaseblossom vigorously as she stared intensely into Moth’s eyes, “You’re gonna get tiny, Moth…teeny teeny tiny…so tiny that when we drop you into this stone fountain here,” — and she indicted to the fountain Puck had emerged from hours before — “you won’t be able to see from end to end. It’ll be like an ocean to you.” 

“Oh please, oh please no! No, I don’t want to be that tiny! I don’t want to, I don’t want to!!” 

“Too bad,” said Peaseblossom, uncorking the vial. She wafted the vapors toward her nose with an exquisite hand, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she shivered in pleasure. “It smells like dewberries,” she told the others, holding it up to each of their noses to sniff. She turned once more to her captive friend. “It’s happening Moth,” she said. “Cobweb, if you would be so kind?” 

Cobweb gripped Moth’s mouth firmly, forcing it open. Moth tried to struggle and spit and close her mouth, but Cobweb and Mustardseed both held her firmly, mocking her halfhearted attempts to escape. 

“Bottom’s up!” said Peaseblossom with a wink, and swiftly poured a swig of the black viscous potion into Moth’s mouth. 

“Woah, woah! Enough there!” said Mustardseed immediately, seeing how much Peaseblossom had poured in. “That’s too much!” Her voice carried no hint of jest — she was actually concerned. 

“Close her mouth, close her mouth” ordered Peaseblossom to Cobweb, ignoring Mustardseed’s concern. Cobweb did as she was told, forcing Moth’s mouth shut. Peaseblossom re-corked the vial and quickly pinched Moth’s nose shut, forcing her to swallow the entire contents of the potion. 

“There we go, there we go…get it all down,” said Peaseblossom. Moth was twisting left and right, fighting with more energy and spirit than she had before…it appeared like she was fighting for real now. Her eyes screwed up in her head and rolled back left and right as her body thrashed back and forth violently. 

“Ok, ok!” shouted Mustardseed, “She’s swallowed it all — she got it all! Let her go — let her go!” And all at once the three released her. She spun out of their grasp on uneven feet and stumbled around for a few steps before she regained her footing, gasping for breath the whole time as if she had just come up from deep underwater. She turned to look at Peaseblossom, utterly outraged. All sense of play had vaporized. 

“What did you do??” she cried at Peaseblossom, panicking. “That was way too much!”

“Yeah, Pease,” said Mustardseed cautiously, looking at Moth with real concern in her voice, “I think that was way too much.” Cobweb stood silently, waiting to see what would happen. 

“W-what are you talking about?” asked Peaseblossom uneasily, shrugging her shoulders, “what I gave her was fine!” 

“Fine?!” yelled Moth indignantly, stamping her foot on the forest floor, “Fine??” You made me drink like 5 swigs of that stuff!! It’s gonna make me way toooooooooo……” — but her words were suddenly coming out in a much higher pitch, and her eyes flashed around in a panic. She only had time to give her three friends a look of horror before she suddenly and quickly began to shrink. She yelled out in a high-pitched scream, attempting to run towards her friends, but as she shrunk she tripped over her own feet and fell right beside the toadstool Mustardseed had been sitting on earlier. Her prostrate form shrank rapidly and incredibly before their eyes; in a matter of seconds she shrank to the size of a child, and then a cat, and a pinecone, and a raspberry, and more and more until they couldn’t see her anymore. 

The fairies rushed over to their friend, all of them concerned, but Peaseblossom especially so. She was wringing her hands and muttering, “Oh no! Oh no! I fucked up — oh gods above, what have I done??” 

They reached the spot where they had seen Moth seemingly shrink down into nothing, and they all stopped a safe few feet away, making sure that they didn’t crush their unseen friend. The three fairies stood there silently for a few moments, staring hard at the spot where Moth was a few seconds before. From their perspective, it looked like she had disappeared entirely. 

“Well,” said Cobweb slowly after a minute or so, “does anyone see her?” 

“No,” said Mustardseed, looking hard. Peaseblossom had stopped looking and was pacing back and forth, her hands twisting around each other in anxiety. “Would you knock it off?” said Mustardseed to her after a few moments, irritated. “It’s not like you killed her or anything.” 

“N-no,” said Peaseblossom, sounding like she was about to cry, “b-but what if w-we lost her and she gets eaten by…by some insect or s-something?” 

“That won’t happen,” said Mustardseed firmly, gripping her friend and giving her a shake. She pointed next to the toadstool. “We know she’s right there. Right. There. We just need to find her.” 

Cobweb was bending down carefully over the spot Moth was last seen, and she ever so slowly arched her graceful neck and bent her ear down to the ground. 

“W-what are you —” said Peaseblossom, still a blundering mess, but Cobweb cut her off. 

“Shhh,” she said. “I’m listening.” They were all silent for a few seconds, then a minute, as Cobweb kept her ear to the ground, slowly scanning this way and that. Mustardseed was still holding Peaseblossom, who had buried her face in her friend’s shoulder. 

“There,” said Cobweb suddenly, pointing with her finger. “She’s right there.” The other two fairies rushed over to the spot and looked at where she was pointing. 

“W-where?” said Peaseblossom after a few moments. “I can’t see her.” 

“Neither can I, you twit,” said Cobweb. “But she’s there. I can hear her.” The other two bent down carefully where Cobweb had been, and lowered their ears to the ground. At first they heard nothing but the ordinary sounds of the forest, but then, as their ears grew more trained, they realized that there was something else…the tiniest hint of another sound…the merest inkling of a high-pitched cry. If they hadn’t been listening hard for any clue of Moth’s whereabouts, they wouldn’t have caught heard her, even if their ears were as close to her as they were. 

“Here, give me that,” said Cobweb to Peaseblossom, gesturing for the vial. Peaseblossom hesitated a moment. 

“Come on!” said Cobweb forcefully, “apparently you can’t be trusted with that!” Peaseblossom had to admit she was right, and reluctantly handed over the vial. 

“Just…please reverse it slowly,” she said nervously. “I don’t want her growing back to her full size until she forgives me.” 

“Or bigger…” put in Mustardseed. 

“What?” said Peaseblossom in alarm. 

“I mean,” said Mustardseed, arching her eyebrow, “what if it works that way? What if you can reverse the shrinking and grow bigger than you were before?” 

“Can it do that?” asked Peaseblossom, worried. “Is that how it works? Oh, please Cobweb, do it slowly, won’t you? I don’t want her to grow too big — she’ll kill me!” 

“No she won’t,” said Cobweb, carefully preparing the vial, “but I wouldn’t blame her if she’s pissed.” She leaned over the spot where Moth was and whispered, slowly and quietly:

“Hold your breath, Moth! This’ll only take a second!” 

“There’s no way she can understand you at that size,” said Mustardseed. 

Cobweb shrugged. “Doesn’t hurt to try.” Then she bent to her work, the other two watching her intently. Ever so gently, she brought the vial close to Moth’s spot on the ground and tipped it with the slightest touch, depositing a single drop onto the ground. It made impact and slowly sank into earth, leaving atiny dark stain. The three crouched close and waited. After about half a minute there was no change. Peaseblossom was trying to steady her breathing as she stared with increasing anxiety at the stain on the ground. 

“Give her another drop,” said Mustardseed, and Cobweb did. A minute passed, with still no apparent change. Cobweb was growing anxious herself, and poured another drop. A few seconds later…

“Aha!” said Cobweb, her mouth spreading into a grin, “I see her!” 

“Where?” asked Peaseblossom and Mustardseed in unison, and their eyes followed to where Cobweb was pointing. And there she was…unmistakable against the backdrop of dirt, grass, and little flowers, they all saw Moth, who at this point couldn’t have been taller than a few millimeters. They all peered at her closely, overcome with joy (especially Peaseblossom). They could hear her little screams, and as their eyes got more trained to her size they could see that she was stamping her feet. 

“A little more, I think,” said Cobweb, and she tilted the vial. But from her excitement at having seen Moth, she misjudged her momentum, and ended up dumping a healthy splash of the potion over Moth.

“Cobweb!” chided Mustardseed, “Come on now!” 

“Whoops!” cried Cobweb, “too much there!” They all kept looking at Moth, who had been knocked to the ground by the force of the potion splashing over her. A few seconds later she was growing right before their eyes. She grew to the size of a thimble, a walnut, and a turnip, finally stopping when she was the size of a husk of corn. 

“There we go!” said Cobweb, “See, that was actually the perfect amount!” They all three breathed a collective sigh of relief. Peaseblossom was overcome with emotion and started crying from relieved happiness. 

“Oh Moth!” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry!! You’re ok now — you’re safe!” 

Unswayed by Peaseblossom’s show of contrition, Moth had made a direct beeline for Peaseblossom with her little feet, and once she reached her comparatively giant friend, she had starting kicking her in the shin and peppering her shapely calf muscle with her tiny fists. 

“You. Fucking. Idiot!!” she yelled in a slightly more high-pitched voice, laying into Peaseblossom for all she was worth. Peaseblossom laughed through her tears and looked down at Moth’s assault, smiling at how cute she looked when she was that angry and that tiny. 

“I’m so sorry,” repeated Peaseblossom, laughing as she wiped her eyes and snorted away the snot of her anxiety. She reached down and picked up Moth in one hand, her fingers easily going all the way around her friend’s body. Peaseblossom brought Moth up to her face and smiled at her lovingly, her eyes still sparkling with tears.

“I got carried away,” she continued, holding Moth a few feet from her face to avoid her fists and feet, since Moth kept punching and kicking out at her. “I’ll be more careful next time.” 

“Oh sure you will,” snapped Moth sarcastically in midair, giving up on her assault. “Now grow me back all the way. I’ve had enough of being small for one day.” 

Peaseblossom looked at Moth with love in her eyes, and then turned to Cobweb and Mustardseed, her eyes becoming mischievous. They returned her look in kind. 

“Ohhhhh no,” said Moth emphatically. “Oh no. No you don’t. Don’t you three even dare.” 

“What’s the matter, Moth?” asked Cobweb, her voice like syrup, “Don’t you like yourself at this size?” She took her finger and started rubbing the tip of it gently over Moth’s exposed breasts. 

“Stop it,” said Moth, starting to breathe hard. “Stop it, Cobweb, you fucking bitch!” Her nipples had already responded immediately to Cobweb’s teasing touch, and in a few moments were quite obviously rock hard. 

“Look at her little nips!” cried Mustardseed delightedly, rounding on Moth and touching her breasts with her own finger. “They’re as hard as those little buds of Indian Corn we pick in Autumn!” 

“Fuck you all!” squealed Moth, her body gyrating involuntarily in pleasure. “Fuck you all to the moon and back — I wanna get bigger!” 

“But we like you at this size,” said Peaseblossom, who had fully recovered her emotions. She felt Moth’s hands and feet with her fingers, squeezing on them gently, testing them for size. “Look at this!” she continued, “Look at your little hands! And your precious little feet!” Moth tried to pull her hands and kick her feet away, but she was too small. Her three friends easily combined to overpower her. And she couldn’t hide her own arousal anymore…not only were her nipples sticking out in plain view, but her pussy had also begun to ooze down her leg. 

“Oooo look at that,” said Peaseblossom, and licked her tongue all the way down Moth’s leg, easily lapping up her gooey pre-cum. 

Moth gasped in pleasure, throwing her tiny head back as she surrendered herself to her determined friends. 

“Pry her legs open, Peaseblossom,” said Mustardseed, licking her lips and extending out her tongue as Cobweb “ooo’d” and “aaah’d” in anticipation. “I wanna really taste what’s inside her.”

*SPLASH* 

Moth came like a fountain all over Mustardseed’s face. It hadn’t taken more than a few seconds of Mustardseed’s intense tongue stimulation for Moth to burst into an orgasm. Of course, she really didn’t have much of a choice — she was the size of a husk of corn, and Mustardseed’s long and talented tongue was almost half as long as she was. She had wriggled it into the tiny opening of Moth’s vagina, and she only had to push and prod a little bit before she hit the fairy’s g-spot. Moth had uttered a cry and threw her head back in ecstasy as she came intensely, with Peaseblossom and Cobweb holding her legs apart.

She gushed a huge amount of fluid from her tiny body, but being as small as she was, it was more like she was splashing Mustardseed in the face with a glass of water. Moth continued to cry out over and over in orgasm as Mustardseed shook her head back and forth, hungrily lapping up her friend’s cum.

“Mrrrrraahh!” growled Mustardseed, savoring the taste of Moth’s syrupy ejaculate. 

“Ooooh look at that!” said Cobweb, wide-eyed and impressed at Moth’s orgasmic output. 

“She’s gorgeous!” groaned Peaseblossom, staring lustily and with glassy eyes into the tiny face of her climaxing friend. “Oh Mustardseed, I want to taste her — let me taste her!” She pushed the other fairy aside and wasted no time in catching the rest of Moth’s cum in her mouth. Moth’s body was arched in an upside down V, racked from the intense pleasure of the stimulation she was continuously receiving. Her pussy was coming in softer spurts now, like the last remnants of water from a garden hose that has just been turned off. Peaseblossom moaned in gratification as she tasted Moth’s sweet cum, encouraging her friend to give her every last drop that she had. 

Mustardseed had fallen to the ground after Peaseblossom had shoved her aside and was rolling slowly around on the forest floor, reaching down to touch herself as she savored the feeling and taste of Moth’s orgasm all over her face. Cobweb had taken over both of Moth’s legs now, and she held them open patiently with her hands, cradling the little fairy’s head in her breasts as Peaseblossom continued to feast on the shrunken fairy’s pussy. 

Eventually, after a few more minutes of mutual moaning, munching, licking, slurping, and squelching, Moth had absolutely cum her heart out and had nothing more to give. With a final heaving moan of supreme exhaustion and contentment, she collapsed completely, falling backward into Cobweb’s bosom and going entirely limp, cross-eyed from weariness and bliss. Peaseblossom fell back onto the forest floor, joining Mustardseed in the post-orgasmic euphoria, both of their faces shining with Moth’s juices. Cobweb placed Moth’s limp body carefully next to the stone fountain, taking care to arrange her little limbs out neatly. Moth was in a state of semi-consciousness, her eyes still crossed up, murmuring to herself in gibberish. 

Cobweb bent down and gave her a loving kiss, her lips easily encompassing the entirety of the little fairy’s forehead. Then she sat down on the stone edge of the ancient fountain, allowing Moth the time and space to recover. She looked over at her other two friends who were still rolling languidly about on the forest floor, touching themselves as they sucked and smacked their lips, moaning softly to themselves as they relished the flavor of Moth’s cum. 

Cobweb smiled to herself — those two needed some time too. That was completely ok with her; she could wait. She was easily the most patient and measured of the four fairies, and with something special like this shrink potion in play, she could easily handle a pause in the fun. It would only serve to build the anticipation, and she knew it was her turn next. She reached over and picked the potion up from where she had set it down previously, holding the glass bottle up to her face as she studied its contents closely. The jet black liquid sparkled mysteriously within the bottle, and moved around in slow languishing swirls, like smoke curling forth in the air from a candle. 

After a few more minutes of patient waiting and studying the potion, Cobweb grew more and more eager to try it herself. She glanced down at Moth, whose little chest was rising and falling in deep slow intervals, indicating that she had fallen asleep. She looked over at Peaseblossom and Mustardseed, who were still lying on the ground in a semi-trance, their eyes closed as they continued to relish the taste of Moth’s juices. Cobweb held the potion up to her face; its black contents sparkled back at her, almost seeming to give her an encouraging wink. 

“Oh fuck it,” she said quietly, her heart beating in excitement, “I’m not waiting for them any longer.” She carefully unstoppered the bottle and held it up to her lips. “They can just wake up to a nice little surprise.” Ever so carefully, making sure not to give herself too much, she tipped the bottle up and drank a small sip of the potion. The thick liquid fizzed slightly as it came into contact with her mouth, and Cobweb immediately tasted a deep earthy tartness that was almost a contradiction in taste: it tasted heavy and rich, and yet the overall effect was not heavy because of the delightfully tart tingle that infused her tastebuds with a light and jaunty jolt. 

“Almost like raspberries,” she murmured to herself as she swallowed, “but with that dewberry, blackberry-like grit of the earth.” She sat back and sighed, feeling the tingle of the potion begin to go through her entire body as it went down her throat. It was the perfect taste, the perfect combination of the sky and earth, utterly fitting for a shrinking potion. 

“And who knows,” Cobweb said to herself, “maybe it even works as a growing potion too — ohhh here it comes!” It had started to work. Slowly but undoubtedly, she was shrinking. She felt the captivating pangs all across her skin and throughout her muscles, bones, and tendons. It felt as if her entire body, both inside and outside, had been submerged in one of those fabled bubbly springs, where the water continuously burbled forth in carbonated bubbles from hidden chambers deep within the earth. 

The stone basin of the fountain seemed to grow higher and higher before her eyes, until she was only just barely able to look over it into the water…and even then she needed to get on her tiptoes. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps as her heart thumped away excitedly in her chest — it was working! And even then, just a few seconds after it began, the shrinking seemed to stop. She had shrunk down, from her original five-and-a-half feet to about three feet, just a bit taller than the stone basin of the fountain. 

Breathless and flushed from the shrinking, Cobweb looked over at Moth, who was still asleep. The once-tiny fairy now looked noticeably bigger to the shrunken Cobweb. Leaving the potion bottle by the fountain, she waltzed over to her sleeping friend to compare her body to hers. She was thrilled to discover that she was only about three times Moth’s size now. Laying down next to her, with their heads even, Moth’s feet spanned down to just below her breasts, about to the middle of her stomach. 

Cobweb was breathing hard now as she felt the warning waves of stirrings deep within her pussy, and she and took a few moments to take up the sleeping Moth’s hands and feet and compare them with her own — Moth’s hands were still tiny; Cobweb’s palm was still bigger than Moth’s entire hand, fingers and all, and it would have taken at least three of Moth’s little feet to equal one of Cobweb’s. For a moment, Cobweb nearly lost her head. She was so transported by lust for Moth’s tiny sleeping body that she almost thrust a few fingers into her unconscious friend’s snatch, which was still oozing some post-orgasmic fluid onto the forest floor.

But Cobweb was able to stop herself — Moth needed to rest. And besides, as delicious as Moth looked slumbering on the forest floor, it was the other two, the big ones, who Cobweb was really after. She looked over at Peaseblossom and Mustardseed, who had stopped rolling around and who also appeared to be asleep. 

“Hmmm,” she said to herself out loud, giving them a long look and then sizing them up in her head as she turned away and back to the potion bottle, “Which one do I choooosse? Which…one?” The bottle was much larger now — its top now stood just under her knees. Cobweb scoured the forest floor, looking for the perfect vessel, until she found it — an acorn that still had its woody cap. Cobweb reached down and grabbed the cap with both of her hands and put a foot on the acorn and pulled with all her might. After a few seconds of effort, the cap came off with a pop, and Cobweb flew backward from her momentum, landing on her back. Satisfied, she stood up, dusted herself off, and examined the acorn cap. She marveled at its size. Being three feet tall now, the cap was the size of a small bowl in her hands, perfect for what she needed it for. 

She hopped happily back to the potion bottle and knelt down next to it. Carefully, she tipped its opening into her makeshift bowl, until the acorn cap was about half filled with the black potion. “That’s probably enough,” she said to herself, and resisting any temptation to pour herself more, she put the stopper back in the bottle. 

A few moments later she was standing in front of the slumbering Peaseblossom and Mustardseed, trying to decide who to ambush. As she deliberated between the two, she took tiny little sips from her acorn bowl, enjoying the little micro-shrinks that resulted almost immediately afterward. 

After another few minutes, Cobweb was down to six inches tall, and she had to put the acorn cap down on the ground — it had become far too heavy. She was proud of herself, though…she had estimated the potion amount almost perfectly. There were just a few more small sips left, and she didn’t need any more than that. Not for what she was going to do. 

She braced her small hands on the edge of the bowl and stuck her head deep down to its bottom, reaching to sip down the last remains of the potion. She came up from her drink, wiping and smacking her lips to make sure she got all of it, and waited. Her two sleeping friends seemed to grow even more before her eyes; they were already huge to her, but after a few moments their bodies rose in front of her like hills. 

“Perrrffectttt,” purred Cobweb mischievously, licking her lips hungrily as she looked at the titanic bodies of the two fairies. She couldn’t have been more than a couple inches tall by now. All that remained was to decide who…who would it be? 

“I’m not gonna waste any more time deciding,” said Cobweb out loud. “Bushy, cushy, pushy, tushy,” she chanted, pointing back and forth between Peaseblossom and Mustardseed with each word, “If I choose you I jump your…PUSSY.” She stopped her chant. Her finger was pointing to Peaseblossom. 

Cobweb smirked to herself as she sauntered over to Peaseblossom, and in between her outspread legs. She was lying on her back, and Cobweb’s walk in between her legs felt like she was walking through a shallow canyon. After a minute or so she stood in front of her friend’s pussy, which rose up before her like the entrance to a cave. Soft tendrils of elegantly curved pubic hair lined the entrance, and as Peaseblossom slept, her pussy seemed to exhale itself with each breath. Cobweb felt her hair ruffle slightly in the breeze of her friend’s snatch, and she closed her eyes as she smelled the familiar aroma of sweet and robust spice. Her mouth started to water as she approached the entrance, trembling with lascivious expectation. 

Cobweb reached out and grabbed a healthy handful of Peaseblossom’s pubic hair, winding it around and around her hand to make sure that she had a firm enough grip. Then she reached out her tiny foot and stepped onto the front of her friend’s pussy lips. Her foot immediately sunk down a good ways, all the way to her ankle. She giggled excitedly as she steadied herself, using her other hand to grab onto another clump of Peaseblossom’s soft pubic hair. 

She took another step and her other foot sank in the same way — she was now ankle-deep in Peaseblossom’s pussy lips. The smooth pink flesh almost seemed to suck her feet in, and each subsequent step into her vagina was accompanied by a soft squelching noise. 

“I mean, I knew her pussy was soft,” said Cobweb to herself as she grabbed onto more pubic hair to keep herself from falling, “but damn…Pease’s pussy is softer than silk…softer than our mistress’s bed, softer than the ripe pears in the Garden of the Hesperides in the Far West…” She trailed off, getting distracted by her own thoughts. She was remembering that huge ancient garden Titania had taken them to years back, and the giant, mesmerizing, amazonian Hesperides who guarded it and tended to it. Cobweb and the others had longed to go back ever since — 

Cobweb was suddenly shaken from her thoughts — Peaseblossom had moved slightly in her sleep, which to Cobweb seemed like a small earthquake. She lost her grip and her footing and fell down flat on her back. It felt like she had fallen down into a quagmire, except instead of brown, decaying matter, this one was made up of sweet-smelling pink flesh that was very much alive, moving and quivering slightly. 

Cobweb lay still for a moment, appreciating how her body was slowly sinking into Peaseblossom’s soft pussy flesh. Her own miniature pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the moment as she imagined being swallowed up completely in her friend’s vagina, who was completely unaware as she slept. Cobweb suddenly had a moment of panic when she realized that she was sinking faster than she initially realized. She reached out desperately with two hands and grabbed onto handfuls of smooth flesh. Her hands were so small that they could actually use these handfuls of flesh as climbing posts. 

Little by little, the miniature fairy pulled herself back onto her feet. She sighed in relief as she leaned against Peaseblossom’s vestibule, making sure she had a firm hold of her friend’s flesh. For added stability, Cobweb dug her feet in and grabbed onto Peaseblossom’s flesh with her toes. After she had caught her breath, shaking her head and smiling to herself at her own shenanigans, Cobweb looked slowly up at her prize. Hanging above her head in the roof of the vaginal opening, the equivalent of fifteen feet above her, and the equivalent size of a large punching bag, was Peaseblossom’s clit. 

From her position underneath, Cobweb could see it clearly. It was a brighter pink than the surrounding flesh it was still slowly dripping fat gobs of fluid from Peaseblossom’s recent orgasms. 

“Mmmmm, there it is,” said Cobweb hungrily, licking her lips, “there’s what I’m going for.” And go for it she did. Wasting no more time, and making sure she had a good grip on the smooth walls of the vaginal vestibule, she began to slowly climb. It was tough work — she had to make sure that at any given time, she had one hand and one foot that were firmly gripping the pink vaginal flesh. But Cobweb was patient, and she kept her eyes determinedly fixed on Peaseblossom’s clit, as a reminder of her reward if she climbed slowly and purposefully. 

After about five minutes, she was nearly there. For the last minute or so of climbing, Cobweb had to climb not up, but rather across her friend’s vaginal opening. This was especially tricky work, since Cobweb knew that if she fell, she wouldn’t be able to slide down the smooth vestibule walls. Instead, she would land directly back into Peaseblossom’s pussy flesh and probably sink down a good ways before she would have a chance to grab onto anything. She might actually be swallowed alive. 

This hint of danger didn’t scare Cobweb, though — instead it made her even more excited, more focused, and more determined to reach her goal. And finally, there it was in front of her; she had reached it. Cobweb had been scaling the last section of Peaseblossom’s pussy upside down, almost like a sloth, so she was looking at Peaseblossom’s clit from an upside down position. Up close, it was bigger than half of her body, and seemed to inhale and exhale along with the rest of Peaseblossom’s body. It was glistening with syrupy fluid. 

From her upside-down position, Cobweb looked at it, mesmerized, more determined than ever to touch it, to taste it, and to stimulate it. But how was she going to reach it? It seemed so close, yet so far. 

“Am I gonna go for it?” she said to herself. She pondered a moment, and just like that, her private debate was over. “Oh yeah,” she said, positioning herself for the jump, “I’m going for it.” 

Suddenly she jumped, springing out of her upside-down crouch like an ambush predator. She caught herself onto the clit in midair, wrapping both of her little arms around it, and clinging to it for dear life. Once her arms had steadied her momentum, she wrapped both her legs around it as well, and dug her fingers and toes into the clit flesh, which was smoother, denser, and pinker than anything surrounding it. 

“Aha! Gotcha!” cried Cobweb in triumph as she gave the clit a full-body embrace. She nuzzled her face into it, tasting its sweet-spicy flavor, unlike anything else she had ever tasted. She had tasted Peaseblossom’s clit many times before, but never at this size….at this size it was even sweeter, even spicier, even more delectable. 

“Get ready for it, Pease,” Cobweb called passionately in her little voice, “I’m comin’ for you!” And with an ardent snarl, as she sensually spooned the clit with her entire body, she bit down into the dense pink flesh. 

“Yyyyeeeee!!” Peaseblossom let out a surprised yelp as she woke up suddenly to the sharp stimulation in her clit. She rolled over quickly and jumped to her feet. Cobweb had prepared for this reaction, and was clinging like a koala bear, as tightly as she could, to her friend’s clit. She had just bitten into the smooth, tight, pink flesh, and as Peaseblossom struggled to her feet in confusion, Cobweb made an effort to keep her tiny little teeth locked into her bite. 

Peaseblossom instinctively brought her hand down to her vagina to feel around for what was causing such intense stimulation. Cobweb had prepared for that too — she had shimmied her way up the clit so that now, as she clung to it, she was hidden under Peaseblossom’s clitoral hood. As Peaseblossom felt around her snatch for the cause of the acute waves of stimuli, she glanced quickly around the forest. Mustardseed was still fast asleep on the ground next to her, and she could see Moth’s shrunken foot-long body laid out neatly next to the stone fountain — she also looked to be asleep. But where was Cobweb? 

Peaseblossom took in the whole scene within a few seconds. She saw the glass bottle of the shrinking potion, stoppered, next to the fountain, which was not where she had left it before…a sudden sparkle below caught her eye and she looked down at her feet and saw the discarded acorn cap, from which acouple tiny of drops of black liquid glinted back at her. Then she knew. 

“C-cobwebbbb!” she cried into the air as her back arched involuntarily from another intense wave of stimulation.

“Whaaaa?!?!” answered back Cobweb, as loudly as she could, through a mouthful of her friend’s clit flesh. 

“Y-you little, y-you…little…” said Peaseblossom with difficulty, swaying on her feet and clutching at her pussy, trying in vain to locate Cobweb so she could grab her. 

“Whaa, Peasth…whaaa!?!” called Cobweb again merrily, her mouth full. She reared back quickly and bit down again, harder this time. 

“Ohhhhh!!” yelled Peaseblossom, her thighs coming together as she shivered in spontaneous, uncontrollable pleasure. “C-cobwebbb!! S-s-stop, s-stopppp!!” 

“Sthop??” came Cobweb’s tiny clit-muffled voice, which carried surprisingly well in the air. “No way!!” She tightened her bear-hug on the clit and began delivering a series of short quick bites. “Rrrrrah!” she snarled passionately as she bit down over and over. Peaseblossom heard Cobweb’s little voice from her vagina snarling with each bite. “Rrrrrah! Rrrrrahhh! Rrrrrrahhhhh!”

It was all too much for the fairy to handle, and after stumbling along a few paces on trembling legs, she collapsed once again to the forest floor, her entire body wracked by pleasure. 

“Mmmmm yeah, that’s right!” growled Cobweb lustily as she held onto the clit, nuzzling it aggressively with her face. “The tiny brings down the giant! Rrrrahhhh!” And she kept on biting. 

Peaseblossom’s body was shaking in continuous orgasm. Her eyes had been staring up at the bright woody green of the forest canopy, but now they rolled back into her head as she came, gushing out of her pussy. Cobweb had to hang on even tighter, since Peaseblossom’s clit was getting more and more slippery with her thick and syrupy ejaculate.

“Ooooo baby!!” she called out to Peaseblossom, as she used all four limbs to climb farther up her friend’s clit to get a better grip. “You’re getting slippery in here, Pease!” 

“S-st-stoppp…c-can’t…can’t t-take it…anymore…” panted Peaseblossom, her eyes shut tightly as she tried again to reach for her pussy. 

“Not so fast, little missy!” called out Cobweb exuberantly, and she bit down into the top of Peaseblossom’s clit, harder than ever. 

“Aaaaaauuuuggghhh!!!” Peaseblossom wailed out in abandoned release, unable to hold herself back from the titanic orgasm that crashed through her body like an ocean wave. Her limbs tensed up completely, and all she could do was lie there on the forest floor, her arms and legs shaking, her flesh quivering, her skin sweating, as she came over and over again. 

“Wha—whassup? Wha-what’s going on?” asked Mustardseed suddenly. Peaseblossom’s loud orgasmic wails had woken her up, and she crawled over to her friend to see what was the matter. 

“I-it’s…it’s…C-c-cobwebbbb,” moaned Peaseblossom through her ecstasy. She had forced her eyes open, turned her head, and was now staring pleadingly up at Mustardseed, begging her to help. “Sh-sh-she…sh-sh-shrunkkkk….h-herselfff…hah! oh goddddd…..oh goddddd….a-and…and n-nowww, sh-she’s in my…in my….” 

“I know where she is,” cut in Mustardseed, understanding the situation perfectly. “Spread your legs, Pease — I’m gonna get her out.” Peaseblossom did as she was told and Mustardseed bent down to examine her friend’s snatch. As she looked closely, she spotted a tiny foot protruding from Peaseblossom’s clitoral hood. Mustardseed smiled mischievously. “Then we can punish her together.” 

“Nooooo!!” squealed Cobweb, who was hearing this whole exchange. “You’ll never catch me, Mustard!! You’ll never get meeee!!” And with that, she started swinging back and forth on Peaseblossom’s clit, gaining momentum. As Mustardseed reached her hand down to snatch her, Cobweb suddenly let go, propelling herself forward straight into the deeper recesses of Peaseblossom’s vagina. 

“Arg, there she goes! She’s getting away!” cried Mustardseed, and without hesitation she thrust her entire hand into Peaseblossom’s depths. She had seen Cobweb’s tiny feet vanish in between the slippery pink folds, and knew she didn’t have much time before the tiny fairy would burrow out of reach. 

“Ooh!! Ooohhh, Mustardseeeeedddd,” moaned Peaseblossom, feeling the sudden effect of her friend’s forceful fist, and she arched her back again in agonized pleasure, hoping through the searing haze of her renewed orgasms that Cobweb wouldn’t escape deeper inside her. 

But Cobweb knew what she was doing. As soon as she had launched herself from Peaseblossom’s clit, she was already making the swimming motions mid-air that would allow her to speedily delve into the moist steaming flesh.

*SPLAGGTH!*

The wet juicy flesh of Peaseblossom’s cunt roared in Cobweb’s ears as she speared herself directly into it. Her flying momentum through the air was suddenly halted as Peaseblossom’s vaginal walls closed in on all sides of her tiny body, squeezing her tightly in a full-body embrace. 

“Go, go, go!!!” Cobweb panted to herself, and she immediately began swimming through the dense pink folds of flesh, first going left, then right, but all the while keeping up a feverish pace to keep out of distance of Mustardseed’s approaching hand. She grabbed and yanked with her tiny hands, using any leverage she could muster in a handfull of flesh to propel her deeper; her little arms swam furiously in freestyle motion, each desperate thrust taking her farther into Peaseblossom’s body; her legs frog-kicked behind her with each motion of her arms — they were really doing most of the work, because despite her shrunken size, Cobweb’s hips and legs lived up to their lusciously muscular curvature and thrust her powerfully out of Mustardseed’s reach. 

“Damn it!” cursed Mustardseed, her hand still buried in Peaseblossom’s pussy. She repositioned herself as she cocked her head and stared up at the green forest canopy, squinting her eyes in concentration as her fingers felt around inside for any sign of Cobweb’s fugitive body. After a few moments of feeling around and getting nothing, she lowered her head and made eye contact with Peaseblossom…or, at least as much as that was possible now. Peaseblossom’s eyes were starting to cross from the dual overstimulation of Cobweb’s adventure and Mustardseed’s hand…she lay there panting, and tried in vain to return Mustardseed’s look before her eyes rolled back together, then back into her head, then forward, then one eye right, then another eye left.

“I’m sorry Pease,” said Mustardseed, her voice edged in determination, but I’m gonna have to go even deeper to get her.” 

“N-no!!” cried Peaseblossom as she threw her head back in anguish. “I c-can’t t-take anymore! I c-can’t!! I can’ttttt!!!” She began to weep as she lay there prone on her back, unable to handle any more sensation without completely breaking down. 

“You have to,” said Mustardseed, unswayed. “You have to take it. Do you know what she’s going to do to you when she gets to your cervix??” And without any further delay she reared back and thrust her hand in deeper, going in all the way past her wrist and up to the lower part of her forearm. 

Peaseblossom screamed as her body arched once more in a shattering orgasm, and after a few seconds of total tension in every muscle in her body, she collapsed back down on the forest floor and immediately went into a series of incoherent babblings as her figure shook and quivered— only the whites of her eyes were visible; she had utterly given into the demonic possession of the fairies’ stimulation. 

Mustardseed felt her friend’s snatch boil over…to her it almost felt like she had stuck her hand into a cauldron of boiling water. She could feel the flesh rippling and contracting, flexing and squelching, and she could feel the pressure building up behind her buried hand.

*Ssssssssssthhh!!* 

Peaseblossom’s ejaculate made hissing sounds as it fought to escape, and Mustardseed was surprised to see it start to froth and bubble forth around her lower forearm, shooting out in little geysers this way, and dripping out hurriedly on the ground that way in fat globs. 

Suddenly, an idea came to her head that was too simple and perfect to ignore. In one sudden stroke, she withdrew her upper arm and entire hand from Peaseblossom’s pussy. All the pressure that had been building up was swiftly released, and Peaseblossom gushed forth in wave after powerful wave of ejaculation. Mustardseed sat back and watched the tidal wave of cum with a hawk eye.

*Ssssssssssthhh!!! Ssssssssth! Ssssssssssssssssstttthhhhhhhhhh!!!”

The third wave was the most powerful, and as Peaseblossom twisted and writhed incoherently, Mustardseed uttered an excited cry as she saw Cobweb’s tiny figure come tumbling out of the vagina. She hit the ground with a splash, and she would have gotten up quicker if she had not been momentarily stunned by the impact, and weighed down by the thick cum that covered her entire body. As it was, she recovered relatively quickly and managed to push herself up onto her feet, stumbling about as she spat and sputtered in the open air. 

Mustardseed deftly bent down and snatched her little body up with her fingers. Cobweb was just over an inch tall. Mustardseed smiled widely as she saw Cobweb struggle as hard as she could in her grip. She reached out a finger that was over twice the little fairy’s length and very carefully pet her tiny cheek with her finger pad. She brought her hand up to her face, so that Cobweb could see her own reflection in Mustardseed’s huge wide eyes. Cobweb knew the game was up, and she flinched at the enormous movement above of Mustardseed’s eyebrows as they beat up and down and sent ripples through the air. Something seemed to expand up underneath her, and Cobweb knew that Mustardseed had cracked her mouth open in a smile. 

“Gotcha!” she whispered to the little fairy, who felt like she was being spoken to by a waterfall. However, despite the overwhelming difference in size, Cobweb wasn’t in any mood to apologize. Still hanging from Mustardseed’s fingertip hold, she crossed her arms as she spat some of Peaseblossom’s cum out of her mouth, pouting. 

“Naughty girl,” said Mustardseed as she shook her head back and forth at her tiny captive. “Shrunk yourself down while everyone was asleep and snuck into Peaseblossom’s vagina, huh? Without even asking?” 

*Cough* *Cough* “Oh riiiightt,” said Cobweb sarcastically as she spat more cum out of her mouth, coughing a few times. “I violated poor, innocentPeaseblossom.”

“Oh, I would never say that — ” Mustardseed began, smiling at the miniature fairy. 

“—And!” continued Cobweb, “And I made her cum harder than I’ve seen her cum since…uh…since…”

“Since Titania stuck her tongue into her last month?” suggested Mustardseed, arching her eyebrow. 

“…yeah,” said Cobweb after a few moments’ thought. The two were briefly captivated by the memory of witnessing that event and fell silent. Titania was the queen of the forest — there was no questioning that. And when their mistress decided to use her tongue to get what she wanted, well….

“Anyway,” said Cobweb eventually, sticking her little chin up at Mustardseed with her arms still folded, “aren’t you gonna punish me?” 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” chuckled Mustardseed as she sat down with her back to the stone fountain, with her feet flat on the ground and her knees up in the air. She brought her hand down and deposited the inch-high Cobweb on her knee. The tiny fairy slid down her friend’s hand and alighted on her knee standing up. She shook her whole body like a wet dog, causing hundreds of droplets of Peaseblossom’s cum to fly everywhere. Mustardseed felt some of the droplets wet her finger and she brought it up to her mouth and tasted. 

“Mmmm! Has Pease been eating more daffodil nectar recently?” she asked. “Her cum tastes fresher and less musky than last time.” 

Cobweb shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe,” she said indifferently. Having shaken herself dry, she put her hands on her hips. Clearly she had ideas. 

“Look,” she said authoritatively to Mustardseed, “now’s our chance!”

“Our chance to do what?” asked Mustardseed, who was looking at Cobweb’s tiny body with gentle fascination. 

“Oh come on, don’t be dense,” said Cobweb impatiently, rolling her eyes. “Look at her!” She gestured over her to Moth’s footlong body, still fast asleep beside the stone fountain. “And look at her!” She made another gesture behind her to the normal-sized Peaseblossom, who by the looks of it had also fallen asleep. 

Mustardseed looked at Cobweb’s little body. God she looked so delicious. “And?” she said, content to sit there and watch Cobweb pout and sigh and scheme on her knee. 

“Are you serious?” asked Cobweb, getting more and more frustrated. “There’s plenty of potion left! We can wake Moth up… you can both shrink yourselves down to my size…and then we can all sneak back inside Peaseblossom and go straight for her cervix! She’ll have no way of stopping us!”

“Hmmm,” said Mustardseed, stroking her chin with a long, pointed fingernail, “But I kinda like being this size, especially…you know…with you here, all tiny and yummy-looking.” She had started to lick her lips with her big tongue. 

“Oh come on, Mustard,” complained Cobweb, stomping her foot down on Mustardseed’s knee in frustration. “Just think of what we could do to her once we got in there— we could be in there for days before Titania got us out. And Peaseblossom…oh god, just imagine how crazy we could make her!” 

“Yyyeeaahh,” said Mustardseed, “that does sound like fun…but you know what sounds like more fun?” She leaned in closer to Cobweb, so that all the little fairy could see was her huge face. “Making a little meal out of you.”

Cobweb rolled her eyes again. “Oh knock it off, will you, Mustard?” she said irritatedly, cocking her hip. Mustardseed paid her no heed and slowly extended her huge tongue out to the little fairy’s face. Cobweb tried to ignore her as she began exploring with her tongue, which tasted her face, her neck, and then poked its way up into her armpits. 

“What I’m…what I’m saying…” said Cobweb with difficulty as she tried unsuccessfully to ignore the gigantic tongue exploring her body. “Is that…she’s…she’s gonna be…be awake soon…and then…ah! Hey, that tickles! Stop! And then…stop!…and then, when she’s awake…she’s gonna…she’s gonna…”

“Punish you?” said Mustardseed smiling widely as she suddenly withdrew her tongue back into her mouth. 

“Yeah she’s gonna punish me!” said Cobweb indignantly, regaining her composure after Mustardseed withdrew her tongue.

“Well, she’s not gonna punish you if you’re safe in my stomach,” giggled Mustardseed, and she yawned open her mouth and leaned her head forward once more, threatening to completely engulf the shrunken fairy. 

“Stop being stupid!” demanded Cobweb, collapsing into a cross-legged sitting position on Mustardseed’s knee as she folded her little arms again in exasperation. “Do you wanna have some fun with this potion or not?” 

“Oh I wanna have some fun with it alright, breathed Mustardseed, her mouth now directly over Cobweb’s body, “but just not the kind of fun that you — ”

“Who are you talking to?” A sudden small voice came up from Mustardseed’s left. Without wasting any time, she bent down and slurped Cobweb up into her mouth. 

“Hey!” called Cobweb as her giant friend gobbled her up, “Hey! Stop! Are you actually…oh my god, you bitch!” The sound of her little voice was sealed up completely as Mustardseed closed her mouth. “Is she fucking serious?!” fretted Cobweb after she was completely sealed in. The sound of her own voice seemed rich and dense inside Mustardseed’s closed mouth. “What does she think she’s doing?” She sighed in irritation and walked over to a huge fleshy wall and began hammering on it with her fists. “Let me out! We’re wasting our chance! Let me out, you bitch!” 

Mustardseed could feel the tickling sensations of Cobweb’s little fists beating on the inside of her cheeks. She couldn’t help but smile as she turned toward the source of the voice. It was Moth — she had woken up and was rubbing her eyes blearily as she yawned her little mouth. 

“Hmmm?” asked Mustardseed, trying to look innocent as she kept her mouth closed. 

“You heard me,” said Moth, giving another yawn as she smacked her lips again. “Who are you talking to?” 

“MmmMmm?” said Mustardseed in response, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head, as if to say, “No one.” Moth wasn’t buying it, though. 

“Come on, spit it out, Mustard. I know you’re up to something,” said Moth, who was now standing next to one of Mustardseed’s legs, coming up to her shin. Mustardseed started shaking with laughter, appreciating the irony of Moth’s words. 

“Oooof!” said Cobweb from inside her mouth, who had slipped and fallen down when Mustardseed started laughing. The inch-high fairy started sliding down Mustardseed’s tongue, but she used her large taste buds as handholds and footholds to keep from sliding down too far. “Oh my god, what a fucking bitch,” she said to herself in frustration. “She’s gonna pay for this.”

Moth looked over at Peaseblossom’s body lying supine on the forest floor. Large dark spots of her ejaculate stained the ground all around her. 

“What happened to her?” asked Moth, pointing with a tiny finger. Mustardseed once again shrugged her shoulders and made her eyebrows go up. “MmmmMmmm?” she responded innocently, as if to say, “I have no idea.” 

Moth shook her head. “Yeah right…you expect me to believe that?” She looked back over at Peaseblossom. “Oh well,” she said nastily, turning back to Mustardseed, “she deserved it. Shrinking me down that far.” 

“MmmHmmm!” agreed Mustardseed, nodding her head vigorously. 

“God damn it!” yelled Cobweb from inside her mouth, getting thrown off her feet again by Mustardseed’s movements and having to grab onto one of her back molars to keep from sliding down her throat. 

“So…” said Moth, taking a long look at the bottle of shrinking potion, and then around at the forest, “where’s Cobweb?” 

“Cbbbbwbbb?” asked Mustardseed. 

“Yeah,” said Moth, completing her panorama scan of the forest, then looking again at the potion bottle, and then returning her gaze to Mustardseed. “I don’t see her anywhere.” 

Mustardseed pretended to scrutinize the forest around them, scanning left and right as she furrowed her brow in concentration. After a few moments she looked back down at Moth, who was standing there with her hands on her hips, her head cocked to the side, clearly not impressed by her attempts to pretend. 

“MmmMmmm?” said Mustardseed unconvincingly, shrugging her shoulders. 

“That’s goatshit,” said Moth. “She’s in your mouth!” 

Mustardseed sighed and rolled her eyes as she reluctantly opened up, revealing Cobweb, who was busy trying to climb across her teeth to get to the front of her mouth. 

“Called it,” said Moth smiling. 

“Not like it was that hard to figure out,” said Cobweb irritatedly, who was using Mustardseed’s bottom front teeth to pull herself to her feet. “Lower me down, bitch!” she called up to her captor, and Mustardseed rolled her eyes again as she brought her open mouth down to her raised knee again, depositing her gently down.

“Thank you,” said Cobweb curtly, and once again she shook herself like a wet dog, this time sending droplets of Mustardseed’s saliva every which way. 

“Watch it!” said Moth, who was sprayed a little by Cobweb’s shaking-off. 

“Blame her!” snapped Cobweb as she continued dry herself off. “She’s the one who decided to eat me!” 

“But can you really blame me, Cobweb?” asked Mustardseed dreamily, looking at her little body misty-eyed. 

“You are pretty cute at that size,” agreed Moth, who had climbed up Mustardseed’s hips and was now leaning her back against her thigh. 

“Whatever,” said Cobweb. She took a quick looked over at Peaseblossom, who still seemed to be as fast asleep as ever. She turned to Mustardseed.

“Well?” she asked inquiringly, “what do you think?”

“Think? About what?” asked Moth. “What are you two cooking up?” 

Mustardseed inhaled through her nose slowly and exhaled, up over Cobweb so as not to blow her over. “Cobweb wants us to shrink down as small as she is and go for Peaseblossom’s cervix.” 

“Oooooo, let’s do it!” said Moth, clapping her hands. “That’ll get her back for shrinking me so small.” 

“Still though…I don’t know,” said Mustardseed cautiously. “What if she wakes up before we can get inside her?” 

“Oh please Mustard, where’s your spirit of adventure?” chided Cobweb. “If she catches us, she catches us. But just imagine…imagine what we could get up to…in there.” 

Mustardseed thought for a few moments as the foot-high Moth and the inch-high Cobweb watched and waited. At their sizes, it really was up to her. After bit she sighed. “You two are gonna be the end of me, you know that right?” 

A smile spread across Cobweb’s little face. “Oh riiigght, we’re the ones who’re corrupting you.” 

Moth smiled likewise. “Yeah, don’t pretend we’re forcing you, Mustardseed. You wanna do this just as much as we do.” 

Mustardseed grinned as she reached out two hands and took the two fairies and put them both on the ground. “Bitches.” They all turned to face the shrink potion, which seemed to grin back at them as it swirled slowly around, a sparkling mysterious black in the bottle. 

A few minutes later, all three of them were an inch high, standing in between Peaseblossom’s cavernous legs, the massive form of her vagina rising above them like a forbidden cave. She was still snoozing soundly, and with each long exhale, her pussy seemed to breathe out as well, ruffling the hair of the three shrunken fairies with a sweet, musky, moist scent. Her huge body suddenly stirred a bit as the fairies approached, causing them to draw back a bit in trepidation.

“Maybe she’s waking up,” said Mustardseed nervously. 

“Oh shit,” said Moth.

“C’mon, it’s now or never,” said Cobweb. “We just need to get a running start.”

CHAPTER FIVE

The three fairies hopped up and down, gathering themselves up for the big jump. Suddenly Peaseblossom stirred again. Her legs twitched, and at one inch tall, it seemed to the fairies like an earthquake. Their hair blew back in the gush of wind from Peaseblossom’s pussy as it squelched and exhaled. 

“Let’s go! Let’s go!!” cried Mustardseed in excited panic. “She’s waking up!!”

“Ok! One two three GO!!” called Cobweb, and the three fairies broke into an all-out sprint for the yawning opening of Peaseblossom’s pussy. 

“Whhaaa?” came Peaseblossom’s sleepy and confused voice from somewhere beyond them. “Where is everyone?”

“Inside youuuuu!!” hollered Mustardseed as the three of them dove headfirst into her snatch. 

“Aaaauughh!” cried Peaseblossom, rolling over on her stomach in alarm. “Wh-whaaa? S-stoppp it!!” 

But the fairies had only gotten started. Their running start had served them well, because even as Peaseblossom reached into her pussy to try and fish them out with her fingers, they had already propelled themselves way out of their reach. And they didn’t stop there — as soon as their forward progress was halted by the hot moist flesh of Peaseblossom’s cunt, they started to swim through her. 

“Come on, come on!” called Cobweb through the thick undulations of Peaseblossom’s slick pussy flesh. “Keep going, come on — let’s go, let’s go!!” Moth and Mustardseed could barely hear their friend’s voice, such was the closed and claustrophobic inside Peaseblossom’s vaginal canal, but it nonetheless spurred them to swim even harder. They were on a mission, headed straight for Peaseblossom’s cervix. 

But the comparatively giant fairy wasn’t going to make it easy for them. She was rolling her body around on the forest floor, her hand deep inside herself, trying desperately to extract her mischievous friends. All of the stimulation from the shrunken fairies’ tiny limbs, combined with the added provocation from her own desperate fingers, was making Peaseblossom’s vagina more and more lubricated. 

“Careful!” yelled out Cobweb. “She’s lubing herself up! She’s gonna make herself cum to try and flush us out! Come on, keep going, keep going! We’re almost there!” 

But almost as soon as she spoke, a great rush of noise assaulted their tiny ears, and what seemed like a tidal wave of fresh cum seemingly appeared out of nowhere, headed straight for the three fairies. They yelled and scampered to the sides of Peaseblossom’s vaginal walls, trying their best to hold on tightly to the living ripples of dark pink flesh. Mustardseed and Cobweb were lucky, and the tidal wave of cum missed them by inches. But it hit Moth straight in her torso, right before she was able to get a good hold on some of Peaseblossom’s flesh, and with a scream she was swept away. 

“Moth!!! Noooo!!!” called out Mustardseed, holding out a futile hand at her friend as she was swiftly carried away by the wave of cum. But there was no saving her, and a moment later it was just Mustardseed and Cobweb who remained. 

“Oh goat balls!” Cobweb cursed, punching the vaginal walls in frustration. “It was gonna be so epic, the three of us in there!”

“Yeah,” said Mustardseed with regret in her voice. A few seconds of silence passed between the two fairies; they were obviously upset that this golden opportunity had passed them all by. 

“Still though,” said Mustardseed suddenly, breaking the silence, “that’s not to say that we can’t have ourselves one hell of a twosome party in there, right?” 

Cobweb’s beautiful face broke into an impish grin, and even though it was quite dark inside Peaseblossom’s vagina, Mustardseed had enough light to see that the fairy was still excited by the prospect. 

“I like your attitude Mustard,” she said devilishly. She turned and looked down the vaginal canal — something dark was visible up ahead, something that was indistinct, and yet still looked like a mouth. The two fairies turned to look at each other; they knew it was the entrance to Peaseblossom’s cervix. Exchanging naughty smiles, they let go of the vaginal walls, steadied themselves on their feet, and ran for it. 

Elsewhere, Moth’s mouth was full of Peaseblossom’s cum as she found herself unwillingly caught up in the tidal wave of her comparatively-giant friend’s ejaculate. 

“Auugggghhhcccklllcklkclckk!” she choked as she desperately swallowed down gulp after gulp of Peaseblossom’s cum in an attempt to clear her mouth so that she could breathe. But more cum kept filling up her mouth, such was the swirling violence of the current, and Moth was not entirely free of it until she came shooting out of Peaseblossom’s pussy as the giant fairy came violently in a shooting stream of gooey fluid. Moth tumbled out of her friend’s pussy straight onto the forest floor, where she quickly got on all fours and scampered free of the rest of the ejaculate deluge. Still only an inch tall, she stood up and shook herself free of Peaseblossom’s juices, cursing herself for failing in her mission. 

“Fuck!” she yelled out loud, angry with herself for not having been quick enough. But she had to snap out of her self abuse when she saw that Peaseblossom’s giant form was headed straight for her. She scurried towards the fountain, avoiding Peaseblossom’s giant stumping limbs. Moth looked up at her huge form in wonder. To her, Peaseblossom looked well over a hundred feet tall, and it was clear to Moth that she was in distress. She was stomping aimlessly around the forest, without any care for where she was going, her hand deep in her snatch, and her face screwed up in wordless agony. 

‘Fine then,’ thought Moth, feeling turned on by the sight of a giant Peaseblossom in helplessly aroused distress, ‘If I can’t enjoy it from the inside, I’m sure as Scholomance gonna enjoy it from the outside.’ She straightened herself up and walked over to Peaseblossom, who now was bending over the stone basin of the fountain, panting and dripping fat drops of perspiration into the placid waters. 

“Hey!! Pease!! Hey!!!” called up Moth as loudly as she could. 

“Whaaa? What?” asked Peaseblossom, looking up through the intense pleasure of her stimulation. She looked around the forest, her eyes going in different directions as she searched in vain for the source of the voice. 

“Hey!! I’m down here, you big bitch!!” yelled Moth, cupping her tiny hands to her mouth in order to project her miniature voice. Peaseblossom turned unsteadily, putting her back to the fountain, as she looked down to where Moth was standing. 

“Yeah! I’m here! You see me?” called Moth, waving her tiny hands in the air. 

“I—I see you, y-yes!” said Peaseblossom through her heavy breathing. She crouched down again, seized with a spasm of pleasure, and she put her hands on her knees. 

“Mo-mo-moth!!” she panted, “y-you…you have to make them stop!” 

“No can do, girlfriend,” said Moth casually, pretending to file her nails. “They’re already so deep up in you that I’m surprised they’re not at your cervix yet.”

“N-no!” cried Peaseblossom, her cheeks growing even redder as she heard of the fairies’ wicked plan, “n-not my c-cervix! You…you know what happens when…when stuff gets up in there!!” 

“Oh I know, Pease,” said Moth calmly, pretending to be bored as she kept filing her nails with an imaginary filer. “Trust me, we all know. I’m just the unlucky one who got taken out by your fucking avalanche of cum.” Peaseblossom didn’t respond — she was panting harder now. 

“Was that your idea all along?” persisted Moth, “to flush us all out by making yourself cum? I have to say, Pease, that was pretty resourceful of you.” 

“W-w-was M-mustardseed’s idea,” managed Peaseblossom, gritting her teeth. “Y-y-ou were p-p-passed out before…d-d-didn’t see…” 

“Oh was I?” asked Moth mildly, putting a finger to her chin as she furrowed her brow in mock concentration. She blinked and her eyes got wide as she pretended to remember. “Oh yeah! That’s right — I forgot! You forced so much of the shrink potion down my throat that I shrank smaller than a fairyfly.” 

“I…I ap-apologized t-to you already…f-for…for that,” gasped Peaseblossom. 

“Whatever, you big bitch” said Moth, looking at her nails. She plopped down cross-legged on the forest floor. “I’m just waiting for the fireworks to start.” 

“F-f-fireworks!?” wheezed Peaseblossom through her arousal. Her face was bright red now, and clearly straining for every shred of rationality she could cling to. But Moth could see she was fighting a losing battle. 

“That’s right,” she said, grinning. “Fireworks.” 

Deep in Peaseblossom’s vagina, Cobweb and Mustardseed had reached her cervix. It loomed up before them in the darkness — it looked like an alien ribbed mouth, almost a pinkish-white, glistening in the dim light. 

“The door to heaven itself,” breathed Cobweb in wonder, entranced by Peaseblossom’s cervix mouth as it gently sucked in and out, in and out, like the mouth of some huge sleeping creature. 

“Blasphemy!” chided Mustardseed, turning and smacking Cobweb on her butt. “As glorious as Peaseblossom is, you know no one…not even her…can approach the majesty of our mistress.” 

“Ohhh, yes, yes of courssseee,” nodded Cobweb in simulated contrition. “How could I be so profane?”

“Oh, you wanna see profane?” asked Mustardseed, and without wasting any more time she dove straight in between the lips of Peaseblossom’s cervix. Cobweb immediately felt the effect of Mustardseed’s actions, as the very floor and walls were moving violently up and down, and from side to side. Evidently, Peaseblossom was having the expected reaction to a tiny fairy diving headfirst into her cervix. Cobweb watched as Mustardseed wriggled her little body through the tight cervix lips — her legs were frog kicking out in the air…then it was just her feet…and then just the tiny nubs of her toes, and then she was gone completely. 

“Well,” said Cobweb out loud, contemplating the ribbed lips alone now, “that was quick.”

“Come on, bitch!” called Mustardseed from inside Peaseblossom’s cervix, on the other side of the living wall. “Get your ass in here so we can get nasty!” 

Cobweb chuckled. “You don’t have to ask me twice — well, here goes nothing!” And she dove into the rolling waves of flesh. 

Out in the forest, by the fountain, Peaseblossom doubled over and fell to her knees. She was completely overwhelmed with arousal by this point. 

“Yeah?” asked Moth expectantly from her cross-legged position on the ground. “They in there yet? Did they get in?” Peaseblossom couldn’t answer…her face had gone an even deeper shade of red, and her whole body began shuddering uncontrollably, spasming randomly right and left, up and down. She collapsed from her kneeling position into a fully supine pose on the forest floor. 

“Hmmmm….yyyeeaahhhh,” mused Moth, “I’ll take that as a yes.” She jumped up and bounded over to Peaseblossom’s giant form, making straight for her head. She reached it within a minute and walked right up to one of Peaseblossom’s ears, which was four or five times larger than she was.

“So?” she called loudly, directly into her shaking friend’s ear, “So? How’s it feel, Pease?”

Peaseblossom was in no state to reply — her entire body continued to shake as she moaned and groaned in excruciating titillation. Moth kept at her. 

“No answer?” she mocked into her friend’s ear. “Come on, Pease — nothing?! It’s not every day that you get to describe what’s it’s like to have two whole fairies in your cervix, you know.” 

“Ooooohhhhhh!!” cried Peaseblossom as the beaded sweat on her brow started running down her face. Up as close as she was, Moth could see that there were even little dots of perspiration developing on the sensitive little hairs on her earlobe. She smiled as she bent down, licking a dot off and swallowing it down — she was so small that even this minuscule little dot of sweat was a full-mouth’s gulp for her. 

“Mmmmm, yessss Pease,” she moaned into her ear, “I can taste your fear. I can taste it…you know it’s about to happen — you know it is! Get ready!!”

“Nnnooooo!” moaned Peaseblossom. But that was all she could do now.

Deep inside her cervix, Cobweb and Mustardseed were making out. They rubbed their naked fairy bodies against each other as they passionately grabbed the other’s head, locking mouths deeply as their tongues explored each other’s throats. Their lewd display inside their friend’s cervix was turning them both on beyond belief, and clear ejaculate was running down their legs from their own tiny pussies. After a few minutes Mustardseed pushed Cobweb away. 

“Ok! Ok!!” she panted, “enough already! I could do that with you forever, but we gotta…we gotta — ”

“See to the task at hand,” panted Cobweb, “I know, I know.” The two fairies looked around where they were. They were actually in Peaseblossom’s uterus…they had pushed their way so far up her cervix that they had popped out into what to them was a much larger room — whereas the cervix seemed like an almost impossibly narrow hallway of living flesh, the uterus actually seemed like a spacious room…with living, breathing walls that rippled and moved. To the two fairies, it was like they were standing inside a medium-sized bedroom. They looked at each other — their eyebrows went up, and they cackled gleefully as they went at it. They ran straight at Peaseblossom’s uterine walls, colliding with them violently. They bounced off, each going in different directions, and they let out shrieks of laughter as they each bounded into a different wall, bounced off them again, and kept at it. They were both like little pinballs in the uterus, running and bouncing off the walls with reckless abandon. And the more they ran, and the more they bounced, the faster their rhythm became, and the harder they both howled in laughter. 

“GGGGLLLLLLLLAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!” bellowed Peaseblossom. Moth actually had to start back a little. She had never heard such an animalistic wail in all her life. She watched in awe as Peaseblossom’s huge body seized up in a giant upside-down-U and shot a straight and powerful stream of cum directly up and out of her vagina. It was so powerful that it sprayed the tree branches overhanging the fountain. From Moth’s perspective, it was as if a massive geyser had just gone off, shooting a stream of ejaculate hundreds of feet into the air. She found the whole scene beyond arousing, and she started to drool and finger herself. 

“Yeah, Pease?” she said into her ear, fingering herself violently. “How’s that, huh? How does it feel to have two shrunken fairies up to no good in your uterus, huh? I bet it’s…it’s quite s-something…Ohhhhhhhh!!” Moth had just made herself cum, squirting straight into Peaseblossom’s ear. Being as big as she was, and as distracted as she was by the overwhelming stimulation in her uterus, Peaseblossom didn’t even notice her friend cumming in her ear. This whole scene lasted for longer than any of them knew…they were all transported in their own ways. Cobweb and Mustardseed bounded around faster and faster within Peaseblossom’s uterus, spraying cum of their own the faster they went. Peaseblossom shot geyser upon geyser of cum from her tortured snatch, until the trees above were positively dripping with her juices, as if there had just been a heavy rain. Not to be left out, Moth had succeeded in cumming five more times into her friend’s ear. They lost track of time. 

“What’s all this, may I ask?” boomed a new and authoritative voice. Peaseblossom was beyond sane at this point. Mustardseed and Cobweb heard the voice, even though they were inside Peaseblossom, and they stopped bouncing around immediately. Moth jumped into Peaseblossom’s ear to hide. For the fairies who could hear her, Titania’s voice was unmistakable.

From her hiding place in Peaseblossom’s ear, Moth peeked out and beheld Titania, their mistress, the Fairy Queen of the Forest of Ardor. She had approached the stone basin fountain in the clearing and was now flashing her eyes around right and left, attempting to make sense of this strange scene. Even though she was fairly certain Titania hadn’t seen her, Moth still felt her little heart buzzing away just from the sight of their mistress. Titania was imposing to say the least. Standing at nine feet tall and deathly beautiful, imperial regality and weird majesty graced every contour of her her face, and every aspect of her lithe curvaceous body. She was clothed in a long, black, gossamer dress that was embellished with strange, ancient runes and patterns, which blended seamlessly with the currents of jet-black hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. Every gesture, every motion she made, was infused with her ancient authority. 

Her dark eyes regarded everything before her. Peaseblossom was lying there on the forest floor beside the large basin of the stone fountain, and from the looks of her, Titania immediately deduced that she had been forced to cum so many times that she had completely lost her senses. She had seen Peaseblossom, and the other fairies in her train for that matter, go way overboard before, but she couldn’t remember seeing any of them this bad. Peaseblossom’s tongue hung out of her sagging mouth, and a large puddle of drool had gathered by her mouth on the ground. Her eyes were still open, but completely rolled back into her head, so much so that Titania thought that she looked like one of those humans possessed by a nasty forest wraith. 

But the Fairy Queen knew that one of her fairies couldn’t be possessed like that by something as lowly as a forest wraith. Just to make sure, Titania’s eyes quickly went to Peaseblossom’s pussy — yes, there was no mistaking it: her snatch was actually steaming, and still leaking a lazy stream of piping hot cum out onto the ground. As Titania approached, she could hear that Peaseblossom’s pussy was still bubbling. 

“Goats amok!” Titania exclaimed, “Peaseblossom! Out! Come out of it!” 

But Peaseblossom gave no indication that she had heard Titania. The Fairy Queen stood there silently for a few moments, until she suddenly bent down, touching Peaseblossom’s forehead with a long finger as she muttered something under her breath in a strange arcane language. With a sudden jolt, Peaseblossom started up, sitting upright against the stone fountain as she took great gulps of air. It was as if she had just come up from deep underwater. 

“Steady now, little girl…easy…easyyyyy,” said Titania soothingly, combing her long fingers lovingly through Peaseblossom’s hair. As Peaseblossom struggled to regain her senses, Titania kept glancing around for clues as to what had happened. She thought it was a bit odd that none of the other fairies were anywhere to be seen…and then her eyes fell upon the glass vial of the shrink potion. A slow smile immediately began to spread itself across her face. She knew what was going on now. Titania couldn’t help but chuckle a little as she reached out and picked up the shrink potion. Its jet-black contents sparkled and swirled mysteriously, reflecting Titania’s dark stare. From a single glance, she could tell that this was an especially potent potion — it must have come from far in the West, beyond the Garden of the Hesperides. How had her fairies come by something like this? 

But her thoughts were interrupted by Peaseblossom’s weak and desperately pleading voice.

“M-my…my mistress!” she gasped, stretching out her hand toward Titania. “G-get…get them out of me!” 

Titania blinked slowly as she leaned in toward Peaseblossom, the same slow smile on her face. 

“I know, Peaseblossom…I know where they are — and don’t worry, I’ll get them out.” She sat down next to Peaseblossom and crossed her great arms across her prodigious chest. “Ok!” she said, quite a bit louder, “Moth! I can smell you the clearest. You come out first!” 

Moth gave no immediate response. Still hiding in Peaseblossom’s ear, her body started to shake. 

“Moth!” called Titania, a little louder this time, “you have one last chance to obey me before I find you myself. And that will not be pleasant for you.”

“Ok!” came her sudden squeaking voice from inside Peaseblossom’s ear. “Ok, mistress! Ok! I’m…I’m coming!” After a few seconds of jostling her tiny body as she tried to get proper footing, Moth emerged from the ear. Peaseblossom reached her hand up to snatch Moth out, but Titania held her back, allowing Moth to emerge on her own accord. She had a sheepish expression on her face as her contrite eyes looked up at her mistress. Titania’s eyebrows went up as she regarded Moth, at first miming a displeased and serious expression. Moth started to shake even more, and in her fear she lost her footing on the edge of Peaseblossom’s ear.

“Aaaaaaaa!” she cried in her shrunken little voice as she tumbled down onto Peaseblossom’s shoulder, then down her perky breasts, and on down her stomach until she fell straight into her bellybutton, finally coming to a stop. Titania laughter bubbled up as she watched Moth yell and fall over herself. 

“Not…funny!” said Moth indignantly as she struggled to situate herself in the bellybutton. She stood upright and put her hands on her hips, frowning up at her mistress, who was continuing to laugh down at her. Standing upright like this, Moth’s hips were even with the opening of Peaseblossom’s bellybutton — it was half as deep as she was tall. 

“G-get…th-the…the rest out!” said Peaseblossom with labored breath. Evidently, even though she wasn’t being wrecked by uncontrollable orgasms anymore, having two other miniature fairies in her uterus was overstimulation enough. 

“Hmmm,” said Titania sarcastically, “I wonder where they could beeeee?” Her eyes flashed down to Moth, who contritely took her hands off her hips and pointed straight down, to the bottom part of Peaseblossom’s belly. Titania’s smile grew wider. 

“I should have known right away,” she chuckled, and then brought her face down until her lips were right next to Moth, hovering right over the nether regions of Peaseblossom’s abdomen. 

“Cobweb!” came the Fairy Queen’s voice, resounding authoritatively as she spoke directly into Peaseblossom’s belly, “Mustardseed! Come out of there!” 

There was silent stillness for a moment. The two fairies, deep in Peaseblossom’s uterus, were standing stock still, hoping that their mistress wouldn’t hear or smell them. 

“Come on you two!” called Titania, a little louder this time. “Do you really think you can hide from me in there? I can smell you! I can hear your little lungs breathing! I know you’re in there!”

Their game was up — they knew it…they looked at each other. “…No we’re not!” called up Mustardseed. Titania looked at Moth, who cocked her head and threw up her hands. The Fairy Queen laughed again. 

“Now come on out of there, ok? But step carefully — I think Peaseblossom’s had enough stimulation for one day, don’t you think?”

“She deserved it,” said Moth, glaring up at Peaseblossom from her standing position in her bellybutton. “She made me drink so much of that potion that I shrank down until they couldn’t even see me anymore!” 

“A-already…t-told you I was…sorry!” said Peaseblossom through gritted teeth, her face turning red again as she fought to maintain her composure. It was especially difficult for her, because even though Mustardseed and Cobweb were stepping carefully as they walked back towards her vaginal opening, they still were doing little things to turn her on all over again. As they exited her uterus, Cobweb didn’t leave without punching her little fairy fist into Peaseblossom’s uterine wall one last time. And as they squished and squelched back up through her cervical canal, Mustardseed kept “tripping” and falling down. All of these little tricks were causing Peaseblossom’s arousal to build up all over again. 

“Come on you two, enough with your little tricks,” said Titania. “Come on out — I’ve got some questions to ask you.” 

“And we have some, uh…some questions for you too,” said Moth, suddenly remembering the fact that their mistress was in love with a strange donkey-headed human creature.
Peaseblossom gaped and gasped as the other two fairies squeezed themselves through her cervix opening and started slithering back up through her vaginal canal. Moth remembered what Puck had told them…about Oberon being responsible for the whole abomination of their mistress falling in love with this donkey-human hybrid abomination. 

“Mistress!” she said suddenly, raising her voice in exited indignation, “y-you…you have to know what’s going on with you being…in…in love with that...that thing! Puck told us that — ”

But Titania put up a hand, smiling as she silenced her fairy. “Enough, Moth,” she said kindly, “I know all about it. My Lord Oberon has explained everything to me as we flew around the globe on our nightly sojourn, just a few minutes ago.”

“He…he told you!?” asked Moth. Titania nodded as Peaseblossom gasped again. The Fairy Queen rolled her eyes and brought her face down to Peaseblossom’s vagina. 

“Hurry up in there!” she called in the the vagina. 

“We’re coming, we’re coming!” came cobweb’s little voice from somewhere deep in the fleshy folds. 

“And…and you’re not mad at him!?” asked Moth, continuing their conversation. “Not mad at Puck!?” 

“Oh, we reached a little agreement,” said Titania, smiling furtively. “I’ll tell you all about it…when I can see all of you!” She had turned to say the last few words back into Peaseblossom’s vagina. Cobweb and Mustardseed quickened their pace, causing Peaseblossom to reach the edge of stimulation again. A few seconds later Titania could see them emerge from Peaseblossom’s snatch. But as they climbed out, Cobweb “accidentally” bumped her head against Peaseblossom’s clit. This sharp stimulation was enough to make Peaseblossom orgasm again, and she squirted a fresh torrent of cum straight up out of her snatch, catching both Cobweb and Mustardseed in its flow. They tumbled down, head over heels and screaming, in the onslaught of Peaseblossom’s ejaculate, as their inch-high bodies were deposited roughly on the forest floor. They both stood up, coughing and sputtering as they wiped their eyes and shook the cum from their little bodies. 

“I said no more tricks!” said Titania, smiling in spite of herself. 

“It was an accident!” said Cobweb, pretending innocence as she squeezed cum out of her hair. 

“An accident like curdled milk!” yelled Peaseblossom angrily, and she made a move to snatch Cobweb off the ground. Cobweb yelped out and hid behind Mustardseed, who herself was quaking in fear of Peaseblossom’s revenge. But Titania reached over and grabbed the fairy’s hand, pacifying her angry movements with a single look. 

“Calm down Peaseblossom,” she said soothingly. “It’s over.”

“B-but…but mistress!” she complained, “they jumped inside me when I was passed out!”

“And you’ve done similar things to them in the past, have you not?” said Titania. “Come on Peaseblossom, have a sense of humor. And don’t try and pretend that you didn’t have it coming, shrinking down Cobweb like that!”

“I didn’t mean to!” said Peaseblossom heatedly. “How long are you going to throw that in my face Cobweb, huh?”

“Probably at least until the end of the day,” said Cobweb, leaning down to shake the cum out of her ears. She glanced up at Peaseblossom mischievously, knowing that, even though she was only an inch tall right now, she was safe from Peaseblossom’s wrath, since Titania was there.

“So how was it, having two fairies play “bounce-off-the-walls-of-your-uterus?” she said, cackling up at Peaseblossom. 

“Little bitch!” said Peaseblossom dangerously. “You better be glad our mistress is here. Otherwise I’d eat you alive.”

“Like hell you would,” said Mustardseed, laughing as she continued to dry herself off. “If you swallowed her she’d just crawl through your intestines until she reached your ass, and then can you imagine what kind of fun she’d have in there?” Peaseblossom huffed and looked back over at Cobweb, who stuck her tongue out and flicked it back and forth. 

“What a dirty little degenerate,” Peaseblossom grumbled, shaking her head. 

“Hold on!” said Moth, mockingly bringing her hand to her ear. “Hold on a second — did I hear that right? Did I actually hear Peaseblossom, yes Peaseblossom…call someone else degenerate!?”

“Pot calling the kettle black doesn’t even begin to touch it,” chuckled Mustardseed, shaking her head. 

“It’s kind of like the moon bitching about the tides,” laughed Cobweb.

“Ok, ok!” said Peaseblossom, rolling her eyes, a hint of a smile starting to announce itself behind her indignation. “You’re all just a big bough of bitches, you know that right?” 

“Of course we do!” said Mustardseed brightly. 

“Loud, proud, and unbowed!” said Cobweb, putting up her hand like she was taking an oath.

“Enough,” said Titania, even though her huge body was shaking with laughter. She loved her little train of fairies…they were always such a joy to be around, even if they could get out of hand sometimes.

“So,” said Titania, once she had gotten her fairies to be quiet. She held up the vial of shrink potion. “Where did you four come by this?” 

Peaseblossom sat up straighter against the stone fountain. With Peaseblossom in this new position, Moth fell into a sitting position on the bottom edge of the comparatively-giant fairy’s bellybutton, so that her little legs were dangling down in midair. Moth leaned on her hands, the entire upper half of her body framed by Peaseblossom’s navel, as she smiled mischievously. The other three fairies were smiling as well — Cobweb and Mustardseed had shaken and squeezed about as much of Peaseblossom’s cum off their bodies as they could, and they all exchanged furtive glances. 

“What?” said Titania, arching her eyebrow as she leaned down to interrogate her train. The normal-sized, 5-foot Peaseblossom seemed huge to the inch-high, shrunken fairies, but at a full 9 feet tall, Titania was huger still, and even a single arch of her eyebrow was enough to make her impish and playful fairies go quiet. 

“I can tell that something’s going on with you four,” said Titania warily, cocking her head. “And you’re going to tell me what it is.” 

Peaseblossom looked down into her navel at Moth, who was looking straight up into Peaseblossom’s face. Their eyebrows went up at the same time and Moth sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She turned and looked down at Cobweb and Mustardseed, who were standing nervously next to each other. Cobweb was staring very hard at an earthworm tunnel in the dirt, trying to avoid eye contact with her mistress; Mustardseed had picked up a dandelion seed from the forest floor and was anxiously twirling it around like an umbrella. They had been having such fun with the shrink potion, and they were afraid that if they told Titania the truth, she would take it away from them. 

Titania looked between the four of them for an answer, and, receiving none, she drew in her breath calmly and spoke again. “One of you is going to tell me,” she said coolly, “or else no more pixie pears until the new moon…for any of you.”

All four of the fairies erupted in dismay.

“No!” cried Cobweb, her eyes jumping up from the earthworm tunnel to meet Titania’s pleadingly. 

“Oh!” cried Mustardseed in horror, mistakenly inhaling some of the fluffy white dandelion pappus up her nose as she fearfully sucked in her breath. She subsequently sneezed, scattering the other white pappuses into the air in a little white cloud. 

“Hey!” whined Moth, throwing up her hands in a motion of surrender as she shook her head vigorously back and forth. In doing so, she nearly fell out of Peaseblossom’s bellybutton, and had to thrust her arms down again to steady herself. 

“Ok, ok!” said Peaseblossom quickly, mirroring Moth as she held up her hands in surrender. “We’ll tell you, mistress! We’ll tell you!” Titania smiled and folded her arms across her chest — she knew exactly how to get to them, that was for sure. Pixie pears were far and away their favorite food; she had often caught the four of them munching on the sweet fruits in her bower as she tried to sleep. The soft little crunching sounds were certainly cute, but they would keep her awake, and on several occasions she actually had to wrestle the little fruits of of their hands. 

Titania looked expectantly at Peaseblossom, who looked at the other three fairies, sighed, and spoke, wincing a little, hoping that their mistress wouldn’t get mad. “So…so, uh…Puck gave it to us.”

“Puck!?” burst out Titania. “That dirty little hobgoblin! He’s been up to even more mischief than I thought! And you four…you accepted it, just like that!?”

“W-well,” said Peaseblossom nervously, “w-we…we were, uh…we just thought — ”

“You didn’t think for one instant,” said Titania emphatically, her arms still folded across her huge chest. “I can see it happening right now — that sleazy little sprite dangled this potion in front of you. All four of you go wide-eyed and start drooling as you imagine shrinking each other down. Puck goes off to do Oberon’s bidding…and you all proceed to have your fun, totally distracted from your duties. Am I right?” 

The four fairies bowed their heads in shame. They knew their mistress was right.

“We’re…we’re sorry, mistress!” cried Peaseblossom, tears forming in her eyes. “We…we thought that…uh…P-puck told us that he was…was going to undo the spell from that flower! Th-that…that made you fall in love with that…thing!”

“We thought he had it all taken care of!” pleaded Moth, beating her lower legs anxiously against Peaseblossom’s flesh. 

“And we didn’t want to disturb you, mistress, when he told us what he had done to you!” said Cobweb breathlessly, bobbing up and down on her tiptoes. 

“B-because…because you told us not to!” added Mustardseed quickly, wiping her nose and then sneezing again. 

“Hold, fairies, hold,” said Titania gently, extending out her hands palm-down as she pet the air in a motion of peace. “I’m not angry with you.”

“Y-you’re not?” sniffed Peaseblossom. 

“No,” said Titania, smiling warmly. The fairies all sighed in relief. “But I do want you four to be more careful about what you accept from Puck. He might feign innocence, but he’s almost always up to something naughty.” 

“Wellll…” said Moth slowly, “we did kinda…uh…you know…trap him and, uh…played with him a little before he gave us the potion.”

“Oh?” said Titania.

“Yeeeaaaahhhhh,” said Cobweb, “we, uh…we kinda had our way with him.” 

“Like four or five times each,” added Mustardseed, before sneezing a third time. 

“Serves him right, the nasty little imp,” chuckled Titania. “Puck should know that if he plays with fire he’s going to get burned.” 

“Oh we burned him all right,” said Peaseblossom, licking her lips. 

“Roasted and ate him alive, more like,” said Moth, smiling as she remembered his cock exploding in her mouth. 

“I think he’s been eating more dewberries lately,” said Cobweb. “Gods above he tasted good.” 

“His cum tastes better when you have to suck it out of him,” said Mustardseed, “which is why I…I…—Aaaachoooooo!!” 

“Geez, are you actually allergic to dandelions?” asked Cobweb incredulously. 

“N-not…not allergic…I just…just…aaaaccchhhoooo!!”

“Here,” said Titania kindly, bending down as she extended her hand, “Why don’t you take a little dip in the fountain, Mustardseed? It should clear your nose right up.” 

“I don’t think — ” began Mustardseed, but she was abruptly cut off by her mistress’s hand wrapping around her inch-high body. Anything she said afterward was muffled by Titania’s huge hand. As Titania was a 9-foot tall giantess, Mustardseed’s little body was smaller than one of her mistress’s fingernails. 

“In you go!” said Titania brightly, tossing Mustardseed into the fountain. She came up sputtering, momentarily stunned by the water’s coolness. But a few seconds later she was swimming around happily, her sinuses having been cleared by the clear water. 

“Me next! Me next!” called Cobweb, jumping up and down. “I wanna go for a swim too!” 

Titania smiled as she bent down again to collect Cobweb, and tossed her into the fountain too. 

“Can I go too?” asked Moth from her sitting position in Peaseblossom’s bellybutton. Titania nodded, but before she could reach down to fetch her, Peaseblossom had already done so, catching Moth by surprise as she hurled her into the water. Moth came up spitting water. 

“Bitch move, Pease!” she called up, gesturing rudely in Peaseblossom’s direction. A few seconds later, Moth, Cobweb, and Mustardseed were all engaged in a splash war. 

“Do you want me to shrink you down so you can join them?” Titania asked Peaseblossom, as she shook the vial of shrink potion in her direction.

“No thank you mistress,” said Peaseblossom graciously. “I just wanna put my legs in the water for now.” She turned to stand up, stretching her legs for a moment, and then sat down on the edge of the stone fountain, putting her bare legs in the water up to her calves. The other three fairies swam over to Peaseblossom’s legs, continuing their splash war as they took turns hiding behind the pillars of their friend’s limbs. Titania sat down on the fountain’s edge next to Peaseblossom. Sitting down this way, the top of Peaseblossom’s head only reached Titania’s nipples, which protruded with her huge breasts through her thin, black, gossamer dress. 

“So…” said Peaseblossom to Titania, after a few moments of watching the other fairies play in the water, “ummm…so, Oberon told you about how, uh….how you fell in love with that…that ass-headed human?” 

“He did, yes,” said Titania, chuckling as she nodded her head. 

“And you, umm…you two worked out some kind of, uh…deal?” continued Peaseblossom. 

“We came to an agreement,” said Titania, smiling down at the fairy as her eyes sparkled darkly. Peaseblossom badly wanted to know what kind of “agreement” she was talking about, but she was hesitant to ask. Oberon and Titania were the King and Queen of the forest, and their private dealings were…well, private. 

“Suffice it to say,” said Titania, evidently well-pleased with herself, “that you four will find out what I’m talking about soon enough.”

“We will!?” came Moth’s excited voice from the fountain. The other three fairies had stopped splashing each other and were listening intently to the conversation. 

“Oh yes!” said Titania happily. “And I would have shown you earlier, but I needed to punish you all a little bit for being so gullible to Puck’s whiles.”

“But he’s so sneaky!” protested Mustardseed. “He acts all casual, like it’s not a big deal, but secretly he’s conniving to turn everything into chaos!”

“My point exactly,” said Titania. “And I had a few words with Oberon and, while my Fairy King was definitely responsible for making a fool out of me, he spoke to me in such words, and did such…lovely things to me…”

“Please skip ahead,” said Peaseblossom quickly. She didn’t want to get turned on all over again — the mere mention of Oberon and Titania doing dirty things to each other was enough to lubricate her exhausted pussy. 

Titania laughed. “Well, anyway — Oberon was able to persuade me to forgive him. And in his place, he offered up someone in return, who I could retaliate against, to even the score between us.”

“Who?” asked Cobweb, who was floating on her back in an acorn shell. 

“Yes, who??” asked Moth, who had her arms crossed against a floating twig as she treaded water. 

“Who else but the one who’s responsible?” asked Titania merrily. “The little trickster goblin himself!”

She snapped her fingers, and Puck immediately fell out of one of the trees that was overhanging the fountain. He had been hiding there, eavesdropping on the conversation, totally unaware that Titania had known of his presence the whole time. He yelled out and would have sprung up to flee, but Titania had produced a handful of sparkling dust in her palm and threw it onto his prone body. Puck found that he could still form words, but that his entire body seemed to have become paralyzed by the magic dust. He strained his voice to speak pleadingly up at Titania as she looked down at him with a grin on her face. Peaseblossom had helped the other three fairies out of the water and was holding them in the palm of her hand — with Titania, all four of them stared down at the vulnerable, paralyzed fairy. 

“P-please, please m-my queen!” he said desperately. “It…it wasn’t my idea! I was…I was just doing what…what my Lord Oberon commanded!” 

“Mmhmm,” said Titania, the smile not leaving her face.

“Trying to wheedle out of trouble as usual!” said Peaseblossom, delight brightening her face. 

“Look at him, trying to blame Oberon! Boy he must really be desperate!” cackled Moth. 

“Or insane!” laughed Cobweb. 

“It’s what he gets, messing with our mistress!” snickered Mustardseed. 

“If…if you want someone to revenge yourself upon,” pleaded Puck to Titania, ignoring the other fairies’ taunts, “then he’s the one!”

“Oh, but Puck,” said Titania, pouting her lips in mock-sorrow, “Lord Oberon already apologized to me profusely in the most…graphic of terms…and, unfortunately for you, the two of us have already come to an agreement.”

“An…agreement?!” asked Puck, his eyes widening in fear. 

“Yes,” purred Titania down to him. She shook the vial of the shrink potion at him. 

“N-no!” he stuttered. “Y-you’re not…you’re not going to shrink me down are you!?” 

Titania laughed musically into the air. “Oh no, Puck! Nothing so easy for you as that!” She turned to her fairies, who had guessed Titania’s game and were quivering with anticipation. She turned back to Puck, leaned down, and drew a single long finger down the length of his cock. It immediately sprang to attention, pointing directly up at the forest canopy, as hard as the stone basin of the fountain. Titania gestured to her fairy train. 

“These four,” she said slowly, deliciously, “are going to all shrink down…and go on an adventure — ”

“N-no…” said Puck, his voice full of dread.

“In your cock!” laughed Titania triumphantly.