Shining steel armor shimmered as the sun rose high over the hilly countryside, bathing anyone who saw the brave Sir Jacen Hillfort in a halcyon glow as his horse trotted along the country road. He was every inch what a paladin of the Order of Light was supposed to be, tall, strong, handsome, with a chiseled jaw and straw-colored hair that caught the light in a way that would make any maiden catch her breath.

The small buzz of wings whizzed past his ear as Alette, his fairy companion, flew ahead of him with a grin, hovering in his way in the obnoxious way she tended to do when she wanted his attention.

“Hey!” She shouted, flicking her blue hair over her ear with a grin, “You haven’t told me where we’re going! Come on, what’s the plan?”

“There is no plan,” Jacen chuckled, glancing down the road. “We search the land for injustice, then root it out.”

Alette huffed, crossing her arms as she hovered over to his shoulder, sitting down on the pauldron of his armor. “I always thought humans were supposed to be more orderly? Like you plan your whole lives out when you turn ten?”

“Some perhaps,” Jacen smiled, “I will simply go where I’m needed, and in the process, I’ll see the world and have a wealth of adventures.”

“True, but I’ve heard a lot of other people have a wealth of… well, wealth,” Alette commented, “haven’t you ever thought about getting more established, like other members of the order? That Lord Tannenberg guy a few towns back had like four guys with trumpets announce him when he went out for drinks.”

Jacen shrugged, “I won’t besmirch Lord Tannenberg’s methods, he’s well spoken of, and I’m sure evildoers fear him, but that’s not the way I wish to live.” He glanced at the fairy with a smirk, “besides, I don’t need men at arms, trumpeters, and a cupbearer, I’ve got a fairy.” He reached over and playfully tapped her head, causing her to scowl and wave his fingertip away.

“Quit it!” she whined.

“But you’re such a cute little fairy!” he taunted.

“I am not! I’m a brave adventurer!” she grumbled, wrestling with his finger. “Seriously, do you know how annoying it is when people are constantly calling you cute!? ”

Jacen stopped, pulling back, but still smiling, “I suppose I don’t. Still, never doubt that I know your bravery Alette, I’d be dead a dozen times over if not for you.”

“Yeah, and don’t forget it!” she grumbled. “You know, I’ll bet if Lord Tannenberg did have a fairy, I would get carried on a cushion by a squire or something!”

“So why don’t you go work for someone like that?” Jacen asked curiously. “You’re capable enough with magic, and other skills, if you truly long for fortune Alette, I can find you someone who will lead you to it.”

Alette looked up at him and blushed, “I uh… I’m just too much of a free spirit!” she lied, “I’d never fit in with an outfit like that!” He nodded, seemingly accepting the answer, and inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief. Slowly she glanced up at him again, making sure he didn’t notice her staring.

How do you tell a guy like that that you want to be more than adventuring partners? She wondered. She’d done her research, Paladins could be with women, and human-fairy relationships were rare, but not unheard of or particularly scandalous… The truth was she only had her own nervousness to blame, that and the fear that if he didn’t feel the same way, he might not want to take her on his journeys anymore.

I’ve just got to wait for the right moment, she insisted to herself.

…

Allison sighed as she looked out at the tavern’s crowd. They were decent enough folk, with only a few rowdy drunks to mar the lot, but she found herself daydreaming about a real man more and more of late… ever since he came.

Oh Jacen, she sighed dreamily, twirling her hair around her finger, in my dreams you carry me away from this horrible place…

“Oh stop that daydreaming,” her mother chided, pushing a broom. “We’ve got the busiest tavern on this trade route, we eat well and we’re richer than some petty lords.”

“But it’s so boring mother,” Allison grumbled, picking up her serving tray.

“Boring is good,” her mother retorted, “do you remember all the trouble we had when those city scoundrels were trying to steal our secret recipes?”

“And then Sir Jacen foiled them,” Allison swooned, imagining the way he’d looked as he’d dragged the thieves before them.

“A good man that one,” her mother agreed, “Good looking too! If he had a penny to his name I’d see if he wanted to court you.”

“Mother!” Allison squealed.

The door to the inn creaked open, and Allison felt her heart skip a beat as she saw him walking in. Jacen was with his fairy, a cheery smile on his face as the creature buzzed around his head. Allison stood up a little straighter, clearing her throat and quickly brushing her auburn hair back behind her ear.

Across the tavern she’d been spotted, “Heads up, the tavern wench is coming over to flirt again,” Alette whispered.

“She’s just being friendly,” Jacen insisted.

Nobody wears a shirt cut that low to be friendly, Alette grumbled inwardly. Allison the tavern girl was extremely well endowed, enough so that the fairy had no doubt that the bouncy freckled cleavage coming towards them would swallow her up several times over.

“Sir Jacen!” She gushed, “always a pleasure to have you in our tavern, what can I pour for you?”

“Just spring water for now,” Jacen said with a smile, “and a serving of whatever meat that is being cooked back in the kitchen.”

“Right away,” She giggled, blushing, “So, are you going to be staying in town long?”

Their conversation was interrupted by a man staggering through the door, dirt from the road on his face as he gasped for breath.

“T-The caravan!” he called, “it’s been robbed! Bandits are looting it right now!”

“Cancel that order,” Jacen shouted, “Alette!”

“Coming!” The fairy said eagerly, zipping back to his side.

Allison couldn’t help but swoon, “He’s so dreamy,” she muttered, watching the knight go.

“Allison, drinks to table three!” her mother shouted.

With a huff Allison picked the tray up again, heading to the table.

…

Tanara Boulderbreak laughed as her men chased the last of the merchants into the woods, leaving them to loot the caravan’s wagons in peace. The bandit queen was a formidable sight, while she lacked the bulging muscle of her lackeys, her form was lithe, sinewy, quick, and plenty of men had found that the sword and flintlock pistol on her belt weren’t for show. She unrolled the wanted poster the merchants had been carrying, eager to see what the law abiding citizens of the territory had to say about her now.

“They always make me look like a trollop in these,” Tanara muttered.

The poster had softened her sharp features, and while she did braid her hair the way the artist drew it was immaculate, less like the bandit chieftess she was and more like a high borne lady. With a scowl she scanned further down.

“Five thousand thalers?” she balked at the reward, “This is ridiculous, they used to offer fifty for that fool Brodda before he fled over the border!”

“That’s good!” Bernard, her second in command, called with a grin. “Less chance of someone worth their salt coming after us!”

She rolled her eyes, the man was the ideal minion, large shouldered, strong, friendly enough, and loyal. Still, he wasn’t exactly the most ambitious.

“I don’t want to be robbing coaches forever,” she grumbled, “What I need is some notoriety Bernard, once you’ve become a big time outlaw, a warlord even, then you’ve got some negotiating power! You can get a king or an emperor to pardon you, make you their lead enforcer!”

“Or your name gets too big and they decide to send the army after you,” Bernard muttered, scratching his chin.

“Nonsense,” Tanara said dismissively, “become a legend, and then it doesn’t matter what side of the law you were on, people will be crawling over each other to get on your good side.” She glanced at the caravan, “any sign of what we’ve been looking for yet? It should be a gold box, with some weird silver writing on it.”

“What are we looking for exactly?” Bernard asked uncertainly.

“It’s a kind of magical storage crystal,” Tamara said, “I don’t exactly know how it works, but those royal couriers we robbed last week said it would be in this caravan, I guess some big important magic types in the capital asked for these guys to bring it to them.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Bernard grumbled. “Also, we don’t have a mage in the crew.”

“Ah, how hard could it be to figure it out?” Tamara replied, “I’m sure there’s a book somewhere that will tell me how to use it to throw fireballs or something, worst case scenario we can trade it to a rogue mage.”

“Got it boss!” one of the men shouted, bringing a small gold box to her.

Tamara licked her lips, taking it from the man eagerly as lighted runes sprang to life on the sides. She slowly opened the lid, feeling the warm magical rays wash over her face as she stared at the crystal within.

“I can already tell I’m going to like this thing,” she breathed.

The sound of hoofbeats interrupted their discussion, and Tanara whirled towards the road, snapping the box shut and stuffing it in a bag on her belt. In one smooth motion she drew her sword and pistol, Bernard hefted his axe, and the half dozen other men with her stopped looting the large wagons, readying their own weaponry as they came to her side.

The knight rode up, his horse rearing up with a whinny as he dismounted in a graceful motion, “Halt!” Jacen called. “That caravan is vital to this town’s fortunes, and you’re going to put back everything you’ve stolen!”

Tanara’s brow furrowed, “Is it just you? One knight? I think I’d like to take my chances and just keep the stolen goods, thanks.”

Jacen drew his sword, a magnificently crafted silver blade he’d received from his sword instructor when he’d graduated from the academy. It caught the light in a way that impressed even the group of thieves before him.

“I don’t care about your numbers,” he declared, “and besides, I’m not alone!”

A blue glow shimmered up his side, stopping and levitating next to him as her wings thrummed in his ear, “That’s right!” Alette called, letting her hands fill with blue magic.

“A knight and a fairy,” Tanara chuckled, “Still taking my chances, I think I’ve got a flyswatter in my pack somewhere!”

“Alette’s bravery far outshines her size,” Jacen retorted, flourishing his blade as he stepped forward.

“Get him!” Tanara shouted, firing her pistol and starting the battle with a loud *bang* and a puff of white smoke.

Alette willed the bullet to stop, coating it in the blue magical glow of fairy magic as it slowed in midair, then eventually stopped. While fairy magic had few offensive uses, stopping projectiles for her human friend was well within her abilities, and she hovered high over the battlefield to watch as the first of the brigands reached Jacen.

“No sense spilling blood this day,” Jacen muttered, turning his blade sideways. He deftly dodged the first blow, bringing the flat of the sword up across the man’s face in a blow that made him grunt with pain, then fall over. “You’ll be bruised, but you’ll live,” Jacen said, stepping over him. He almost casually brought his sword up to parry one strike after another, striking out with his armored fist and the flat side of the sword as openings appeared.

“H-He’s not even taking us seriously!” Tanara whispered, her eyes wide.

“Uh, Tanara?” Bernard shouted, gulping as the gang lay before them, groaning in pain on the ground.

She steeled herself, rushing forward with her sword to the man’s side, “You’ll regret messing with me!” she shouted, bringing her sword around for a strike.

“Doubtful,” Jacen sighed, parrying her sword. His foot shot out, catching Bernard in the stomach, sending the big man sprawling. Alette flew overhead, sending a quick zap of magic into the man’s forhead that would knock him out, leaving Jacen and Tanera alone.

Alette hovered down just behind Jacen’s head, “Oooh, you’re going to get it now!” the fairy taunted.

“Shut up fly!” Tanara howled. She readied her stance, slashing again and again at Jacen, who raised an eyebrow as she managed to force him back.

“You’ve some skill,” he admitted with a smile, “it’s too bad it’s wasted on a life of crime.” He ducked low, sweeping his leg across her ankles, tripping her and sending her into the dirt. His blade came up under her chin, and he smirked down at the outlaw, “Do you surrender?”

“Yes,” Tanara muttered.

“She’s got something in her bag!” Alette called, fluttering down next to the defeated bandit.

Tanara sighed, laying her head back in defeat as Jacen reached into the bag, pulling out the box. With a curious look he brought it up to his face, frowning as he tried to read the runes.

“Where did you get this?” he muttered, “surely the Caravan wasn’t carrying it?”

“Hey, ask them where they got it,” Tanara muttered.

“That’s old elvish,” Alette said nervously, looking at the runes. Jacen slowly opened the lid, exposing the crystal to the air and filling the clearing with an odd blue glow. “Jacen,” Alette said suddenly, “I’m feeling a lot of weird magic coming off of that thing, maybe you should put it-“

The two humans and the fairy screamed in unison as a blinding light filled the clearing. There was a clanging sound as Jacen’s armor hit the ground, and Tanara winced as the sword fell on top of her, startling the bandit as she blinked spots out of her eyes.

“Hey, what the hell?” she muttered, sitting up and rubbing her head. The knight’s gear was scattered around her, “Did he get naked?” wondered aloud.

“Jacen!” Alette shrieked, flying over the armor.

“Oh shit,” Tanara said, stunned, “I think that crystal vaporized him.”

“NO!” Alette wailed, landing on the abandoned breastplate. She looked down, tears welling in her eyes.

Tanara chewed her lip awkwardly, the fairy was an enemy, but she’d never been good in these emotional situations.

“Welp, he was a paladin, so he’s probably in a better place,” she said awkwardly, “Unless he was one of those ones that goes to hell to fight the demons.”

…

Jacen groaned, looking up at the sky. He sat up, looking down at his naked form with a grimace.

Did the bandit girl strip me? he thought angrily. “Alette?” He frowned, looking at the vast dirt covered plane around him. Overhead was some kind of silvery mountain or cliff… He gulped as he recognized the shape of the object, my armor? And up above, sitting atop it like some faraway colossus was-

“ALETTE!”

…

“And if you think about it, getting disintegrated like this probably saves on burial costs,” Tanara continued, “so you know, silver linings?”

“Quiet!” Alette snapped, “I just heard him!”

“Fuck me,” Tanara muttered, looking around nervously, “He’s a ghost already!?”

Alette rolled her eyes, fluttering down off the perch of the armor.

…

Jacen felt the wind rush around him, kicking up dust as his formerly diminutive fairy companion hovered overhead. He squinted his eyes as the looming feminine form of the fairy searched for the source of his cries.

“ALETTE I’M DOWN HERE!”

The fairy paused, looking down in surprise. The wind ceased as her feet landed in front of him, causing the ground to shake slightly. Her feet were the size of wagons, and as his eyes traced up her smooth legs he found himself realizing just how much of a woman Alette was. He’d always thought of her as his fairy companion, cute yes, but at this size, looking up at her, it was hard to deny that she was in fact a woman. He found his eyes lingering on her chest, where her low cut green fairy’s dress revealed a pair of house sized orbs that seemed to scream softness to him.

Get ahold of yourself, he scowled, Alette’s the same as she ever was, she’s just the big one now.

“Jacen!” she gasped, smiling, “You’re alive!” She blushed, giggling as she knelt down to take in his naked body, “ Really alive,” she said, pointing between his legs. He looked down, his face crimson as he realized his arousal was on full display to her.

“It must be a side effect of the magic,” he lied, “Clearly I have been… reduced. ”

“Whoah, he’s tiny?” Tanara’s voice boomed. Her massive face blocked out the sun as it came up behind Alette.

Gods above, Jacen gulped, where Alette was a towering colossus to him now, the bandit was a true mountain, an impossibly large almost geographic feature that caused the wind to rush around him with her mere movements.

“I can barely see him,” she chuckled. “Well, since he’s not dead I don’t feel so bad.”

“Alette, can you undo this?” Jacen asked with a sigh.

“Just a minute,” the fairy said, her hands glowing blue as she held them over him. She concentrated for a few moments, but the glow faded, leaving the fairy panting with exhaustion. “No, it’s a really powerful charm, I can’t even budge it.”

“The crystal is supposed to give a desperate person what they need,” Tanara’s voice rumbled, vibrating through the speck sized Jacen’s chest, “I guess it must have shrunk you to save me!”

“Then wish he was big again!” Alette shouted.

“HA!” the bandit laughed, “Fuck that!” She stood up to her full height, fully driving home to Jacen just how small he was. “First, I’m gathering up your gear, this is some nice stuff and I’ll get a pretty penny for it, and then I’m going to go find a jar or something to keep my new pet Paladin in!” She lifted her boot up, letting it hang over the doll sized fairy and the bug sized knight. “Unless you’d prefer I just stomp you two?”

Alette scowled, it wasn’t the first time someone had threatened to step on her, and it wouldn’t be the last. As always the person in said position had balanced themselves on one leg to lift their boot, and she sent a sharp stinging spell at the other ankle.

“Ow!” Tanara yelped, tumbling back over.

Alette’s hand darted down, startling Jacen with its speed as the thick, warm fingers curled around him. His arms and legs were pinned together, and in spite of their situation he couldn’t help but enjoy just how warm the fairy’s palm was.

“I’ll pull your wings off for that!” Tanara howled as Alette buzzed away. The bandit rose as if to give chase, but she was already becoming a small dot as Alette soared above the treetops, taking them back in the direction of town.

“I think we’ve lost her,” Alette sighed, landing on a tall tree branch to rest.

“Good thinking,” Jacen said with a grin, “hitting her ankle like that… my own experience with giant opponents is rather limited, I suppose to you every opponent is a giant?”

“No,” Alette giggled, “I’m just very small.” She opened her palm as she brought him up to her face, letting him sit in the center as she took him in. “You though, you’re smaller than small, you’re positively tiny!”

It’s so strange, seeing her like this, he thought, every feature of her face was magnified, giving him a much more detailed look at her than he’d ever had. He recognized the expression coming over her face too, one that was much harder to hide from a man at his current size. She can’t possibly be… is she?

Gods above he’s a handsome man, Alette thought to herself, taking in the naked form of the man in her palm. She’d seen Jacen naked before of course, he had to change in camp, bathe in rivers occasionally, but this was different, closer, and she could feal his heartbeat as he rested in her hand.

“We should go to town,” Jacen called up at her, “You know, to get help, warn them that the bandits eluded us?”

“Right,” Alette blushed, “of course!” She curled her fingers around him again, giggling at the hardness between his legs that poked her soft palm slightly.

…

Tanara’s gang were all groaning and rubbing their heads as they tended to their wounds. The bandit leader herself was staring at the crystal, slowly rotating it in her hand and wishing as hard as she could.

“Any luck?” Bernard asked.

“I want to be the most famous bandit in the world,” she grumbled. She looked around, “Then again, how would I know if that one worked?”

“I guess we could go to town and see?” Bernard offered. “The last time you tried to terrify the innkeeper she didn’t recognize you.”

Tanara sighed, that had been a particularly humiliating endeavor, the old woman had even asked her if she had a reservation.

“Okay, listen up everyone!” she called, standing up, “We’re going to go intimidate the villagers, like the most famous bandit in the world would!”

…

Allison heard a tapping at the tavern’s glass, and frowned as she saw the fairy hovering outside of it, “Alette?” She moved to the door, pulling it open, allowing the fairy to flutter inside.

“There’s been a disaster!” Alette shouted.

Allison gasped, “Is Jacen okay!?”

Alette sighed, hovering up to the barmaid’s face. She extended her hand, letting girl’s eyes focus on the tiny knight in her clenched fingers.

Allison gulped, “I-Is that-“

“Jacen,” Alette sighed, “hold on.” Her hand glowed for a moment as she cast the magnification spell.

“Allison,” Jacen said, finally audible to the full sized girl, “You need to tell your mother to call up the town’s militia! The bandits defeated us, and they could be headed this way!”

Allison’s face paled, “If they beat the two of you, we’ll have no chance! They must have been the most cunning and powerful brigands to ever live!”

“Uh, kinda,” Alette muttered.

“Believe me when I say that your mother and the village men can take this lot,” Jacen replied tersely, “We just got… unlucky.” He sighed, “Alette? Can you put me down on the table over there? I need a minute to think.”

The fairy hovered down to the table, placing him on the vast wooden plain, the grains themselves valley that could trap him if he wasn’t careful. With a sigh he sat down, crossing his legs as he began to meditate.

“What’s he doing?” Allison whispered.

“Paladins are more in touch with the gods,” Alette explained, “he’s probably seeing if he can undo the curse… if that’s what it is, truth be told I’ve never seen an enchantment quite like this one.” She gently tapped his back with her toe, getting no response. “He could be like that for a while, I’m going to go find your mom and the militia commander!” She lifted off, buzzing away towards the tavern’s back room. A moment later her mother stormed out, the fairy resting on her shoulder.

“It seems we might have a fight on our hands,” she said grimly, “Allison, watch things here while I round the lads up.”

Allison glanced at the bug sized man on her table, then around at the tavern. At this time of day there wasn’t anyone else in the common room, and there likely wouldn’t be until closer to dinner. With a nervous expression, she slowly got down on her knees, peering over the table’s edge at the tiny naked paladin. She felt herself flush as she looked over his body.

He’s small, but he’s still so hot…

“Nothing,” Jacen growled, standing up. “Okay Alette, divine aid is out, we-“ he turned around, startled to see the castle sized face of the barmaid grinning down at him. “Oh, Allison!” he quickly covered his crotch with his hands.

“Too late,” she giggled, “I saw it!” He was certainly less intimidating at this size, and she felt bold.

Jacen smirked, putting his hands on his hips, “Is that so?”

“I’ve been dreaming about it for a long time,” she growled, blushing at how lewd she suddenly felt. She grinned as she realized the knight was taken aback too.

He tried to put on a confident grin. Despite the puritanical reputation the Order of Light’s members carried, fraternizing with the opposite sex was far from forbidden, one could only rescue so many maidens from monster dens before the inevitable happened after all, and while he’d had many of the same experiences any other man his age might have, he’d never had any of them at the size of an ant.

“W-Well, your face has been in my thoughts while on the road,” he stammered.

Allison squealed, “Really? I knew it!” She leaned over the table, giving him a good look at the valley sized cleavage that waited between her breasts. “You’ve saved our town so many times,” she giggled, “and now you’ve gotten yourself like this ,” she sighed dramatically, “it only makes sense that one of our town’s fair maidens should reward you!”

“Oh no,” he insisted as the titanic girl’s hand came towards him, “that’s not-“

He was cut off as she delicately pinched him up, the soft pads of her fingers molding around him as she lifted him high into the air. He looked down, fighting a mixture of apprehension and excitement as he realized what she intended.

“Just rest and recuperate,” Allison giggled, opening her fingers, letting him flail through the air.

Jacen grunted as he felt himself make contact with the cushiony surface of her chest, bouncing off her right breast and tumbling down it as if it were a hill made out of soft pillows. He didn’t resist as the heat of her flesh washed over him, providing a calming warmth as he found himself wedged between the tender mountains, rising and falling with each of the barmaid’s breaths.

The soft smell of lavender emanated all around him, the rich soap Allison used lingering on her skin throughout the day. It was all too much comfort for a man used to traveling on the roads, and he sighed contentedly.

“You seem like you like it there,” Allison giggled, hovering her finger over him. “Bye bye!” her fingertip made contact with his body, driving him down below the surface of the tender embrace of her cleavage. Jacen’s world went dark, and as he moved slightly against his confinement, he realized he would be trapped in the murky world of her breasts for the time being.

He decided to relax, Alette will inform the villagers, and then we’ll fix this, he decided. Until then, there wasn’t much to do but simply enjoy himself. The soft up and down motion of Allison’s breathing was soothing, and the steady beat of her heart rumbled around him, causing his eyes to flutter as the tiredness of the day began to hit him. Soon he was fighting to stay awake as the massive pair of tits pressed in on him like an avalanche, and when sleep finally took him, he was ready for it.

Maybe after spending some time in there he’ll notice me a little more when he’s big again, Allison giggled, walking through the tavern with a confident strut. I should probably just keep him between my tits as much as possible until the fairy can fix him, who knows how long that could take though? She blushed at the thought of keeping the tiny knight tucked away in her cleavage as she went about her day, serving drinks, hanging laundry, preparing dinner, all while he struggled and succumbed to her charms. And it wouldn’t stop there, she thought, nearly groaning at how the thought excited her, I could keep him in other places, perhaps a day in my panties would be enjoyable?

Allison took a place behind the bar, smirking to herself as she imagined how impactful his time tiny would be on Jacen. If everything went the way she wanted it to, he’d practically be worshiping her as a goddess by the time he was able to look her eye to eye again.

And if they can’t fix him? It was a far flung thought, but she entertained it a moment, I think I could still enjoy him, she thought with a grin. She glanced down at her cleavage, feeling Jacen go still as he fell asleep. Yes, he would really be all mine then…

The door to the inn burst open, and Allison leapt up with a start. A woman in leather armor, leading a gang of ruffians, was storming into the tavern, looking around with excited grins. She gulped as she saw that the woman held Jacen’s sword.

“You there,” the woman called, leveling the sword at her, “Do you know who I am?”

“U-Uh, no? Do you have a reservation?” Allison squeaked.

The air seemed to go out of all of them as they groaned, “Damnit,” the woman muttered, holding a blue crystal in her hand, “I’m not any more famous than I was before! Nobody in town recognized me!”

“You could tell me your name?” Allison offered, “so I might next time?”

The bandit woman grumbled a few swears under her breath, then stood up, “I am the bandit queen Tanara the tenacious!”

“Bandit Queen?” Allison asked hesitantly, “do you have more men somewhere else?”

“No,” Bernard said, “we’re it.”

Allison pursed her lips, “M-Maybe bandit chieftess is more appropriate? Bandit captain ?”

“Oh, go to hell,” Tanara snapped, storming over to the bar, “So long as I’m here, give me every last coin you’ve got!” She thrust a bag across the counter at the barmaid.

Allison nodded, reaching beneath the counter to where her mother kept a few sacks of coin for making change. She brought them up to the counter, glancing at the back kitchen and wondering if she should run for it.

“They went in there!” someone outside shouted.

Tanara turned towards the tavern’s front windows, stained glass patterned things that didn’t let you see out, but the shadows of the approaching militiamen were plainly visible, as were the spears and swords in their hands.

“Out the back!” Tanara snapped, pointing over Allison’s shoulder. She reached for the bags of coins, but Allison gritted her teeth, swinging them as hard as she could at the other woman.

“AH!” Tanara stumbled back, dropping Jacen’s sword. She shot Allison a hateful glance, and for a moment the barkeep worried the bandit would be on her, but the doorknob at the front was already beginning to turn. “When I’m the world’s most famous bandit, I’ll come back for you!” she hissed, scurrying after her men.

The militia burst in a split second after they left, Allison’s mother at the forefront with an ancient blunderbuss in her hands and a pot for a helmet on her head. The other men were slightly better armed, and they fanned out, looking for the intruders.

“Mother!” Allison called, “they’re gone, they didn’t have time to take anything!”

“Good,” her mother grunted, “from the way the fairy described that lot it would be damned embarrassing to let them get away with so much as a penny.”

As if summoned by the mention, Alette fluttered over the two, glancing around, “Hey, where’s Jacen?”

Allison blushed deeply, “He’s safe,” she said.

Alette’s eyes narrowed, “That doesn’t answer my question!”

Allison cleared her throat, “You know, Jacen is so small right now, it would really be better if he stayed here, at the tavern, just until you figure out a way to fix him!”

“Allison come on,” Alette said, crossing her arms as she hovered in front of the girl’s face, “What did you do with Jacen? Is he in your shoe or something?”

“Not my shoe,” Allison muttered, her face growing ever more crimson.

“Girl, where’s Jacen?” Her mother barked.

With a shaking hand, Allison dove her fingers into her cleavage, fishing around for a moment until they pinched around the tiny man. With a weak smile she pulled him out, displaying him to the stunned fairy, her mother, and the village militia.

“It was the safest place for him!” she insisted again.

…

“A bandit attack on the tavern and I slept right through it,” Jacen grumbled, watching the sun set.

“Don’t feel too bad,” Alette chuckled, reaching down to stroke his hair. “You’d have been lucky to give Tanara a hangnail at your size.”

The pair were sitting up on the rooftop of the tavern, where Alette had flown them for privacy. He was sitting in her lap now, doll sized even to a fairy. The perspective of the now giant village was bringing home just how small he was, and he found it daunting. Still, the tender embrace of the fairy’s fingers around his waist reminded him that, if nothing else, he wasn’t alone.

“That woman… she still has the crystal, that’s the key to this, but we don’t know much about it,” Jacen said. “Tomorrow we should go to find Lorelei, she’ll know what it is at the very least.”

“I don’t care for witches,” Alette growled. “They’re always pulling fairy wings off for their weird potions.”

“They grow back, don’t they?” Jacen smirked.

“Your hair grows back, but I’ll bet you wouldn’t like me to pull it out,” Alette retorted.

“Fair point,” Jacen grimaced, “but Lorelei doesn’t brew any unethical potions!”

“At least not in front of you,” Alette muttered under her breath.

Of course the real reason she didn’t trust Lorelei had nothing to do with a fear of having her wings plucked off. The ample bosomed witch had always been a little too friendly with Jacen, and after seeing what Allison had been up to with the tiny knight, she was feeling more territorial than usual.

To make matters worse she was fairly certain Lorelei had other tastes, she’d caught the witch occasionally observing her , ending the stares with a flirty wink, and tucked away in the corner of the witch’s bookshelf was a volume titled “Intimate Relations With Smallfolk: Pixies, Fairies, Gnomes, and More.”

Still, she was a talented witch, and this problem was beyond her simple fairy magic.

“We’ll go tomorrow,” Alette sighed.

…

Tanara shook the crystal angrily as her men turned a roasting pig over her campfire, “Damnit, you granted me one wish and it was just to save me from one lousy knight?” She scowled, “I should chuck this thing down the latrine!”

“Maybe it doesn’t do big wishes,” Bernard offered. “I mean think about it, if it could make everyone rich and famous, we’d have rich and famous people everywhere!”

Tanara gripped the crystal, “Huh, let’s try it!” She grinned at Bernard and pointed the crystal at him, “Crystal, shrink Bernard!”

Nothing happened, and her henchman crossed his arms angrily, “Really?”

“I’d have grown you back,” Tanara said defensively, “it was just a test!” She scowled at his impassive face, “We just need to find out how it works, we’ll start asking around for mages tomorrow.”

“There’s a witch that lives in the woods a few miles from here,” Bernard offered. “She sells potions and removes curses and such,” he scratched his chin. “Leslie? No, Lorelei! That’s her name. She’d probably be willing to tell us what that thing is and how it works.”

Tanara nodded, “We’ll start with her then, and we’ll rob her blind while we’re there! We need to start spreading news of our infamy, robbing a witch sounds like the kind of thing that impresses people.”

The men nodded in agreement, and Tanara chuckled, pocketing the crystal again.

Soon I’ll be the most famous outlaw in the world! She vowed.

The droning of Alette’s buzzing wings rattled Jacen’s eardrums as they made their way through the forest. Traveling like this was taking some getting used to, and the tiny knight felt nauseous as the world blurred by. They weren’t traveling that fast either, Alette could move with astonishing speed in short bursts, but for long range flying she didn’t travel much faster than a horse at a casual trot.

The most difficult thing to come to terms with, however, was where she’d decided to carry him.

“Don’t poke out too much!” the fairy giggled.

Jacent felt her strong finger land on his head, slowly pushing him back down into the cup of her bra. Snuggled against the warmth of her breast, it wasn’t an uncomfortable way to travel in the slightest, in fact with the soft pillowy skin of the giant mammary against his back it was by far one of the cozier journeys he’d taken.

Jacen gulped as he felt his hand trace across the slightly rougher skin of her nipple, and he pulled back as if electrocuted, wondering if the giant fairy noticed. He’d always been aware that Alette was a woman, and a pretty one too, for all that she was the size of a doll, but at this size, seeing all of her features magnified to this degree, he suddenly found her occupying his thoughts more and more.

He touched my nipple, Alette thought with a giggle, now did you do it on purpose, or on accident? She slowed her flying for a moment, reaching for her bra cup, “Sorry, my weight’s a little off center, even a small change can mess up a fairy’s flying!”

Jacen felt the fingers come down on his side, gently pushing him so that the fairy’s enormous nipple was now pressing directly into his back. He gulped as he felt it starting to stiffen from touching him, and Alette gave a sight that was a little too relieved as she cupped her chest, forcing him against it.

“Much better,” she growled, picking up speed again.

…

Tanara led her band of outlaws along the road, casually tossing the wishing crystal up and catching it out of the air as they walked.

“So, this witch,” Tanara said, “Is she the type that’s going to turn us all into frogs if we bother her? Or is she going to be willing to tell us how this thing works for a few coins?”

“She definitely seems into gold,” Bernard muttered, “she sells potions, vitality elixers, but she also sells some other things, but you’ve got to ask for them directly.”

Tanara frowned, “like what?”

“Potions that…” Bernard trailed off, looking to the other men for help, but they just shuffled nervously.

“Potions for your dick?” Tanara asked, raising an eyebrow, “Guys, come on, we’re a group of murderous outlaws, I’m not going to slap you for saying penis.”

“They’re the best cock potions too!” one of the men cut in. “I used one back with my ex-wife, bought me another few months of marriage, I’m sure of it!”

“Huh, well her loss big guy,” Tanara chuckled, “Okay everyone, do you remember what I told you about fighting magic users?”

“You think it’s going to come to blows?” Bernard asked.

“I’m going to ask nicely,” Tanara said, “but if the witch won’t play along…” she shrugged, “then I might start getting a little angry.” She twirled her pistol expertly, holstering again as she rested her hand on her sword pommel, “the key is to keep them off balance, even the ones that don’t need incantations anymore still need to focus to make their stuff work.”

“How do we distract them?” one of her men asked.

“Loud noises, taunts, that sort of thing,” Tanara said, “if you’re close enough, hit them in the face, most mages won’t keep casting once they’ve been punched in the mouth.”

…

Lorelei cackled to herself, enjoying the way the glowing green liquid in her cauldron bubbled. Slowly she stirred the brew, leaning over it to inhale the rich fumes, shuddering in pleasure. The Draught of Insatiability was one of her most popular sellers, and always tended to have a lot of buyers right around festivals. It made her good money too, and at four days of work to brew there weren’t any other alchemists or enchanters in a hundred miles who could prepare one.

A wind chime told her that a visitor had crossed onto her property, and she looked up from her work. With a hum she held out her hand, willing her broomstick to fly to her waiting palm. Stopping by a small mirror by the door, she quickly adjusted her appearance. A long, jagged nose popped out, a bulging wart with a hair growing out if it emerged on her chin, and she stooped over, grinning as her teeth turned jagged and yellow, her skin a pale green. Finally, she tilted her wide brimmed hat ever so slightly, In this business, it paid to give people what they expected out of a witch.

“Welcome my pretties!” she laughed, throwing the door open. No one was there, and she peered out, her eyes narrowing. “What a foul thing,” she said loudly, “to harass a feeble old woman like this!”

“You’re not an old woman, now drop that ridiculous glamour!” the familiar voice of a certain fairy called. Alette buzzed down into view, crossing her arms at Lorelei’s disguise.

The witch brightened, “Oh, it’s my favorite little dragonfly!” As she stood up her features changed, her skin smoothing and returning to its pale, almost white sheen, her hair going from grey streaked and frazzled to straight and almost silky black, spilling down her back. Finally her breasts jutted outward, expanding in her open top dress and giving her a deep cleavage that contrasted sharply with the ebony fabric. “Please, come in!” she giggled, waving the fairy inside.

“Why do you always make yourself look ugly?” Alette asked, fluttering inside.

“Most expect a witch to be old, experienced, twisted by the dark magics we command,” Lorelei said wistfully. “It is so rare to meet people willing to accept us for the curious and free thinking people that we are…” She sat down at the table, regarding the fairy with a wide grin, “I’m so glad to see you again Alette, when was it we last saw each other?”

“The time the town’s old mayor was summoning demons to write his campaign speeches,” Alette said, fluttering down to the table’s surface.

“Ah yes, Jacen looked so dashing when he was banishing them back to the underworld,” Lorelei giggled, a red tinge coming over her pale cheeks. “I do wonder though, why would his adorable fairy companion come all the way out here without him?”

“That’s actually why I’m here,” Alette began, “You see, Jacen- EEP!” she squeaked in surprise as Lorelei swept her up, clenching her fingers around the tiny fairy and holding her tight as her wings buzzed in panic. The witch licked her lips amorously and slowly brought her thumb, nearly as thick as Alette’s torso, up to the fairy’s crotch, pressing gently, but firmly into it.

“I think I know,” Lorelei said in a husky voice, “We’ve always had a certain chemistry , haven’t we fairy?”

“WHAT!?” Alette squeaked.

“You decided to leave noble Sir Jacen for an afternoon and come here and find out what it would be like to be with someone bigger? ” Lorelei cooed, slowly rubbing her thumb against the outside of Alette’s dress.

The fairy gasped, it did feel good, “N-No-“ she stammered, trying to regain control of the situation.

“It’s completely natural for fairies that live among humans to have curiosity Alette,” Lorelei continued. “You’re so small, and delicate!” her free hand came around to Alette’s back, gripping one of her buzzing wings and holding it still for a moment, running her fingers along the transparent appendage.

Alette shivered at the sensation, “W-What are you doing?” she managed weakly, “don’t pull that off!”

“I’d never dream of that,” Lorelei chuckled, “but a fairy’s wings are an erogenous zone all their own, and with the right stimulation…” Alette squealed as a wave of pleasure ran through her body, leaving her panting and flushed as she looked up at the giant witch’s grinning face. “See? Doesn’t that feel nice?” she asked. “I’ve done my research, I know just how to make our little tryst the most unforgettable time of your life!”

“WAIT!” Alette shouted, “I-I’m not here for uh… that,” she managed, panting a little as the witch toyed with her wings again.

Lorelei stopped, frowning, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I didn’t come here to do things with you!” Alette managed, finally finding her mind again.

Lorelei released her instantly, “Oh gods, I’m so sorry!”

Alette shivered as she fluttered back down to the table, rubbing her temples and trying to get her bearings, how the hell did she know how to touch my wings like that? She glanced at the bookshelf again, scowling as she saw Intimate Relations with Smallfolk, almost mocking her from its position among the other volumes.

“Okay,” she breathed finally, “I’m here because Jacen got shrunk!”

Lorelei’s expression went from embarrassed to interested in the blink of an eye, “Really?” the witch drawled, “what caused that?” She chewed her lip, “Where is he now? I might need some time alone with him to reverse the curse, you know how tricky those elven magics can be.”

“He’s right here!” Alette said, reaching into her top and withdrawing the tiny human.

Jacen had heard most of the exchange, and was red faced with embarrassment himself, evidently Alette was right about Lorelei’s fixation on smaller races, he admitted to himself. He forced a smile, waving up at the colossal witch from Alette’s hand.

“Hello!” he called, trusting Alette’s charm to render him audible.

“Gods, you are tiny, ” Lorelei giggled, leaning in and squinting to get a better look at him. “This isn’t any elven spell either…” She slowly brought her fingertip down to him, and it soon filled his vision, a vast wall of ridged flesh. It glowed blue a moment, then there was a *snap* sound, causing Lorelei to pull it back, shaking it as if she’d been bitten. “Yikes,” she muttered, “whatever got you got you good. I couldn’t even try to pry at the enchantment without getting feedback.”

“Can you just throw a growing spell on top of it?” Jacen asked hopefully.

Lorelei and Alette laughed together, “Boy, you can tell he only bothers with divine magics, huh?” Lorelei said.

“Growing spells are much harder than shrinking spells,” Alette explained, “they’re mostly novelties. If growth was easy, we fairies would be the big ones.”

“You are to me,” Jacen smirked.

“I might be able to help a little with that,” Lorelei said, “you’re small enough that I can probably make something to grow you a few inches,” she explained. She shifted uncomfortably, “It’s an unconventional potion, but I have had lots of success with it growing small things by up to six inches or more!”

“What kind of small things?” Alette asked with a frown.

Lorelei rolled her eyes, “It’s a potion for men who have a short sword, but want a longsword, okay?”

“Ah,” Jacen nodded, “I see… and you think it would work for me?”

“Worst case scenario, you’re going to be very confident for a few days,” Lorelei chuckled, “but I’m sure with a little tweak it could work on the entirety of your anatomy, instead of just that one part.”

The witch scurried to the back of her cabin, returning a moment later with a large glass flask and a small cast iron stand. She put it on a small work table near her cauldron, her hands blurring as she grabbed various ingredients and poured them in.

“Alette!” she called, “prepare some blue fire!”

The fairy nodded, tucking Jacen back into the cup of her bra as she fluttered up to the flask’s burner. With a quick zap from her hands, a rich blue flame popped into being, slowly heating the prepared potion while Lorelei poured a viscous clear liquid into it.

“Yes,” the witch cackled, “excellent! This cock growth- I mean this Jacen growth potion should be ready soon.” She glanced over at Alette, frowning as she saw the tiny dot of Jacen’s head poking out of her top. “Hey, are you carrying Jacen in your tits?”

“It’s the safest place for him!” Alette retorted, “I don’t have pockets!”

“It’s certainly comfortable,” Jacen admitted, glancing up at Alette with a grin.

“You’d be far more comfortable with me,” Lorelei smirked, “ both of you…” she traced a finger along her breast for a moment. “Jacen, you’d just disappear, Alette? I think you’d find yourself enjoying the experience.”

“Nah, I’m having fun being the big one for a change,” Alette chuckled, buzzing upwards.

Lorelei held out a hand, and Alette yelped a she felt telekinetic tendrils wrap around her, the invisible digits forcing her wings to her side and causing her to float through the air to the witch, who snatched her out of the air once again.

“You’re not big though,” Lorelei giggled, “Jacen’s just smaller. ” She lifted the fairy up, getting a good look at the tiny man tucked against her breast. “I’d be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this,” Lorelei laughed, “this is my chance to feel truly divine… ” Her eyes shone with excitement as she pushed her robe aside, revealing the black panties with gold star patterns across the front.

Oh gods, she’s gone insane, Alette thought weakly.

“Lorelei,” Jacen began, “I’m not sure what you have in mind-“

“I’m going to stuff you in my panties, then you two are going up my cunt,” Lorelei grinned.

“Ah, well not much ambiguity there,” Jacen muttered. He glanced up at Alette, “Well?”

Alette blinked, “What do you mean well? Come up with a plan to get us out of this! Like you always do!?”

“Usually I’m the big one, and…” Jacen blushed, “it’s not the worst thing to have happen to us at this size, is it?”

Alette gulped, not wanting to admit she’d had the same thought cross her mind, “L-Look here Lorelei, this is all pretty sudden, and-“

“If you don’t want to, just say so,” Lorelei growled, annoyed.

Alette thought it over, “You’ll let us go afterward?” she asked, “no keeping the fairy and the tiny guy as sex toys forever?”

“Come on, you guys are my friends,” Lorelei laughed.

“I didn’t hear a yes,” Alette scowled, “we fairies know exactly how this goes! It’s all fun and games until you’re living in a panty drawer!”

“Is this really a big problem at smaller sizes?” Jacen asked, stunned.

“Yes,” Alette and Lorelei said together.

“But not with me!” Lorelei added, forcing a smile, “you two could experience all the fun of being tiny and helpless in a totally safe-“

Lorelei’s wind chime rang, and she froze, “Someone’s coming,” she muttered. She waved her free hand at a small crystal ball in the corner, causing it to light up. Within the shimmering orb the three of them saw the bandit leader, Tanara, leading her group of men towards the cottage.

“That’s the bandit!” Jacen said angrily, “the one who used the crystal to do this to me!”

“She must be coming to finish us off!” Alette gasped.

A moment later there was a knock at the door, and Lorelei gulped, “W-What business do you have here?” she asked nervously.

“My name’s Tanara, the Bandit Queen!” the woman’s muffled voice called. “I’m here with my army of outlaws-“

“We’re more like a troupe,” someone called. There was a slapping sound, then a cry of pain, before the woman continued.

“My army of outlaws, and I demand counsel with Lorelei the witch!”

“They’re not here for you,” Lorelei muttered.

“You’ve got to hide us somewhere!” Jacen said.

Lorelei’s face lit up in a grin, and she stifled a giggle as she brought the gripped fairy lower.

“Wait, surely there must be some other-“ Alette was cut off as she, and Jacen, were stuffed down the front of the witch’s gold and black panties.

Alette squirmed, the warmth and humidity rushing up to greet her as the witch’s slick lips brushed against her. In desperation she buzzed her wings, but that just caused the witch to squeal in excitement, pressing her hand against the fabric and pressing the pair closer to herself.

“Oof!” Lorelei grunted, “those wings can vibrate, she muttered, letting the front of her robe fall down again, hiding her underwear and the prisoners within. The fairy’s squirming nearly made her double over as she made her way to the door, but with a deep breath she forced herself upright, summoning all of her strength to conjure her disguise once again.

Within her underwear Jacen was thrown free of Alette’s top, falling down into the abyss of the panties with a shout. He hit the side of the cleanly shaved slit, sticking to the pink flesh as her juices filled his senses with the rich musky smell of her arousal.

Lorelei bit her lip, feeling the tiny human make contact. Okay, she thought, just answer their questions and get them out of here… then you can play with the tinies!

“Welcome my pretties!” she cackled, throwing the door open.

“Yeah, hi,” Tanara snapped, pushing her way in. Her men followed behind her, the brutes cradling their weapons as they took up positions along the walls, surrounding the spellcaster.

“What can I do for you?” Lorelei asked, struggling to maintain her “witch voice” as she felt the fairy and the tiny knight squirm in her nethers.

“I need answers about this,” Tanara said, holding up the crystal. “It’s supposed to grant wishes, it’s already granted one, actually, it saved me from… That is to say, it allowed me to defeat Sir Jacen in combat.”

“ You defeated sir Jacen?” Lorelei asked skeptically. She shivered, hoping her “guests” wouldn’t notice.

“He fled the battle and I was still standing,” Tanara snapped, “that’s defeated enough for me! Now, I want to know what this crystal is, and how it works! And I can offer you a hefty reward for telling me!”

Lorelei’s interest was piqued, “A reward you say? Gold? Enchanted tomes perhaps?”

Tanara sighed, “Okay, well maybe I can give you a few hundred thalers now as a down payment for the reward you’ll get when I’m the most famous outlaw in the world?”

“Witches don’t work on credit,” Lorelei replied darkly.

“Do they work in exchange for not getting beaten black and blue?” Tanara asked with a grin.

Lorelei tried to respond, but Alette slipped lower, and she just managed a grunt, placing her hand on the table next to her for balance. A split second later Jacen began climbing upward, sending flares of pleasure up her spine as he maneuvered himself across her lips.

“I see the threat has hit home,” Tanara laughed as the witch’s face struggled to remain calm. She thrust the crystal into Lorelei’s hand, “tell me what this is, and how I use it!”

Lorelei breathed out slowly, “T-This is…” She frowned, suddenly forgetting the fairy and the knight squirming in her panties for a moment. “This is one of the gifts to Turis…”

“Turis? The elf goddess?” Tanara asked with a frown.

“Yes,” Lorelei gasped, clenching her legs together as the fairy clawed her way towards the rim of her panties. “Typhon, the god of humans, and Turis, the goddess of elves have a rather… contentious relationship.” She shivered, biting her lip.

“Are you okay?” Bernard asked.

“J-Just very excited to see such a rare artifact,” Lorelei moaned. She took a deep breathe, forcing herself to focus, “Typhon and Turis made these together, and distributed them to the humans and elves, hoping that these points of power would allow the two races to live in balance…”

“I’ve never even seen an elf,” Tanara said, “so what does it actually do? ”

“It grants the heart’s desire!” Lorelei shouted, standing upright.

Deep in the dark and humid landscape of her panties Jacen gritted his teeth, trying to climb over the moist folds towards the opening at the top. The witch’s sudden motion caused him to lose his grip, and he tumbled down with a cry of surprise, landing atop the bud at the top of her womanhood.

Lorelei squeaked, biting her lip as her pale cheeks turned red.

“The heart’s desire… so it is a wishing crystal!” Tanara said excitedly.

“No!” Lorelei shouted, louder than she’d intended.

“No?” Tanara scowled, “Okay, what’s the catch? Is this like those monkey’s paws where it just fucks you over, or what?”

“O-Only one wish at a time,” Lorelei managed, “and only wishes about the individual… nothing that would change all of reality.” She gulped, slamming her palm on the table so hard that all of the bandits jumped. “You can’t use it to wish the sky was a different color, or that it would rain pastries,” she managed finally. She made eye contact with Tanara, “It won’t make you famous, but it will give you the means to make yourself famous, and it wont’ answer another wish until you’ve finished the first one.”

Tanara nodded, holding her hand out. Lorelei dropped the crystal into the bandit’s hand, and the outlaw rubbed her chin as she regarded it. The bandits all looked at each other while the witch fought the shivers of excitement.

“So only one wish at a time,” Tanara muttered. “That must mean I’ve got to finish beating that knight before it will give me another one?”

“YES!” Lorelei gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as orgasm roiled over her body.

“Yes!” Tanara laughed, rising with the spellcaster, “Finally someone with a little enthusiasm around here!” She reached her arm around Lorelei’s shoulder, pulling the witch close. “Say, I think you and I should team up, this group doesn’t have a good mage yet, and you seem like the type who would love the life of an outlaw!”

Lorelei gulped, “Oh no, I don’t thnk-“

Deep within her panties Alette finally managed to breach the top, gasping for air. With a scowl she reached down for the witch’s womanhood, snatching up the ant sized knight and bringing him to her face.

“Alette,” Jacen said dreamily, “Lorelei shaves down there, how fascinating.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” the fairy grumbled, shoving the tiny knight back into her top. She frowned, it certainly was smooth… maybe he would like it more if I… She shook her head angrily, leaping out of the panties and into the billowing witch’s robe.

“W-Wait!” Lorelei shouted, slamming her hands over her crotch. The fairy squeaked in surprise as she was pressed against the witch’s panties again.

Tanara frowned, “What was that sound?” she asked.

“Me,” Lorelei lied, “I’ve got… squeaky pussy, the elves did it, it’s horrible! Totally ruins sex!”

“Let us out of here!” Alette’s muted voice called.

“The fairy!” Tanara shouted excitedly. She pulled her pistol leveling it at the witch’s head and cocking the flintlock mechanism in one smooth motion. Lorelei sighed, holding her hands up.

“Ha ha!” Alette cried, “We’re free Jacen,” she called, fluttering up out of the witch’s robes, “We’re…” she glanced around at the grinning bandits. “Oh…”

“Is that little speck on your tits Sir Jacen?” Tanara asked with a smirk. “Sorry, but I’ve got to finish him off to get my wishing crystal to work again.”

“Justice will prevail!” Jacen shouted angrily.

Tanara chuckled, “Wow, maybe don’t shout that kind of thing when you’re the size of a bug?” She swung her pistol towards the fairy, and Alette went pale as she stared down the barrel of the massive weapon.

“Don’t hurt them!” Lorelei shouted. With a grimace she kicked over the cauldron in the center of the room, causing it to fall off the flame with a *clang* as it rolled across the floor, gurgling the insatiability draught across the carpet. 

“Let’s go!” Alette shouted, zooming out the window, hugging Jacen close to her.

Tanara blinked, feeling herself growing excited as the fumes from the draught hit her nostrils. Lorelei was swaying too, and they looked at one another lustfully before they heard the groans of Tanara’s men.

“Oh gods,” Bernard muttered, “T-Tanara-“ he took a deep breath, “Quick! Everyone outside, into the open air!”

“Oh, hell no!” Tanara grinned, her thoughts clouding, “Let’s do this!” With a lustful roar she leapt at her henchman, tackling him to the floor as her other minions gathered around her.

…

Allison the bar wench, no, not the bar wench, Allison the Adventurer, Scanned the cabin. She frowned as she heard the groans from within, resting her hand on the pommel of Sir Jacen’s sword, the blade that had been left in the tavern.

She wasn’t armored in the way that a knight should have been, with a cast iron pot on her head, and a large cooking tray strapped across her chest. Still, she felt brave in her makeshift armor, and if it was just things she’d collected here and there, her sword as true, the sword of the great knight himself!

“Forth,” she said to herself, “And fear no darkness!” She drew the blade, marching towards the witch’s cabin with a determined look on her face.

The sound of the door bursting open gave her pause, and she watched in a mix of horror, fascination, and lust, as the bandits, their leader, and the witch spilled out onto the greenery before the cottage.

“I’m here to save Jacen and Alette!” she cried, holding the knight’s sword up high.

“Who?” Tanara growled, throwing her top away, “Look honey, either jump in or fuck off!”

Allison gasped, sheathing the sword and fleeing in embarrassment as the group continued what they were doing, their moans echoing behind her.

…

Alette groaned happily, laying across an oak tree branch as Jacen slowly massaged her feet, his tiny fingers reaching every sore spot as he squeezed and pressed against the soft skin of her sole.

“Oh yeah,” she muttered, “that’s nice.”

“Shouldn’t we go back and see if Lorelei is okay?” Jacen asked.

“She’s fine,” Alette said dismissively, “trust me, a bunch of horny bandits is like a dream come true to that woman.”

…

Tanara groaned, pulling her panties back up after the longest and most intense sexual experience of her life. Her trousers came up next, and she sighed as she saw Bernad approaching her nervously.

“Captain,” he began, “We want you to know that we all still respect you, even if we-“

“Oh cut that shit out,” Tanara muttered, “you guys are basically my man harem, I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“Your man-harem?” Bernard asked.

“Yeah, that’s why I picked a fat guy, a cute guy, a tall guy, and a bookish guy, plus you,” Tanara replied.

“I thought you were choosing an ideal bandit team,” Bernard muttered.

“Nope, you’re all my harem,” Tanara replied dismissively, “this whole thing just sped it along…” She turned to see Lorelei, coughing and sputtering as she crawled away from the cabin. “Witch!” she called, getting the pale woman’s attention. “The crystal, it will recharge if the last wish is done, yes?”

“Y-Yes,” Lorelei managed. “If the previous wish is fulfilled, the crystal’s magic will return, allowing it to grant another person’s desire!”

“There you have it boys,” Tanara called to her slowly recovering bandits, “Follow me, let’s go find that knight!”

…

The armor of lord Tannenburg shone in the late afternoon sun as he led the column of sworn cavalry along the road. The black haired man with the thick mustache had an expression that was so impassive he could have been carved from stone. As his column came alongside the merchant caravan he dismounted, glancing around at those scattered laborers trying desperately to grab the discarded boxes and load them back into the wagons.

“Where is my crystal?” he boomed, causing the entire procession to stop.

A man with a long thick beard moved forward, rubbing his hands, “Lord Tannenburg, the crystal was taken by bandits.”

“Bandits?” he sneered. “Elven? Imperial assassins perhaps?”

“They were… normal brigands,” the caravan leader managed.

Tannenburg sighed angrily, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder, “Let us see your sins,” he muttered.

The bearded man shouted in pain, then collapsed to the ground, his beard hairs smoking as the paladin stepped past him.

“You survived,” Tannenburg muttered, “so you are innocent of this theft… but who has taken what is mine?”

…

Alette buzzed down towards Lorelei’s cottage, Jacen tucked securely against her breast. The bandits had gone, and the witch herself was sitting on a folding chair in the front yard, groaning and rubbing her forehead.

“Hey!” Alette shouted, “Witch! Where’s my growth potion?”

“Watch your mouth fairy!” Lorelei groaned, “or else I might-“ She shivered in a mix of pain and pleasure as the fairy blasted her with a blue bolt of magic.

“Careful,” Jacen muttered.

“She’s exhausted,” Alette laughed, “too much fun with the bandits if I had to guess!”

“Yes!” Lorelei admitted angrily, “we had a great afternoon while you two were off doing fairy nonsense! What do you want?”

“The growth potion,” Alette said, crossing her arms.

Lorelei blinked, as if in a daze, “Yeah, okay…”

…

Jacen looked at Alette’s toes, slowly letting his gaze trace up along her titanic body. Beyond the fairy the immense mountainous form of the witch was swirling a potion flask that was as big as a castle tower.

“Hold still,” Lorelei muttered, tilting the flask ever so slightly and letting a drop fall on the speck sized knight.

Jacent squeezed his eyes shut as the drop fell on him, splattering over his body like a bursting melon. He gasped as he felt the ecstasy of his body shooting upward, and he couldn’t help but laugh as he put his hands on his hips.

“I’m back!” he declared excitedly.

“Erm… no,” Alette said weakly.

He turned to see the fairy grinning down at him, at least a head taller, “Oh…” he muttered. “Well, it’s something, right?”

“You wish,” Lorelei chuckled, “this has about a ten minute lifespan.”

Jacen sighed, “Ten minutes of heroism at six inches is enough to sway the tide of any battle!” he declared.

“That’s the spirit,” Alette grinned, “I’ve done a lot with seven inches myself!”

“Here you go,” the witch muttered, handing down a tiny flask the size of a peppercorn to the fairy. “I used my magic to reduce it, it should give you an advantage now and then…” She sighed, standing up and adjusting her wide brimmed hat, “I don’t think I can help you anymore, so good luck!”

“I’ll call you in my hour of need,” Jacen said, nodding to the massive witch.

She went pale, “No, please Jacen, I don’t want to be called into some final battle between good and evil-“

“In my darkest hour, when I beg for aid, my old friend, the witch Lorelei will answer,” Jacen said, his voice reverberating through the walls as the gods blessed his vision.

“Oh, fuck you,” Lorelei muttered.

“Can you do that for anyone?” Alette asked.

“No,” he replied, turning to her, “a holy proclamation like that comes straight from the gods, I’ve little power to direct it.” He sighed, looking up at her with a steely expression. 

Alette’s eyes widened, “Is this it! Are you about to do a prophecy about me?” she asked excitedly, “do I get to slay the evil that no man may kill!?”

“No,” Jacen breathed out. “The potion is wearing off.

There was a flash, and Jacen was back level with Alette’s toes. With a resigned smirk he walked up to them, tapping her nail and looking up at her.

“Alrighty,” Alette sighed, bending down to pick him up. “We’ll keep looking until we find a way to regrow you!”

“Siskei,” Jacen said suddenly. “She’s from the far east, I’ve seen her tear enchantments apart!”

“The oni?” Alette asked nervously, “she’s always been unpredictable Jacen…”

“But always ready to lend a club to the fight for justice!” Jacen said with a grin.

Alette sighed, running a hand through her blue hair, “Okay, I guess it’s worth a shot…”

She picked the tiny knight up, tucking him into her bra again, patting him for good measure. She glanced over at the witch.

“Apparently you’ll be around in our darkest hour, so get ready.”

“ His darkest hour,” Lorelei muttered. “But I’ll try to save you too, if it’s convenient.”

“Wow, thanks witch, I knew I could count on you,” Alette muttered. Without another word she buzzed her wings, taking off upward into the tree canopy.

Jacen blinked against the wind as Alette flew higher, zooming over the treetops as they searched the lands for any sight of their friend. As usual Alette had tucked him into her top for the flight, and the only sound echoing above the wind and the buzz of her transparent wings was the clinking of the handful of bottles tied around her waist, potions which could increase Jacen’s size from that of a bug to that of a doll temporarily.

“The farmers said they last saw Siskei going in this direction,” Alette said, hovering in place and scanning the forest below.

“She never stays in one place for too long,” Jacen muttered.

“That’s probably because she starts so many fights she can’t,” the fairy laughed. “Hey, there’s a tavern a few miles from here, do you think she’d-“

“If they serve strong spirits, then she’ll at least stop by,” Jacen said, “let’s go!”

…

Allison took a deep breath, buckling Jacen’s sword to her side as she stared at the tavern, my first time entering one as an adventurer, not just the bar wench! She thought with a grin. The tavern was further into the wilderness, away from the main roads, and unlike the merchants that often visited her and her mother, this one was known for a rougher crowd. Just act like you belong, she thought, lifting her nose in what she hoped was a disdainful look as she stepped in.

The sound of a piano being played hit her as she walked in, and she coughed at the thick cloud of tobacco smoke in the air.

Mother would have made them smoke out back, she thought, shooting a disapproving look at a pair of men with pipes at the bar. Clearing her throat, she made her way up, taking a seat next to them. The barkeep turned around to her, and she struggled not to squeak in fright. He was a broad shouldered man, with a long white scar across his face and a knife at his belt that was practically a short sword. He unsheathed it, and her eyes went wide. She breathed out a sigh of relief a moment later as he hacked a lime in half on a nearby cutting board.

“Well?” he growled, “Gonna order a drink?”

“One tea,” she said, sliding a copper across the bar. She chewed her lip as the two smokers glanced at her curiously, and she cleared her throat, making her voice as gravelly as she could, “ with milk.” The barkeep took the copper, clearly fighting a laugh at her as he walked to a small kettle behind the counter, black and rusting at the edges. “I’m also looking for information,” she began.

“Oh this’ll be good,” one of the smoking men laughed, turning to her.

“Hey!” Allison scowled, “D-Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, I’m a real dangerous swordswoman!”

“Did you have something you wanted to ask?” the bartender asked in a bored voice.

“I’m looking for Sir Jacen,” she said loudly, standing up and getting the attention of the whole room. “I’m a friend of his, and-“

The wood creaked as a massive red skinned woman got up out of her chair. With a groan she lay down a massive bottle of liquor, trading it for a spiked iron war club that made a scratching sound as she dragged it behind her across the wood floor.

Oh gods, Allison thought, gulping as she rested her hand on the sword pommel.

The woman was at least seven feet tall, wearing little more than a tanned animal hide across her ample chest and another across her waist, exposing her muscular physique in full. A pair of red horns poked up through a mane of snow-white hair that grew down to the woman’s neck, and she brushed a bit of it out of her eyes as she scowled down at the terrified girl.

“I’m Siskei,” she growled, “and that’s Sir Jacen’s sword,” she said, nodding at it.

“I-I’m trying to bring it back to him!” Allison insisted.

“We should talk,” the oni muttered.

“Sir Jacen?” a man in the corner shouted, “He busted our smuggling ring!” a group of five men stood up with him, cracking their knuckles and angrily approaching Allison.

“Hold on, Sir Jacen?” Another man shouted, “He saved my mom during the floods last year!” the group of men with him got up as well, eying the first group angrily.

“That holy bastard sent me to jail for a year!”

“He helped me fend off a pack of wild dogs!”

“Everyone!” the barkeep called, “we all have an opinion on Sir Jacen, but can we please just calm down and-“

A chair flew through the air from one faction to another, so quickly that Allison couldn’t tell who had done it, and there were shouts as the tavern erupted into a massive brawl. The pianoman picked up the music, increasing his tempo as the Barkeep shouted for order.

“Heh, let’s talk about Sir Jacen later!” the red skinned Oni grinned, grabbing Allison by the arm, “this looks like fun!”

“W-Wait, I don’t-“ Allison gave a final squeal as the Oni dragged her into the melee.

…

Alette buzzed down over the tavern’s stables, wincing as she heard the raucous fighting going on inside. Jacen poked his head up out of her top, grimacing with her as he saw a man stagger out the front door, bruised and bloodied before collapsing to the ground with a moan.

“Well, it’s always been a rougher type of place,” Alette muttered.

“WHO WANTS SOME!?” a booming woman’s voice bellowed from inside.

“That’s her!” Jacen said excitedly.

“Yep,” Alette sighed, “We should probably wait out here until she’s finished up in there.”

“Agreed,” Jacen sighed, “as much as I’d like to go in there and restore order, I don’t think it would be wise to do so at this size.”

Alette giggled, “It’s fun to imagine you trying though.” She plucked him out of her bra, leaning back against the straw rooftop and putting him next to her feet. “Let’s have another of those massages,” she said, wiggling the giant toes as he walked towards them.

Jacen gripped the sides of her soles, slowly pressing against the smooth skin firmly as the fairy sighed happily. Her feet were remarkably smooth, likely as a result of flying everywhere, and like the fairy herself had the slightest evergreen scent to them that he couldn’t quite place, something close to cedar but not quite.

Fairy smell, he chuckled to himself. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you like me this size,” he said, looking up at her.

Alette grinned, leaning up, “It’s nice to be the big one for a change, yeah! Now you know what I’ve had to deal with during all of our adventures.”

“I don’t recall ever asking you to rub my feet,” he retorted.

“No, you never asked me for anything, but every other big person messes with me, especially when we get captured by bandits or something,” she said, crossing her arms.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I should get punished for that,” he chuckled.

She smirked, pressing her foot flat over him and pinning him to the rooftop with a grunt. Slowly her soft foot rolled over his naked body, and as it rubbed across his manhood he was suddenly very aware of just how velvety soft it was.

Is he hard!? Alette thought, her face flushing. She bit her lip, stifling a giggle. “You know when you’re small people just play with you all the time,” she said, slowly bringing her foot across his body with each word. “Us fairies, we’re just too cute to resist I guess…” Her heart picked up as she felt a strange boldness coming over her, “I’ve got to admit, with you pinned under my foot like that? I’m starting to get it.” She pushed her foot across his body again, the satiny soft soles of her feet sliding over his erection as he groaned. Her toes came up on either side of his head, and she pinched it between them playfully for a moment, giving him a whiff of that crisp evergreen scent again.

“Alette-“ he grunted, “If you’re not careful you’re going to make me- that is to say I’ll-“

“Why didn’t you ever try anything with me though?” She wondered, leaning up and placing her fist under her chin. She looked him right in the eyes and scrunched her foot against him roughly, causing him to spasm and buck his hips against her sole, spraying his seed across the bottom of her foot with a low groan. “Oops!” she said sweetly. I might be the first fairy to ever have a human cum underneath MY feet, she thought, a smug grin coming over her face.

She waited a few minutes, letting his breathing slow as he was caught up in the post orgasm haze. He dimly looked up at her, a mixture of embarrassed, excited, and enthralled. She lifted her foot off of him when he’d calmed down a bit, flexing her sole and admiring the small dribbles of goo he’d left. Idly she traced a finger up the bottom of her foot, collecting it all and popping it into her mouth, sucking for only a second and slurping his seed down.

“That was…” Jacen began hesitantly, unsure of what to say.

She leaned down, wrapping her fingers around his body and bringing him up to her looming cottage sized face, “Jacen,” she said slowly, “we’ve been traveling together a long time now. You’ve always treated me like your friend, not like a pet, or a familiar, a tool, or a toy to be played with.” She took a deep breath, it was easier to talk to him like this, but it was still hard. “Maybe, when this is all over, I’d like to know if you’d like to be more than friends.”

“Alette, I-“

“You don’t have to answer now,” she said quickly, “and even if the answer is no, I’ll still help you get back your size, just… think about it, okay?”

He nodded weakly, and with a sigh she brought him back up to her chest, sliding him up against the cup of her bra. She felt giddy, and a goofy grin came over her face as she fluttered down towards the tavern.

…

The oni laughed as she held two flailing men in headlocks under each arm, rocking her head back to slam into the skull of a third man that had tried to sneak up behind her.

“Come on Allison!” she shouted, “these guys are wimps!”

Allison shakily held a wine bottle she’d grabbed off a table, and with a squeal of fright broke it over the head of a charging ruffian. She blinked, watching the man fall with a groan, then grinned.

“I did it, I got one!”

The floorboards creaked behind her, and she turned around to see a massive man with mutton chops and a curly beard looking down at her with a scowl.

“Oh dear,” she muttered, holding her hands up weakly, “Listen, sir, can we just-“

“I don’t fight girls!” the man declared.

“You sexist asshole!” Siskei shouted, “If I wasn’t already fighting four other guys I’d-“

“That’s very understanding of you!” Allison said, grinning eagerly, “Very chivalrous-“

The man just grinned, “That’s why my wife always comes drinking with me!”

He stepped to the side, and an even larger figure appeared, a barely feminine form who was if anything even burlier and hairier than her husband. The woman grinned, raising her fists as Allison paled.

“Oh dammit!” the oni howled from somewhere, “I wanted to fight that one!”

Allison just weakly raised her fists, gulping and trying to square herself up against the other woman, “I-I must warn you,” she stammered, “I-I’m very tenacious when cornered-“ From somewhere in the brawl a bottle spun through the air, shattering on the back of Allison’s head, and she fell to the floor unconscious.

“Fuck,” Siskei growled, “she was just about to kick some ass!”

*BOOM*

The gunshot rang out, stopping the remaining brawlers as they looked to the source of the noise. The bartender was up on the counter, one smoking flintlock pistol in his hand, and a wide mouthed blunderbuss cocked and loaded at his hip.

“All right,” he bellowed, “Fight’s over!” He sighed angrily, looking over the devastation, broken tables, chairs, and a portrait that had been torn from the walls and smashed over a man’s head. “New bar rule,” he declared, “no conversations about Sir Jacen, no talking about how you love him, you hate him, or anything in between!”

Under the baleful gaze of the barkeep, the patrons slowly started picking up the mess, muttering apologies, curses, and veiled threats to one another as they righted the tables and chairs that hadn’t been smashed. Someone produced a broom from somewhere and began the job of sweeping up the broken glass.

Siskei sighed, walking over to Allison and scooping her up, tossing the unconscious girl over her shoulder, “Tough luck kid, your first bar fight never goes quite the way you want it to.” She started towards the stairs, when the familiar buzzing of wings got her attention. She turned to see a blue haired fairy zip into the tavern, making a beeline for her with a grin on her face.

“Alette? Good to see you, where’s-“ she shot a glance at the still angry bartender, “That guy you hang out with?”

Alette raised an eyebrow, “Jacen? He’s-“

“I heard that!” the barkeep shouted.

“We’re going up to my room!” Siskei scowled, waving Alette towards the stairs.

…

“What on earth is Allison doing here?” Jacen muttered, watching from Alette’s top as the oni lay the unconscious girl on the bed.

“Fairy, you might shooting some blue sparks into this girl’s skull?” Siskei asked, jerking her head at Allison, “she got hit in the head pretty bad.”

“Sure,” Alette said, buzzing over to Allison. She concentrated, sending waves of a simple healing spell over the girl’s forehead. While Alette wasn’t a skilled healer, by the time she was done she was confident that Allison would wake up with no more than a bad headache.

“Now, where’s Jacen?” Siskei asked, sitting down on the bed and crossing her arms.

“He’s right here!” Alette said. She reached into her top, and Jacen didn’t resist as she produced him. He gave his best grin, waving up at the mountainous red woman, who looked down at him in stunned shock.

“Wow,” Siskei muttered, squinting and looking closer, “I can barely see you! This is some pretty crazy stuff…”

“It’s an enchantment from a crystal, blessed by the gods,” Jacen explained. “I was wondering if you could break it?”

“Let me take a look,” Siskei muttered, standing up, “Alette, keep holding him upright…”

Alette shivered, “fine, but don’t touch any of my magic!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Siskei smirked.

Jacen involuntarily tensed as her fingertip came towards him, a massive red pillar stretching through the sky and slowly pressing into him. The ridges of her finger rubbed against his face, and a moment later the immense digit pulled back, a bright yellow ethereal thread attached to it like a string.

Siskei’s people can interact with raw magic itself, Jacen thought, but has she ever handled a divine spell?

Siskei grabbed the yellow thread with a grunt, pulling at it like she was in a tug of war, “Definitely stronger than anything I’ve ever seen,” she gasped, “Let me see if I can pull it out…” Her muscles bulged, and the veins on her arms popped as her grip tightened and she took a step back. She pulled with all of her might, swearing under her breath in a language Jacen didn’t recognize. A moment later the thread seemed to thicken, then glow brighter. Siskei’s eyes went wide, and there was a crisp ozone smell in the air.

“Aw fuck,” Siskei had time to mutter.

There was a snapping sound, then the oni was thrown against the wall, hitting it with a *thud* and cracking the drywall as she groaned. The thread vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving Jacen still tiny.

“Are you all right?” Jacen asked as Alette hovered down to her, holding him in her hand.

“Ugh, that’s a tough enchantment,” Siskei groaned. “I think one of the clan heads back east might be able to do something with it, but there’s no way I’m undoing it on my own.”

Jacen sighed, “I suppose we’ll need to keep looking for a solution then…”

Siskei stood back up, looking down at the fairy and the bug sized man, “Hey, I do have something I can give you though.”

“What’s that?” Jacen asked.

Siskei chuckled, “My blessing, it’ll make you stronger, more durable! At that size I think you’ll need it!”

Jacen’s eyes went wide, “That sounds great, what do we need to do?”

“You’ve got to wrestle me to my satisfaction,” she said.

Alette rolled her eyes, “Really? How’s that supposed to work when I’m a fairy and he’s… well look at him!”

“I’ll go easy on you,” Siskei said with a shrug.

“Go easy on-“ Alette scowled, “she’s just messing with us, like she always does!”

“When have I ever messed with you two?” Siskei asked defiantly.

“When we first met you told us your whole clan was killed off by your evil half-sister, and you were on a quest through the western lands to find her and avenge them,” Alette said incredulously.

“Indeed, it was almost a disappointment that there was no justice to be done,” Jacen muttered.

“Look, it’s way more interesting to say you’re on a quest for vengeance instead of telling people you just got bored in your homeland and wanted to know what was beyond that hill,” Siskei grumbled. “Now, are we wrestling, or what?”

“Is it really necessary?” Jacen asked, looking up at the mountainous oni.

“Yeah, it is,” Siskei said, her grin widening, “I don’t make the rules guys.”

Alette sighed, “Okay, let’s do it.”

…

The small clearing behind the inn was far enough that they wouldn’t be seen or interrupted, and Siskei slowly traced a ring in the dirt with her club as Alette buzzed down to the ground.

“Clothes off,” Siskei ordered, tearing off her clothes with a grin.

Alette balked, “What!?”

“Like I said, that’s the rules,” she grinned, flexing her arms playfully as she walked into the center of the dirt ring. “Come on fairy, Jacen and I are already in the buff!”

“I’ve gotten used to it,” Jacen chuckled, “no modesty at the size of an ant, I suppose.”

Alette reached behind her back, unlacing her short dress, grumbling about Oni rules under her breath as it dropped. She stepped out of it, her wings twitching slightly in annoyance.

“There, naked, happy?”

“Not yet,” Siskei grinned. “Now remember, you don’t have to win, you just have to make the match satisfying! Ready?”

“Here goes,” Jacen grinned.

With a shout he ran across the vast dirt field, not sure what he had in mind, but determined to charge at her with everything he had. The mountainous red skinned woman looked down at him in amusement, crossing her arms as he raced towards her like an angry ant.

Siskei simply lifted her foot, and Jacen looked up in shock as her toe blocked out the sun. A moment later it came down, knocking the wind out of him as he was pressed into the ground by the massive red digit.

“Annnddd pinned,” Siskei chuckled, grinding her toe into the ground.

“Jacen!” Alette gasped. With a growl she launched herself up the Oni, zooming through the air like a bullet and giving herself every bit of speed she could.

“Ow!” Siskei shouted, her hand flying to her cheek as the fairy made impact.

Alette grunted from the force herself, falling to the ground with a small thud. She groaned for a moment, blinking her vision back, only to see a massive red foot raised over her. The force of the stomp wasn’t too hard, but she definitely felt it as the smug oni ground her into the dirt.

“I’ll give you points for the sucker punch,” Siskei chuckled, “but you’re going to have to try harder than that!” She stepped back, letting her two miniscule opponents have a moment to recover.

“This is impossible,” Alette muttered, grumbling as Jacen walked over and stood next to her foot.

“No, we don’t need to win,” Jacen reminded her, “Just wrestle her to her satisfaction. ”

Alette frowned, “What are you thinking?”

“What you said earlier, about being small, about how people like to play with you,” Jacen said with a devious grin. “Being at this size is making me think about things a little differently, we need to make our actions count a lot more…” He looked up at the naked Oni in the distance, a determined look coming over his face. “We’re not going to hit her where it hurts… but where it feels good. ”

Alette followed his gaze, then sighed, “Oh come on…”

“Siskei is a slave to her love of spirits, conflict, and most importantly, lust,” Jacen said excitedly, “if we bring her to-“

“Jacen,” Alette said, cutting him off, “If I help you do this, I get to do the same thing to you whenever I want.”

Jacen blinked a moment, “I… You really only needed to say the word Alette.”

She stared at the tiny man, “You’ve always been such a prude,” she muttered, “Even when girls threw themselves at you!”

“The Order’s rules don’t say we can’t engage in lustful encounters,” he said with a smirk, “Only that they must not be harmful to those we do them with… Most of those girls would have fallen in love with me, and been crushed when they couldn’t have had me. Siskei is no problem in that regard.”

“And I am?” Alette asked, casually lifting her foot over the ant-sized knight.

To his credit Jacen didn’t flinch, “Yes,” he said firmly, “if our relationship soured…” he shifted uneasily, “Would either of us come away unscathed? You’re a rock I build my tower on, the solid stone I trust to withstand the storm of life’s tribulations! Who would risk such a close companion for carnal pleasure? Alette, you’re the foundation I can always fall back on!”

Alette blinked a quick tear out of her eye, “How the hell can you say that to a woman and not know how it sounds?” she said, shaking her head and steadying herself.

“It is just how I feel,” Jacen said. He noticed the tear, and looked away a moment, “I… Maybe I’ve been foolish.”

“Oh, you think!?” Alette growled.

“Hey, tinies, I’m waiting for my wrestling match!” Siskei taunted.

“Right,” Alette sighed, “just so you know, if you’re making me do this with her, you’re doing it with me at some point.”

“Looking forward to it,” Jacen smirked.

“Well, here goes,” Alette muttered, reaching down for him. “Stay close, we don’t want to get lost in there...”

She fluttered her wings, hovering up and approaching the gigantic Oni, who looked at her skeptically, “So what’s next?” Siskei chuckled, “gonna fly around and try to make me dizzy?

Alette just breathed out slowly, taking aim and increasing the speed of her wings, readying herself for a burst of movement.

“Okay guys,” Siskei shrugged, “I don’t think you’re going to be able wrestle me to anything I could call satisfaction, and the magic will know if I’m lying, so why don’t we just call this whole thing-“

There was a whoosh as Alette rocketed forward, becoming a blur as she flew straight towards the Oni’s womanhood, completely exposed beneath a small mat of curled silver hairs. Alette felt herself make contact with the tight slit, her momentum forcing her up inside the Oni’s already wet tunnel. She hugged Jacen tight to her chest as the slick flesh slid against her, and her wings folded against her back as they slid completely inside.

Siskei grunted, “O-Okay, didn’t expect that line of attack,” she panted, “but every muscle on my body is highly trained, including that one!” she grinned.

Alette squealed as the walls of the red woman’s pussy pressed against her from all sides, tightening around her and preventing her movement. Jacen slipped out of her grip she was battered by the other woman’s inner walls, and the tiny knight grunted as he was pressed hard into the skin of Alette’s thigh.

The heat and the pressure were overwhelming, and the earthy scent of the Oni’s musk stung his eyes and saturated his tastebuds, with every labored breath her scent invaded his lungs. As the squeezing motion let up, he panicked, trying to make his way back up to Alette’s hands in the humid darkness.

I’m not going to last if I can’t get some kind of shelter- His hands traced upwards, and he realized he’d been forced between the fairy’s legs, right up against her own intimate area. There was a rumbling thunder overhead as the Oni’s heartbeat picked up, and Jacen realized she was about to squeeze them again. Well, she wanted me in here at some point…

Alette gasped, feeling a tiny set of hands exploring her lower lips as she squirmed feebly against the impossibly strong muscles, JACEN!? She bit her lip as his head slipped inside of her, and a moan escaped her throat as Jacen pulled himself up into her in full.

Safe at last, Jacen thought, pulling himself deeper into the fairy’s sensitive nethers. Alette’s womanhood was wet too, but with a sweeter taste, and where the oni’s pussy seemed eager to crush them, the fairy’s seemed to mold around him, eagerly accepting him and cradling him inside.

Alette suddenly felt herself relax as the tiny man began to move around within her, and involuntarily she started buzzing her wings. She couldn’t actually extend them of course, they were pressed against her body, but they vibrated nonetheless, thrumming as her pleasure rose.

“I’ll knock the two of you out with a kegel,” Siskei chuckled, preparing to bear herself down on them again. She froze as the buzzing sensation of the fairy’s wings started slowly spreading through her. “Oh…” she muttered, stumbling to a nearby tree for balance, “Oh gods that’s good…” The buzzing picked up in intensity as the fairy’s orgasm neared, and the unstoppable vibrations were quickly disrupting Siskei’s efforts.

“Oooohhhh fuck,” the oni groaned, hugging the tree and humping against it, “Got to… focus-“ she gasped, unable to bring herself to squeeze the tiny pair within her.

Alette let out a mewling squeal as the tiny human brought her to orgasm, and her wings squirmed and tried to buzz on one final thrum of movement that caused the Oni to shout her own pleasure to the sky. With a dazed expression she let go of the tree, tumbling back and falling to the ground in a motion that shook the entire world for the fairy and her human companion.

Alette gasped for fresh air as she slid out of the oni’s pussy a moment later, looking up at the felled giant in awe. She shivered as Jacen repeated the same journey, slowly sliding out of her own womanhood and into her waiting hand.

“It worked!” Jacen said, grinning as he wiped her cum out of his eyes, “Quick, pin her!”

“Pin her?” Alette asked, “Uh… okay.”

She took a minute to buzz her wings in the open air, letting them dry before taking off. She made her way up to the top of one of the Oni’s massive breasts, holding Jacen in one hand as she waved for the dazed Oni’s attention.

“Hey, Siskei,” Alette said, “One, two, three. I win, right? Unless you’re still not satisfied?”

“Nope, I’m pretty damn satisfied,” she whistled, “I haven’t cum like that in years… Now hold still.” She held her hand over them, muttering a spell under her breath. A light enveloped them, and a tingling feeling came over their skin as the Oni’s blessing flowed through their bodies.

“There,” Siskei sighed, laying her head back again, “you’re both going to be much more durable now, you’ll heal faster too. It should last until the next full moon.”

“You have our thanks,” Jacen said with a grin. “Will you join us in our quest to end this curse?”

“Nah, questing isn’t really my thing,” Siskei sighed, “but if you guys have a fight on your hands, give me a call.”

“Until we meet again then,” Jacen said, waving farewell as Alette hovered over to where she’d left her clothes.

“Sorry she couldn’t help you with the curse,” Alette said softly.

“We gained her blessing, so it wasn’t a totally wasted effort,” Jacen said, “I think it’s time we visited… the countess.”

Alette scowled, “I don’t trust her.”

“She’s reformed-“

“She’s a vampire Jacen!” Alette snapped, “and I don’t think she’s totally on the side of good either.”

“Countess Alina has earned the trust of the villagers who once feared her,” Jacen retorted, “and she’s repented her wicked deeds and even received a pardon from the emperor himself!”

And it’s all because she wants to fuck you, you gorgeous idiot, Alette thought bitterly. Jacen’s desire to see the best in people had evidently blinded him to the fact that the vampiric countess’s redemption had largely had a lustful motive, and like all vampires she was very patient… she had all the time in the world after all.

“Countess Alina knows much of forbidden and forgotten magics,” Jacen said softly, “she may have a solution that we haven’t thought of.”

Alette sighed, “Fine, but if she tries anything fishy, I’m grabbing you and zipping us out of there.” She took off, getting her bearings and beginning the long flight to the witch’s castle.

Jacen frowned, “I can’t help but feel I forgot something…”

…

Allison bolted upright in the inn’s bed, raising her fists in preparation for the long finished fight. With a scowl she looked around the room, realizing what must had happened. She stretched, sliding out of bed and grabbing Jacen’s sword, buckling it back to her belt with a sigh.

All adventurers have setbacks, she told herself, I’ll do better next time.

…

Tanara and her men approached the tavern, “This place always has the best info on any kind of underworld stuff going on,” she told Bernard with a grin, “if the fairy and the knight have been by here, someone will know.”

With a roar Tanara kicked the door open, storming into the tavern as the occupants all looked up in surprise.

“I’m looking for Sir Jacen,” she said loudly, “and I’ve got-“

There was loud mechanical *click* as a flintlock blunderbuss was cocked, and Tanara’s face went pale as the barkeep leveled the gun at her and her men. With an angry scowl he jerked his thumb at a fresh handpainted sign that hung to one side of the bar.

“Gentlemen, what’s the newest rule?” he barked.

“No talking about Sir Jacen,” the entire bar muttered at once.

“But-“ Tanara stammered.

“Did I fucking stutter?” the barkeep growled, “Get your asses out of here!” Tanara held up her hands, slowly backing out of the bar with her men, letting the door close behind them.

“What the fuck was that about?” she muttered, blinking.

“Don’t worry boss,” Bernard said with a shrug, “we can ask around somewhere else, so long as we’ve got the crystal Sir Jacen’s going to stay tiny, right? So it’s just a matter of time before we catch him.”

“I will take that as admission that you have my crystal,” a deep man’s voice called. The brigands turned to see a man in gleaming white armor strutting towards them, salt and pepper mustache framing his face in a way that made his grim expression look like it was carved from stone.

Tanara chuckled, pulling it from her pocket, “Yeah, what of it? I’ve already used the wish, and I’ll be using the next one!” She drew her pistol, leveling it at him. The knight simply waved his hand, and Tanara shouted in pain, dropping her pistol as the grip went white hot.

“If you draw those weapons they’ll rust away to flecks in your hands,” Lord Tannenburg growled, “my blade will still be sharp.” He stopped, looking to the crystal with a frown, “You say you’ve used the crystal already? What did you wish for girl?”

Tanara gulped, “I-I wished to defeat Sir Jacen in battle, but I’m not done doing it yet, I’m still trying to find him and finish him off!”

Lord Tannenburg studied her a moment, and Tanara’s heart skipped a beat as he drew his sword. Her men tensed, ready to jump to her defense in spite of the man’s warnings, but with a frown he sheathed the weapon again.

“Killing you would do no good,” he mused, “if you are currently using the crystal, your wish must be finished before it will grant another…” He looked to the men, then back to her, “You are all working for me for the time being,” he declared. “We will find Sir Jacen, kill him, and then I will take the crystal.”

Tanara suddenly found her fire, “Now wait just a minute-“

“If everything goes well, I’ll even let you all live,” Tannenburg said icily.

Tanara shuddered, “Y-Yeah, deal…”

“I’m glad we could come to this understanding,” the knight growled, “Come, we must return to my retinue and begin the search.” He turned to go, his white cloak billowing dramatically behind him.

Tanara stood up, debating simply bolting for the forest, but somehow she doubted the escape would work. With a resigned sigh she followed after the knight, and her men didn’t hesitate a moment before following after her. 

Alette shivered as the wind grew cold, blowing in long ragged gusts that made her wings ache as she struggled to fly against them. Jacen snuggled deeper within her cleavage, curling around her warm breast for warmth. The lands near Alina’s castle were always chillier than the surrounding countryside, no doubt owing to the thick grey clouds that billowed overhead. The vampiress always claimed that the cloud cover was due to the large lake by her ancient abode, and that the valley she resided in somehow trapped the moisture… but Alette had always suspected that something more sinister was at work with the seemingly eternal autumn air around the black stone castle.

Alina, Alette thought bitterly, you think you’re so clever, that everyone is fooled by you, even Jacen! But I know you’re the same bloodsucking fiend you always were! Her fists clenched as another chilly gust nearly sent her flying into one of the withered trees along the roadside, I’ll use you though, you’ll fix Jacen and then we’ll be gone, and all of your tricks will be for nothing!

…

Allison shivered as she looked up at the dark sky, “How is it so cold at this time of year?” she grumbled to herself. She hitched her belt, and the scabbard which held Sir Jacen’s sword, up to her waist as she trudged along the roadway. The trees here had apparently seen winter early, with grey bark and withered, leafless limbs, the forest had a sinister appearance. Her head shot to her right as she heard the rustle of… something.

“Pull it together Allison,” she muttered, resting her hand on the blade’s pommel, “you’re an adventurer now!” She puffed her chest out, putting on a determined look to anyone who might be watching. “I just came away from a bar fight, and it was such a good time I really wish I could get into another one!” she bellowed, hoping that whatever might be watching her took the boast seriously.

A leaf crunched up ahead, and she drew the sword in a swift motion that made her grin, I’m getting the hang of this! She thought, slowly moving towards the thicket from whence the sound had come.

“Halt,” she called in her deepest voice, “Who goes there?”

To her surprise a timid looking young woman in a farmer’s apron and blouse slowly stepped out, raising her hands. The woman, girl really, had tears welling in her eyes, and she sniffled as she stepped into the center of the road. Allison frowned, lowering the blade, but not sheathing it.

“M-Miss, I mean you no harm!” the girl cried, “It’s just that…” she choked back a sob, “I-It’s my time, I’ve been chosen to go to the castle!”

“What castle?” Allison asked.

“T-The countess,” the girl stammered, “our village elders have an agreement to supply her with one person per month to…” the girl went pale, and her voice became a whisper, “drink from…”

Allison gasped, “You mean this countess is a vampire!? ” The girl nodded, and Allison’s surprise turned to righteous fury, “Go back home, tell them that I, Allison the adventurer, have taken your place, I will deal with this countess for you!”

The girl’s eyes went wide, “Oh thank you miss, I was so scared!”

Allison’s heart swelled with pride as the girl ran past her. Slowly her gaze drifted up to a black stone castle, visible on a raised hill overlooking the shimmering surface of the inky black lake beyond.

Time to be a hero, she thought, setting out towards it with renewed determination.

…

The Countess Alina Lionsheart watched the braziers in her fireplace burn as she sipped her wine. It was a fine red vintage, from her own vineyards, but despite the flavor and the distant warmth of the spirit itself, it did not slake her thirst. Glancing down into her reflection in the wine’s surface she saw the same pale and immaculate cheeks that she’d had for centuries, contrasted sharply with her jet black hair. She had to grin, her fangs popping down in spite of herself, whatever else had been given up, vampirism did have its benefits.

When will the village send the next tribute? She thought irritably. Her hunger grew, one that could only be sated by blood.

She glanced over the lake and chuckled, it was odd just how much easier it was to get fresh blood now that she had come over to the side of angels. Before she’d have had to sneak her way into the village, find someone alone, drain them, and then leave. Now? Her meals came to her door, and it wasn’t like she’d ever enjoyed killing her hosts anyway, that was something for lesser vampires to indulge in.

Still, there were always problems. When she’d applied for her imperial pardon, the emperor’s mages had provided her with ample materials for “reformed” vampires. According to the so-called experts, the ideal diet for a vampiric woman of her age was overweight men in their thirties, forties, and fifties, supposedly the extra “lipids” were good for her, and having them removed was good for the hosts, something to do with “blood pressure,” which she found to be an absurd concept in any case, but in spite of both her and the Imperial governor’s own instructions, the village kept sending her young female virgins.

Well, they’re fun in their own way too, she thought with a chuckle. Her loins tingled at the thought, but as always that brought her mind to the man who had made her into what she was today.

Jacen , she sighed wistfully, someday you will realize that your fate is with me, to join your true love in the cold embrace of undeath as we-

Her crystal ball glowed red, startling her and causing her to glide across the room. Her eyes went wide as she saw the fairy companion of her one true love fighting hard against the cold winds of her domain. She frowned, the crystal was enchanted to alert her to only a few circumstances, the approach of a certain elven mage and astronomer, an angry mob, or…

Jacen? She thought eagerly, You’ve finally returned! She looked for him, then frowned, seeing only the fairy. You ARE with her Jacen, she thought crossly, but… how?

With a cackle she realized she didn’t really care, and in a flash, she’d morphed into a bat, fluttering through her fortress to greet the man who had saved her from the shadow.

…

Lord Tannenburg trotted his column of horsemen down the path towards the castle belonging to the infamous vampiric countess Alina. He glanced back, his steely gaze drifting over the outlaws he’d forced into his company. Tanara met his look, doing her best to remain calm under the man’s judgmental gaze, and she sighed with relief as he turned away a moment later.

“Miss,” Bernard mumbled quietly, “How long do you want to be following this guy?”

“He’s going to lead us to Sir Jacen,” Tanara muttered, “and we’ve got to beat him to fulfill my wish, right?”

“Yeah,” Bernard said, nodding his head, “But… what then?” he looked back at the other members of the bandit troupe. Tannenburg had dressed them all in shining steel plate armor, and given them horses, but they clearly stuck out from the rest of his men, who were all stern faced, humorless fellows who looked at them with disdain.

“Then the crystal is open for another wish,” Tanara whispered, glancing at the pouch at the paladin’s side, “we just need to be sure we get it first.” She breathed out slowly, “Bernard, if you and the boys don’t want to do this-“

“We’re with the bandit queen Tanara,” he replied simply, “hell or high water…”

Tanara felt something inside her both simultaneously die and roar to life, you idiots could just go, she thought angrily, if you stay then… She pursed her lips, well fuck me, now I’ve got to win…

“The fairy has been spotted heading in this direction,” Tannenburg called, “ready slings and arrows, I don’t want her and Jacen escaping if they’re anywhere close!” He looked to Tanara and waved her forward, “get up here, if possible we’ll have you land the final blow.”

“You’re really going to kill another member of your order like this?” Tanara asked, joining him, “Not that I’m complaining, but it seems like the kind of thing most paladins would agree is evil.”

Tannenburg growled as he turned to her, and a shiver went up her spine at the steely look in his eyes, “Do you think that a man acquires vast lands and riches in the service of justice and the gods alone girl?” He gestured at his column of men, and the fine steel they all wore.

“So are you going to wish for more money?” Tanara asked with a frown, “a bigger castle?”

Tannenburg’s face slowly twisted into a smile that made Tanara’s blood run cold, “I care little for my wealth, it’s a tool to me, one that lets me pursue my true passion on a wider scale, in a grander manner.”

“And uh, what’s that?” Tanara asked, fighting the urge to run.

“Punishing sinners, of course,” Tannenburg chuckled.

…

Alette hovered in front of the massive doors of the countess’s castle. Jacen had poked his head up from her bra cup, frowning at the massive lion-themed door knocker before them.

“So many things are hard at this size,” he muttered.

“Yep,” Alette sighed, her wings buzzing as she moved forward. “You humans really don’t appreciate how strong a fairy’s back muscles have to be to do all of this stuff…” She gripped the iron ring, grunting as she slowly levitated backwards, then released it, letting it clang loudly against the door.

There was a groaning sound, and Alette quickly flew backwards as the massive gate swung open, revealing an ornate entrance hall with a red carpet guiding the eye to a pair of curved staircases leading upwards.

There was a flash of light, and then a puff of smoke as the castle’s matron appeared, a pale and busty black haired woman with a blood red dress.

“Jacen!” She called, her arms going wide. She glided across the floor, her shadow taking on a mocking and imposing form behind her, “And the fly…”

“And the mosquito,” Alette said with a smirk.

Alina hissed for a moment, then smiled, “Haha, so clever fairy, I always enjoy your wit… Where is Jacen?”

Alette rolled her eyes, then reached into her bra, holding the tiny knight out for her, “Hello!” Jacen called with a smile.

Alina blinked, leaning over the fairy and squinting her eyes as she took in the speck sized knight, “You’re… small,” she said finally, a fanged grin slowly tracing over her features.

“Yes,” Jacen sighed, “it’s why we’re here actually, a brigand used  a magical artifact, a crystal called one of the gifts to Turis, to reduce me to this size.”

Alina nodded, “and I’m guessing the petty witch of the woods was of no help?” She chuckled smugly, “It is a very powerful enchantment, and you’ll need someone who knows of otherworldly beings to even attempt to undo it. Give Jacen to me.” She held out her hand, and Alette slowly lowered Jacen down to the soft surface of her palm.

Jacen looked around the vast plain of the vampire’s soft hand, feeling like an ant as her gleeful face looked down at him. Alina had no heartbeat, but the pale face managed to blush all the same as she took in his tiny and naked form.

“Go rest fairy,” Alina said, waving dismissively, “I will need some time alone with Jacen to work on the enchantment.”

“I’d rather just stay here,” Alette replied, crossing her arms as she buzzed by Alina’s ear.

“No no, your fairy magic could throw off my spells,” Alina lied.

Jacen’s world lurched as the enormous hand lifted him over a pair of bountiful milky white breasts, the valley of the countess’s cleavage rising up below him. She tilted her hand, and he tumbled down her palm with a grunt, falling through the air like a grain of sand until he hit the soft surface. Alina’s pale skin had a soft aroma, almost like a rosey perfume, and it filled his senses as her gigantic finger came down to poke at him gently, prodding him down towards her cleavage.

“Alina,” he protested, trying to struggle against the massive digit, “Surely Alette can stay-“

“Shhhh,” Alina said with a smirk, lifting her finger and then pushing him deep between her breasts, withdrawing it and nodding to herself as he disappeared from view.

“Hey!” Alette squeaked, “I just won’t use any magic while you’re working, don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing bloodsucker! I’ll-“

“Alette,” Alina said with a grin, making eye contact with the fairy as her own irises began to glow red, “You are now under my power…” Alette stopped as the hypnosis took effect, her mouth hanging open as she was forced to meet the vampire’s gaze. “I am going to spend a few hours working with Sir Jacen alone,” she intoned, “and you don’t want to disturb me.”

“I don’t want to disturb you,” Alette droned as the vampiric hypnosis took effect.

“In fact,” Alina chuckled to herself, “you want to go and rest in the nice brass cage in my study.”

“I want to go rest in the brass cage in your study,” Alette nodded.

Alina bit her lower lip, causing her fangs to protrude slightly as a truly wicked idea struck her, “And… occupy yourself with lustful thoughts until I get back, lustful thoughts of Sir Jacen and myself!” Alette nodded, buzzing away with a dazed look in her eyes, “Don’t forget to lock yourself in the cage dear!” Alina giggled, waving teasingly as the fairy went.

“Now, let’s see what, if anything, I can do for you Jacen,” she drawled, slowly levitating up the staircase. She headed towards her tower, flicking her wrist and causing the doors to fly open as she glided through, her dress hanging below her and dragging over the floor slightly. She slowly descended back to the floor, letting her bare feet make contact with the stone floor. She glanced down at her chest, where the tiny squirming movements of the trapped knight were barely a tickle. She smiled, lifting her arms up and willing the dress to fly off of her, leaving her clad only in her blood red silk panties and brassiere.

Jacen’s dreamy imprisonment between the milky white breasts ended as the finger that had trapped him there retrieved him, scooping under his body. He gasped as he saw the curvaceous form the vampiric countess come into view, the vast expanses of soft pale skin catching his eye as he sized up a woman the size of a mountain while she grinned down at him.

“Much is lost with vampirism,” she murmured, “but one’s beauty lasts forever…” She slowly placed him down on a stone pillar that rose in the center of the room, and with a snap of her fingers a pentagram lit up on the floor, casting the room in an eerie red light.

“T-This is not daemonic magic, is it?” Jacen asked nervously.

“No,” she said softly, “I haven’t taken any favors from Hell since I met you…” she slowly walked around the room, checking her circle and letting the tiny man take in more of her body. She could have been carved from marble, and her breasts were immense sensuous globes that were still pert and perky, jiggling slightly with each step. “You fascinated me when we first met Jacen,” she said, smiling, “you genuinely wanted to help me turn away from evil, not because you thought you could get something from me, or because you were infatuated with my beauty, but because you genuinely wanted to help me, to no other end!”

“I-It’s a paladin’s duty,” he stammered, his mouth dry as the gigantic countess walked back to him, looming over the small stone pillar. “Everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves,” he managed.

“I didn’t think men like you existed,” Alina said, smiling and letting her fangs gleam in the low light.

She held her hands out, muttering incantations under her breath. Her hair billowed, as if blown by the wind, and a thousand strands of magical energy filled the air. Jacen looked up at them in awe, watching as the countess parsed the threads of reality itself.

“This is the work of the divines,” Alina muttered, “breaking it is likely impossible, but perhaps I can glean some insight on how the wish made on the crystal could be satisfied?” She watched the threads fly by her face, stopping them on what appeared to Jacen to be a tight knot of pure energy. Alina frowned, “you said a brigand did this to you? To defeat you?”

“That’s the working theory,” Jacen nodded, “she’s still after me to finish it.”

“This wish… it doesn’t seem like it would be satisfied with death,” Alina muttered.

Jacen cocked his head, “Well I suppose she could make me surrender-“

There was a sound like cracking timber, and a moment later Alina scowled as the blue threads faded, “I couldn’t hold the threads in place long enough, divine magics are slippery, difficult to hold. I can try again after some rest.”

“Yes, we need to figure this out,” Jacen muttered, “so the wish isn’t for my death… That’s something of a relief.”

“No doubt,” Alina sighed, “but determining exactly what will render this wish fulfilled could take years, or perhaps it’s impossible entirely.” Her hands came down on either side of him, sliding against his sides like clapping waves as she scooped him up into her cupped hands. Jacen felt his stomach lurch as he was brought up to the statuesque face of the countess, filling his vision and looming over him like a harvest moon. “I don’t like the idea of you in danger, out in the world at this size,” she said softly.

“Alette has been helping me,” Jacen said uncertainly, “but it has been… difficult.”

“You’ve already done more than your share of good in the world,” Alina continued. “Stay here with me Jacen, I’ll keep you safe…” She grinned, baring her fangs, “and perhaps we could grow closer?”

Jacen blinked, “I… I don’t think I can-“

“You need time to think on it,” she sighed, “allow me to convince you.”

She held out a hand, and a goblet of wine flew through the air, sloshing slightly as she caught it. With a smug smirk she pinched Jacen’s body between her finger tips, holding him over the dark drink and then releasing him. There was a tiny splash as he fell into the lake of red wine, and he gasped, struggling to tread water as the gentle motions of the countess swirling her drink became an inescapable current.

Alina raised the wine glass to her lips, smiling and letting her fangs protrude slightly as Jacen looked on in shock as the massive black chasm of her mouth opened. She tilted the drink, and he swam futilely against the wave of wine as he tried to avoid being swept past her lips.

What is she doing!? he thought in a panic, shouting in surprise as a final sip sucked him into the wet darkness. Saliva dripped from the ceiling of the vast cave, soaking him as the wine disappeared down the back of her throat.

He was thrust back into the low light of the room as Alina stuck her tongue out, giving him a good view of the twin white pillars of her fangs as she grinned down at him. Before he could ask any questions the tongue retracted, pulling him into the black chasm once again.

This time the tongue lifted him up, pressing him against the roof of the countess’s mouth. Gently she rolled him over, forcing his back against her palate as she slowly ground her soft tongue over his body. It was long before he found himself growing aroused at the motions of the massive appendage, and he groaned as he felt her soft, wet tongue slide over his entire front again and again.

“Ah!” he cried out, spraying ropes of seed that were instantly washed away by the saliva dripping all around him. He panted in exhaustion as the countess slowly stuck her tongue out again, bathing him in light as he lay limply across her tastebuds.

Alina giggled as she delicately pinched him off her tongue, strands of saliva pulling at his soaked body as she brought him to her eye for examination.

“You are so cute at this size,” she mused, “I think that there are many things we could do with you like this that we normally couldn’t…”

“A-Alina,” Jacen gasped, trying to orient himself, “I know you want to keep me safe, but-“

“You needn’t make any decisions now,” she said in a soft voice, “simply let me take care of you while you think it over.

She lowered him down to her breasts once again, quickly, but gently, forcing his body back into her cleavage. The pale pillowy hills swallowed him up almost eagerly, the smooth and soft skin brushing against his entire body as the pair of breasts molded around him. The rich rose scent filled his nostrils again, and as the soft warmth of Alina’s chest enveloped him again, he thought on her offer.

…

Alette groaned as she fingered herself to orgasm, writhing across the floor of the cage as she imagined Alina and Jacen furiously making love. Something about the idea was so arousing to her, and she imagined hovering over the scene, looking on the man she loved and the countess cried out in passion.

She frowned as the post orgasm haze faded, Wait a minute… A wave of revulsion hit her as she realized just what she’d be pleasuring herself to, she looked at her still wet finger as rage filled her.

“That bitch!” Alette howled, buzzing to the door of the brass cage. She gripped the bars and scowled, remembering how she’d locked herself in, then tossed the small key outside of the cage. She looked at it, laying on the far side of Alina’s writing desk, almost mocking her.

The door to the study opened, and the smug vampiress hovered in, a sheer negligee clinging to her pale form and revealing the dark red lingerie she wore beneath it. She slowly made her way around the desk, letting herself descend into the chair as she smirked at Alette.

“Ah, it seems you shook off the hypnosis,” she chuckled, “enjoy yourself?”

“You are so sick!” Alette spat, “I knew you were still evil!”

“It wasn’t a nice thing to do, but I don’t think it rises to the level of evil, ” Alina chuckled, “and think you enjoyed yourself, no?” she glanced down at her body, then at the fairy, causing the tiny woman’s wings to flutter as she blushed.

“Where’s Jacen?” Alette demanded.

 “He’s safe,” Alina said, tracing a finger over her cleavage, “and that’s what we need to discuss… I’ve decided to keep Jacen here, protected and cared for. The world is too dangerous for him at this size, it’s only a matter of time until he gets stepped on, or worse!”

“T-That’s not your decision to make!” Alette stammered, “Jacen and I have been doing just fine, and whenever we remove the enchantment-“

“You might not be able to,” Alina sighed, frustrated, “Jacen will come around to my point of view soon I think.” She glanced down at her chest and smiled, “he deserves to rest and enjoy the rest of his life anyways, I’ll keep him in the lap of luxury, he will want for nothing.” She playfully squeezed her breasts together, and deep within her cleavage Jacen gave a dreamy groan as the world seemed to hug him, sending him ever deeper.

“Do you really think Jacen will be happy spending the rest of his life trapped in your tits?” Alette shouted.

“Most men would be,” Alina chuckled, “yes, this will be Jacen’s fate, he will spend much of his days squirming adorably against my chest, safe and sound.” The countess raised an eyebrow, “Of course, perhaps he won’t be alone?”

Alette gulped, “Huh?”

“Jacen will want you around,” Alina sighed, “so of course my invitation extends to you as well.” She leaned over the table, grinning as her eyes flashed red again, “Look at them fairy,” she giggled as Alette stared at her breasts, swaying slightly as her mind became more suggestible, “Tell me the truth, don’t you wish you could dive right in? Just rest peacefully between them… forever?”

“I… I…” Alette stammered, trying to fight the countess’s words. She scowled and squeezed her eyes shut, “Y-You’re not going to mind control me into liking your big fat cow tits!”

Alina rolled her eyes, “Please fairy, I doubt very much that I need hypnosis for that , I just want you to admit it.” The countess leaned back, placing her slender feet up on the desk. She twirled her finger, and the lock on the cage popped open. She grinned wickedly as her eyes flashed red again, “Alette, you love my feet, and would love to touch them.”

Alette zipped out of the cage, almost stumbling as she landed in front of the countess’s feet, “C-Can I please rub your feet?” she begged eagerly.

“I suppose I could let you,” Alina giggled. She sighed happily as the fairy began massaging her soft soles. As she hovered nearly everywhere her feet were immaculately clean and soft, and the fairy groaned happily as she pressed her face into the center of the vampire’s sole.

Alette frowned, Wait a minute, I don’t like- she scowled, “Stop with the mind control!” she shouted angrily. Still, she found herself massaging the vampire’s feet, using all of her strength to work the pale woman’s arches.

“We could have a lot of fun together Alette,” Alina said with a pouty expression, “and it would make Jacen so happy if you stayed here too.”

They were interrupted by the sound of the door down in the great hall opening, “Hello?” Allison’s voice called nervously.

“What is she doing here?” Alette wondered aloud.

“Oh, that’s just my dinner,” Alina sighed, leaning forward again. Her hand gripped Alette, and the fairy cried out in surprise as the countess stuffed her between the same soft breasts that had swallowed Jacen up.

Jacen grunted as a massive foot made contact with his body, and Alette’s toes curled around him protectively as she fought to escape.

“Just relax,” Alina said, adjusting her breasts so the fairies arms, and wings, were pressed tightly against her body. Only Alette’s head was sticking out, allowing her to see as Alina hovered through the castle to the entry hall.

Allison held Jacen’s sword upright as she peered through the castle halls, “Come out vampire, face justice!” She squealed in surprise, nearly falling backwards as there was a blur, and then the countess was before her.

“Another pretty village girl,” Alina sighed, reaching out to gently brush Allison’s hair out of her eyes.

Allison gulped, a nearly naked beautiful woman toying with her hair had thrown her off guard, “N-Now see here,” she stammered, “you won’t be eating any more villagers foul beast!”

“Hmm?” Alina frowned, “Didn’t the village elders explain things?”

“I sent that girl on the road back home,” Allison growled, pushing Alina away and raising the sword, “I call on the gods to grant me the power to smite thee, vampire!” A ray of light shot up the sword, arcing across the room and striking Alina. “Yes!” Allison crowed in triumph, blinking as her vision cleared. Her face fell as she saw the countess still before her, arms crossed in annoyance. “No,” she breathed, “that’s impossible, upon being hit with the divine light of the gods a vampire should-“

“Yes, were I still on the path of wickedness I’d be reduced to dust,” Alina said irritably, “but as I’ve repented, it just sort of stings a little, the gods are nice like that.”

“Repented?” Allison asked, confused.

“Allison, what are you doing with Jacen’s sword!?” Alette squeaked.

Allison blinked, looking down at the fairy trapped in the vampire’s cleavage, “Alette?” she blushed, seeing the fairy squirming in the countess’s tits, “You’re uh… looking well. I’ve just been using it until I could return it to him!”

“Well he’s still small, so-“

“Enough,” Alina growled, “I’m quite famished, and if I understand correctly, you sent the girl who was to feed me away?”

Allison chewed her lip, “Well uh, I thought you were going to kill her, so… yeah?”

“You will take her place then,” Alina said in a husky voice. There was a blur as the vampire crossed the room in the blink of an eye, easily prying the sword from Allison’s hand and letting it clatter to the floor. Allison shouted in surprise as the vampire’s hand reached around, clasping her bottom, squeezing tightly as the countess drew her close.

“Oh wow,” Allison breathed, her heart hammering as the gorgeous woman smirked at her. She’d never looked at another woman in a lustful way before, but the way she was being handled by the countess was making her reconsider.

“Uh, guys,” Alette breathed, “it’s kind of tight down here!” Alina hugging Allison close had pressed the two women’s chests together, increasing the pressure on the trapped fairy who was now caught between them.

“Take a deep breath,” the countess grinned, “you will feel a sting.”

Allison breathed deeply, then gasped at the sharp sting on her neck. It only hurt for a second, and a warm haze came over her as the other woman held her tight. It started with a tingle, and then there was a fire of lust ignited between her legs, she moaned softly, her knees going weak as her vision faded, and then with a final whimper she felt a powerful orgasm rock her body, sending her into unconsciousness as she shuddered in ecstasy.

“Ah, delightful,” Alina chuckled, pulling away from the girl and wiping the corner of her mouth. She scooped up the unconscious girl, and with her vampiric speed raced through the castle to her guest bedroom, laying her down in the bed. With a pleased sigh she reached into her cleavage, pulling Alette free. “How do you and Jacen know this girl?” she asked with a chuckle as she grabbed a nearby rag, dabbing it gently on the two bitemarks on Allison’s neck.

“She’s the barmaid at an inn and tavern by the main road,” Alette muttered, “She’s got eyes for Jacen too, so you might want to send her away when she wakes up.”

“Who doesn’t have eyes for Sir Jacen? Alina laughed, “I’ll need to eat a few more times before sending her on her way in any case.” She glanced at the hovering fairy, “Now then, where will you stay? I assume you don’t find the cage acceptable?”

“Just give me Jacen back and-“

There was a loud banging as the front door once again burst open. Men shouted, and there was a clanging of steel, the telltale sound of armor and swords.

“Expecting more visitors?” Alette asked nervously.

“No,” Alina growled. She grabbed Alette again, the world blurring as she raced to the entrance hall. A large group of knights with weapons drawn were entering the castle, and at their head was a stern looking man with a thick mustache and a sword in hand.

“Find Sir Jacen,” he bellowed.

“What is the meaning of this!?” Alina shouted, her fangs bared as she levitated up over the room. The men froze, looking to their leader for orders.

“Ah, the so called reformed vampire,” Lord Tannenburg snarled, “I knew that the order had lost its way when they were taken in by your sob story instead of staking you through the heart as the gods command.”

“W-We’re here for Sir Jacen,” Tanara said, coming up to his side, “So just hand him over, and nobody gets hurt-“

“No, this hell beast is being sent home,” Tannenburg growled.

Alina’s eyes went wide as a bolt of red lightning leapt from the man’s sword, but a wall of sparkling blue fairy magic stopped it inches from her face.

“Hey, Tannenburg!” Alette shouted, “what the hell are you doing? You know she’s been pardoned! And why are you with these thugs?”

“Oh good, Jacen’s buzzing bug of a companion,” Tannenburg chuckled, “we’ve come to the right place!”

Alette gulped, buzzing back over towards Alina, “Uh, okay I think Lord Tannenburg might not be a good guy.”

“Astute observation,” Alina growled. She looked down at her breasts, where Jacen was still safely held, “I won’t let them hurt you,” she whispered, her eyes glowing red as her fangs dropped. “Come Alette, let’s remove these appetizers from my home!”

With a roar the vampire dove at the knights, with Alette buzzing behind her as they entered battle. 

Alina hissed dramatically, baring her fangs and raising her hands to the air as her fingernails extended to terrifying razor sharp claws, “To me my undead minions!” she shouted. The doors to the main hall burst open, and dozens of shambling skeletons holding rusty swords and shields began shambling in.

“Purge this filth!” Tannenberg shouted, raising his sword and smashing the first of the bony warriors to pieces. Behind him his men roared battle cries, drawing their weapons and meeting the undead horde as the sounds of battle filled the entry hall.

“Stay close to me boys!” Tanara called, grimacing as she shoved her blade through the ribcage of one of the skeletons. It just looked down, slowly slid itself off the steel, and then raised its ax again. Her bandits gathered behind her, following their leader as she waded further into combat.

“Not that I’m complaining, but weren’t you supposed to give up necromancy when you turned good?” Alette asked, fluttering to Alina’s shoulder.

“These skeletons are all ethically sourced,” the vampire replied casually. With a grin she leapt over the banister, her red dress flowing behind her as she landed, catlike, on the floor in the midst of the knights. “Try to keep up with me fairy,” she grinned as Alette buzzed down behind her. She was like a blur, tearing swords out of knight’s hands with her inhuman strength, her fangs burying themselves in their necks between the gaps in their armor. Before Alette could even react she’d already drained three men unconscious, leaving them catatonic on the floor as she wiped her red lips with a smirk.

“MONSTER!” Tannenberg roared, hefting his sword and charging at her.

Alina deftly dodged the strike, cackling madly as Tannenberg sword cut through empty air, “You are lucky Jacen turned me to the light,” she hissed, “else there is no human that could have hoped to defeat me!”

“A man is but a sword in the hand of gods,” Tannenberg retorted, and as he said it his sword began to glow, shining brighter and brighter until it hurt to look at.

“N-No!” Alina rasped, crossing her arms over her face as he forced her back, “t-the light of the gods isn’t supposed to burn me! I repented-“

“The enchantment most of our order uses is too limited for my tastes,” Tannenberg said with a grin, “too lenient. ” The blade shone even brighter, filling the room and causing even the humans present to cover their eyes as it became blinding. “I came up with my own, one that burns the wicked to a more appropriate degree!”

Alina shrieked, falling to the ground as her skin began to smoke, “S-Stop!”

“Tell me where Jacen is, or burn to dust!” Tannenberg growled. She scooted back against the wall, shutting her eyes and shaking her head back and forth. “Die then, and know hell will burn hotter still!” He raised the blade, then cried out in pain as a pair of blue bolts hit his wrist, throwing his strike off and causing the bright blade to cut across the wall to the vampire’s left.

“Run!” Alette shouted, whizzing by Tannenberg’s face, throwing another small bolt of static into his eyes, causing the man to howl furiously as he swatted at her.

There was a puff of smoke, and Alina became a bat, fluttering upwards above the fray. She realized too late that Jacen had still been trapped between her breasts.

Jacen blinked in surprise, he’d guessed something was happening outside of the fleshy prison of the vampire’s breasts, but seeing a massive battle with skeletons and knights in the entry hall wasn’t what he’d expected. He shouted, flailing through the air as he fell.

“Gotcha!” Alette said, her hands closing around him protectively as she zipped through the air.

“Thanks, what’s going on?” he shouted.

“Tannenberg has teamed up with the bandit chick for some reason,” Alette explained, hovering over the scene.

There was a puff of smoke behind them as the bat reformed into Alina, leaning over the second floor railing again as she panted, “He’s after you Jacen!” she warned.

“He must be hoping to finish her wish and use the crystal for himself,” Jacen mused, “though what a member of our order would need with such a thing is beyond me.” He sighed, “Alette, it’s time for that potion Lorelei made for me.”

The fairy nodded, reaching down to her pocket and withdrawing one of the tiny, even to her, potion bottles. She set down on the bannister as the battle raged below, lowering Jacen to the wood and giving him the potion. He quickly drank it down, and a moment later he was standing eye to eye with Alette, having gone from the size of an ant to the fairy’s own six inch height.

“Alina, can you and your skeletons hold them off while I deal with Tanara?” he asked, pointing to the bandit and her men, who were cutting their way through the waves of boney attackers towards the staircase.

“It would be a pleasure,” Alina sneered, looking down at Tannenberg angrily. With a shriek she leapt down at the man, renewing their battle as he raised a shield to black her raking clawed hands.

“Right then,” Jacen said, turning to Alette with a smile that melted her heart. “Shall we?”

“It’s so strange looking at you eye to eye,” Alette giggled. She leapt at him, embracing him in a surprise kiss that caused him to grunt, wide eyed. Still naked, the effect was immediately noticeable, and Alette giggled as they parted, looking down at his manhood briefly, “it’s too bad that the six inches potion only lasts about ten minutes… I wish we could have had more time!”

Jacen chuckled, “With you? I don’t know how much longer than that I’d need…” he frowned a moment, as if he’d had a sudden realization.

“What?” Alette asked nervously.

“Nothing,” Jacen said, “I just had a thought, something I need to test. Bring me down to Tanara, right up next to her if you can.”

“Wouldn’t a hit and run strategy be better?” Alette asked nervously, “I know you’re not used to fighting at this size, but-“

“Just bring me down to her, everything will be clear in a few minutes,” Jacen said.

Alette chewed her lip nervously, then put her arms under his, lifting him with a grunt as her wings buzzed. The battle raged below them as Alette made her way down the staircase, bringing them face to face with the gigantic form of Tanara just as she cleaved the skull free from one of the skeletons with a roar.

“Tanara!” Jacen called in challenge as he and Alette landed on the floor in front of her, “Let’s finish this!”

Alette gulped as the bandit woman stomped towards them, her blade in hand as she peered down, “Do you have a plan or something?” Alette whispered.

“Hi Jacen,” Tanara said, an odd grin on her face, “this really went a lot farther than I wanted it to, and between you and me? I think this Tannenberg guy is a little nuts.”

“His reputation was always one of an… overly harsh man,” Jacen nodded.

“I’ll burn you all!” Tannenberg howled from the far side of the room, flames exploding outward from him and causing Alina to hiss in pain as she readied another strike. Mad laughter followed as the paladin spun, bashing a skeleton to pieces with his shield.

“Yeah…” Tanara muttered, eyeing the scene warily, “I was thinking… can you just surrender?”

Jacen blinked, “I give up,” he said, holding his arms up in mock defeat.

“And I accept,” Tanara breathed out with relief, “Hey Tannenberg!” she shouted, causing him to pause, “I beat Jacen, me and the boys are out of here!”

The knights, skeletons, and even Alina paused as Tannenberg withdrew the crystal from a small bag on his belt. He held it up, frowning.

“No,” he growled, “it is not fulfilled… Do it now!”

Tanara tensed, “I… No, I’m done, I don’t care if that thing never works again, fuck you!”

“Kill her friends,” Tannenberg said casually, and at his orders the knights turned, advancing on Tanara’s bandits.

“Wait!” Tanara said, gritting her teeth. She looked back down to Jacen and Alette, “I’m sorry,” she muttered.

“You have to protect the people you love,” Jacen said with a sad nod, “let’s go then…”

Tanara nodded grimly, lifting her boot over him. Jacen stood his ground, and Alette looked at him nervously as the shadow fell over them. Everyone in the room had stopped their own battles, and even the skeletons were looking curiously.

“Move or something!” Tanara hissed.

“Yeah!” Alette shouted, “Come on!”

“You should get out of the way Alette,” Jacen said, smirking slightly.

The fairy looked up at the boot, hovering almost nervously over them as Tanara  tried to figure out what he was doing. With a gulp Alette buzzed out of the way, retreating a few feet as Jacen crossed his arms defiantly.

With a roar Tanara brought her boot down, flattening Jacen as the sound of her sole meeting the stone floor echoed throughout the hall. Everyone went silent.

“O-Okay then,” Tanara said, putting her hands on her hips, “it’s done, he’s squished!”

“Jacen?” Alette whispered, mounting dread filling her chest.

Then Tanara gasped as her boot was slowly and shakily forced upward.

She gritted her teeth, pressing down harder, “No fucking way!” she grunted angrily, putting all of her weight into crushing the knight. With a cry she stumbled backwards as Jacen threw the sole of the boot off himself, leaving her looking down at him, pale faced. “T-That’s impossible!”

“Not with the blessing of an Oni,” Jacen chuckled. “I had to give her a minute to let her really think she’d gotten me, I had to test something.”

“Enough,” Tannenberg barked, “Tanara, use your pistol, your sword, just end this farce!”

“It won’t do any good,” Jacen said with a grin, looking up at the bandit, “because it wasn’t Tanara’s wish that shrank me in the first place!”

“No, it had to have been,” Tanara said, “I wanted to beat you so badly-“

“And you did,” he said casually, “you forced me to retreat then, you took my surrender a moment ago, and you even crushed me, or thought you did anyway… The crystal clearly didn’t grant your wish.”

“Then who did use the wish?” Tannenberg hissed, “if I’ve been suffering this fool woman for nothing, then I won’t leave here empty handed?”

“Someone who wanted something that was impossible for them to get,” Jacen said, turning to Alette with a smile, “or they thought it was impossible anyways.”

Alette’s wings buzzed, “Hold on, are you saying-“

“I’m guessing you were hoping I’d see you the way you saw me, or something to that effect?” Jacen asked, walking towards her.

“Y-Yeah,” Alette stammered.

“It seems your wish was granted,” Jacen said, wrapping his arms around her. She squeaked in surprise as he kissed her again, and a moment later when they parted she was standing in his palm again, looking into the full sized human face of Sir Jacen.

He turned to the rest of the hall, the skeletons, the bandits, the knights, grinning as Alette buzzed up to her usual spot on his shoulder, “Now then, Tannenberg, we’re both men of light, whatever madness has seized you regarding this crystal, but it’s time for it to stop.”

“Damn, Sir Jacen is fine, ” Tanara whispered, looking at the now full sized and still naked Paladin.

Tannenberg sighed, “I’m going to wait a few minutes to kill you so that you can go get dressed,” he said tersely.

“Your sense of honor is appreciated,” Jacen chuckled.

“A-And you’ll need this!” Allison’s voice called. The pale barmaid was wobbling on her feet, still recovering from Alina’s feeding earlier. With a grin she hefted Jacen’s sword, sheathed in its scabbard. With a grunt that nearly caused her to tumble over, she tossed it down to him.

“Thank you Allison,” he said, catching it in midair, unsheathing it and admiring the gleaming silver blade.

“N-No problem!” she breathed. With a squeak she tumbled to the floor, passing out again.

“I might have drained a little too much from her,” Alina admitted with a shrug.

One of the skeletons brought Jacen a simple pair of pants and a shirt, and a moment later he was before Tannenberg and his knights, ready for battle, his sword in hand. There was a blur as Alina moved to his side, and her skeletons readied their weapons. On his other side Tanara and her men formed up, and she pulled her pistol and cocked it.

Tannenberg’s men looked to him uncertainly, but he simply laughed, holding the crystal in hand, “Now it’s time for my wish!” he said with a grin. The crystal glowed once, and the ground began to shake. Flames licked at the corners of Tanneberg’s eyes as his silver armor began to turn charred and black, he held his hand high, and ceiling cracked, splitting open and revealing the night sky as everyone but Jacen and Tannenberg himself cowered.

“And what was your wish?” Jacen asked calmly.

“For the power to give you all what you deserve!” he hissed, grinning wickedly. “This is your darkest hour Jacen!”

…

Lorelei sighed happily, sitting down for a drink after a long day of brewing up potions. The witch rarely went out, and the townsfolk in the tavern whispered curiously as the tavern wench handed her a drink. She glanced around, and, spotting a particularly attractive man with tan skin and long black hair, she winked seductively, waving a hand over her drink and causing it to smoke.

“ LORELEI!” a thundering voice like a trumpet boomed, shaking the tavern.

“AH!” she fell off her stool, spilling her drink on her robes and ruining the sexy mystique she’d established.

“ IT IS SIR JACEN’S DARKEST HOUR! FLY NOW TO HIS AID!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” she swore angrily, standing up and looking down at her beer soaked robe. “He couldn’t have had his darkest hour on a work day?”

“GO!” the voice roared.

Lorelei lifted a pair of middle fingers to the sky in a futile gesture, then sighed, holding her hand out. Her broom flew to her from its resting place by the door, and with a witchy cackle she mounted it, blowing the door open as she zoomed out into the night.

“Hey!” the barkeep shouted, hefting a cudgel as he walked back from the kitchen, “Which one of you bastards was talking about Sir Jacen again!?”

…

Siskei groaned as she glanced around at the empty jugs of wine, “kicks almost as hard as sake,” she chuckled to herself, gripping her club and using it to force herself upright. She saw the forest and frowned, “shit, was I rampaging all day?” She stretched and grimaced at the slight soreness in her head, “Now the best way to get rid of a hangover is a good fight,” she said to herself, “but where am I going to find one all the way out here?”

A mad laughter echoed on the wind, and she glanced at the darkened castle further down the valley, raising an eyebrow as strange glowing specters began circling it ominously.

“That’ll probably do,” she chuckled, hefting her club over her shoulder and starting in the castle’s direction.

…

The battle raged as Jacen and Tannenberg traded blows so fast that most could barely follow them, their swords sparking in air as the two paladins circled one another. Light blossomed as they traded the spells of their order, light illuminating Jacen as he muttered spells of protection, and black flames dancing around Tannenberg as he did his best to cut through them. Around them the skeletons and knights had resumed their battle, Alina and Tanara joining the fray and beginning to drive the overwhelmed soldiers back towards the entrance of the castle.

“Your faith and skill at arms are admirable,” Tannenberg growled, flourishing his blade, “but you waste them in the service of monsters and degenerates!” He held up a hand, and a burst of sunlight flashed through the hall, turning Alina’s skeletons to dust and causing the vampires herself to shriek in pain, falling to the floor. Jacen tried to get between Tannenberg and Alina, but the other knight cut him off, his eyes burning with hate.

“Don’t worry!” Tanara called, hefting Alina over her shoulder, “We’ve got her!” Her bandits closed ranks around her, hefting their weapons as Tannenberg’s knights advanced again, now without the skeletons to hold them back.

Jacen buckled under a particularly savage blow, “When I was reduced to the size of an ant, I never had anything to be afraid of,” he said, forcing a smile as he rose, shoving the other knight back, “the so called monsters and degenerates did all they could for me!”

Tannenberg winced in pain as Alette buzzed by his ear, a small bolt of fairy magic hitting his cheek. He slapped at her reflexively, missing as the fairy stuck her tongue out obnoxiously. The momentary distraction was all Jacen needed, and with a roar he was inside the other knight’s defenses, knocking the shield clean out of Tannenberg’s grip and nearly taking the man’s head before he recovered and raised his sword in defense.

“If they are what gives you strength, I’ll simply take them first!” Tannenberg roared. Alette squeaked in surprise, bobbing and weaving in the air as tendrils of flame leapt from his sword.

“AH!” Alette shrieked as her wings were hit, the translucent appendages curling and crisping as they burned away.

“ALETTE!” Jacen dove for her as she fell to the ground, the nubs of her wings still smoking as he curled her in his hands. A shadow fell over him, and he looked up, wide eyed as Tannenberg raised his sword with a grin.

Just as the blade began to descend the paladin cried out in pain, stumbling forward as lightning slammed into his back. He turned furiously, seeing a young woman in flowing black witch’s robes hovering arrogantly about ten feet overhead, having entered through the hole his own spells had torn in the ceiling earlier.

“Okay Jacen,” Lorelei snapped, “you had to have your darkest hour at the most inconvenient time for me, so tell me where the vampire is so I can kill her and-“

“Excuse me!?” Alina balked, still weak as Tanara helped steady her.

Lorelei blinked, “Oh, uh… sorry, I just figured his darkest hour would be you turning evil again and-“

“Enough!” Tannenberg howled, “How many more fool friends of yours are coming Jacen!?”

“At least one more!” Siskei shouted, charging through the ruined gates with her iron club held high. Tannenberg’s eyes went wide, and the club clanged against his armor as he cried out in pain, his protective charms shattering under the Oni’s attacks.

“Don’t let up!” Jacen shouted, tucking Alette into his pocket as he charged at the other knight with a growl. Lorelei flew overhead, raining down spells on Tannenberg, scattering his men and causing the knight himself to flinch with each blast of lighting.

“Yeah, fuck you!” Tanara laughed, pulling her pistol and firing it into his side as he stumbled past her.

Finally the rogue paladin found himself with his back to the massive staircase of the entry hall, panting and wounded as he raised his weapon. His expression went blank for a moment, and a light shimmered over his armor, undoing the dents and char marks, the cuts on his face healed shut, and with a grunt he cracked his neck, readying to face them again.

“Do you think you can defeat a wish granted by the gods ?” He snarled, holding the crystal before them. “I will bring punishment to all of you for your-“

There was a *thwack* and Tannenberg went rigid, his eyes crossing as he tumbled down the stairs. Everyone in the hall slowly looked up to Allison, still pale and swaying, holding a large brass candelabra in her hand, just a bit of red on the edge from where she’d clubbed Tannenberg.

“How the hell…” Lorelei muttered, slowly descending on her broom.

The crystal rolled from the unconscious knight’s hand, stopping in front of Jacen, who picked it up. It shimmered a moment as the wish it had granted was fulfilled, and Jacen chuckled as he looked up to Allison.

“What did you wish for?”

Allison gulped, dropping the candlestick and gripping the banister for support as she went lightheaded again, “I-I just wanted to save the day for once.”

“And you did,” Jacen said with a sigh and a smile. He turned to Tannenberg’s men, a stern look coming over his face, “surrender now!” he barked, holding his sword out. He didn’t need to say it twice, they threw their weapons to the floor and threw their hands up. He glanced at Alina, who was on her feet again at least, “Do you still have that dungeon that you used to throw Alette and I in back when we were enemies?”

“Of course,” Alina nodded, “I’ll take them right away!”

Jacen sighed, reaching into his pocket as Alina led them off, holding the unconscious form of Alette in his hand. He winced as he looked at the nubs of her wings, and couldn’t help run a finger through her hair.

“The wings grow back,” Lorelei reminded him as she hovered down closer.

“I suppose she’ll just need some recovery time then,” he muttered, “I need to find something soft for her to lay on.”

“Hey guys, we’re just going to see ourselves out,” Tanara called.

“You still have to face justice,” Jacen said in a tired voice.

“Let those punks go Jacen,” Siskei said with a dismissive wave, “you can go chase them down later!”

“That’s the spirit,” Tanara said, waving, “who knows? Maybe I’ll be your new arch nemesis!” She stopped, looking at the stars and fantasizing for a moment, “imagine me, the arch nemesis of a paladin! Now that’s a stepping stone!”

Jacen rolled his eyes and turned away as they left, cradling Alette and carrying her up the stairs.

…

Alette yawned as she turned over in the bed, enjoying a pleasant dream about Jacen, snuggled against her chest at his cute speck-size while she flittered above the forest. She was smiling as she opened her eyes, and she giggled as she saw Jacen at a perfect size to be handheld, laying on the pillow next to her.

She frowned, wait a minute… She looked over her shoulder, feeling the telltale soreness of a new pair of wings, and as she fluttered them, getting rid of the new-wing stiffness, the events of the previous day came back to her.

“Jacen!?” she asked, sitting up. She looked around, confused, it wasn’t normal for a fairy to be in a bed .

“Hmm?” he grinned at her as he sat up, looking up to the towering goddess of a fairy he’d become used to. “Oh, glad to see you’re up!”

“Are we in a dollhouse?” she asked, poking suspiciously at a book on the end table.

“No actually,” Jacen explained, “an archmage from the capital came, along with a column of Imperial troops, they’ve taken Tannenberg and his men into custody, and the mage and I discussed the matter of the crystal.”

“Oh no, did someone else wish you tiny?” Alette groaned, “It was Allison, wasn’t it? She screws everything up!”

“Allison saved the day,” Jacen reminded her.

“She wished to save the day, that’s cheating,” Alette groused. “Anyway, the crystal?”

“The archmage wanted to continue studying it, but after some discussion we both agreed it would be safer to use the wish in a way that would render the crystal unusable for the foreseeable future,” Jacen sighed, “I thought that something light and open ended would be best, and the archmage said that the gods tend to favor wishes based on love, so… I used it. I wished that you and I could keep being close, as we have been.”

Alette snorted, “wow, you really messed up the wording on that one, so what, are you permanently tiny now?”

“No, you cast a size stealing spell on me in your sleep,” Jacen chuckled, rubbing his forehead, “the archmage says that you’ve apparently gained some kind of size changing abilities that he’s never seen before.”

Alette slowly grinned, looming over him, “So I’m big? ” She felt it then, like a sleeping limb after getting up, a new set of powers that merges seamlessly with her existing fairy magics. She couldn’t help but giggle as she looked down at Jacen, “Oh gods,” she breathed, “I didn’t just shrink you, I actually have your size, don’t I?”

“You’re as big as I usually am,” Jacen said uncertainly, “You can give it back, right?”

“I’m pretty sure,” Alette giggled, sweeping him up in her hand before he could say anything else. She tucked him into her cleavage, right against her breast as she always liked him when flying, and when she was sure he was secure, her wings buzzed, hovering her about an inch above the ground. “Look all of this human sized stuff,” she marveled, picking up a book and flipping through it, “and I thought dollhouse furniture was nice…” she poked at the cushion on a chair, buzzed up to a chandelier, pushing it and watching it swing, then finally landed back on the floor, scrunching her toes over the carpet appreciatively.

“Jacen,” she said with a sweet smile, “are all of our friends still here?”

“Of course,” he replied, “Alina, Allison, Lorelei, Siskei, they were all waiting until you woke up!”

“Great,” Alette chuckled, “I think I’d like to talk to all of them… but first!”

Jacen watched the massive globes of the fairies breasts expand in all directions around him as she shrank him further, the soft flesh became difficult to hold on to as he dwindled, and he looked up at Alette in surprise as he went from doll size, to bug size, and then finally smaller still, tumbling down into Alette’s cavernous cleavage as the fairy teasingly waved goodbye to him.

“A fairy with size changing magic,” Alette grinned, “The gods do have a sense of humor… Now to go have a little fun!”

…

Lorelei glanced up from her book at her travel cauldron, bubbling in one corner of her room. The vampire’s pantry wasn’t stocked on most of the herbs she usually liked to use, but she’d managed all the same.

I need to get this breast growth potion done, Lorelei, thought with a grin, that vampiric titcow and the bar wench might think they’re going to draw Jacen’s eye, but tonight at dinner he’ll only have eyes for-

The door to her room burst open, and she blinked in surprise as the fairy walked in, “A-Alette?” she stammered, “You’re-“

“Big?” Alette chuckled.

“Awake,” Lorelei said, smiling, “Where’s Jacen?”

“He’s about the size of an ant, trying to climb out from between my tits,” Alette said, crossing her arms as a smug smirk came over her face.

Lorelei blinked, “Really, did the vampire have an old shrinking elixir around or something? I didn’t see one in the-“ she squeaked in surprise as she dropped a head in height, suddenly finding herself eye level with Alette’s chest as the fairy casually shot a blue spark at her. “Well, this is new,” the witch said, stunned as she slowly looked up at Alette.

“Oh no,” Alette said in a teasing voice as she placed her hands on her cheeks in faux surprise, “you seem to be getting smaller!”

Lorelei gulped, her heart pounding and a fire stirring in her loins as her robe got looser with each inch she descended. Her head craned up at Alette’s smugly grinning face more with each passing second, and soon she was desperately clinging to her robe, trying to keep it from falling down and leaving her naked as she fell below Alette’s knees. She squeaked, muffled as the world went dark and her wide brimmed hat fell down over her, trapping the tiny woman in her own pooled clothing.

“Hmm… I seem to remember a certain witch that liked to shove smallfolk in her panties?” Alette said, picking up the hat to reveal the now tiny Lorelei, naked and looking up at her in shock.

“Oh gods, this is it, now you’re going to keep me as a pet, you’ll force me to live in your underwear drawer and clean your feet with my tongue, and-“

“All right,” Alette laughed, leaning down to grab the witch, “enough of the bad mixed-size romance tropes, I’m not keeping you like this, but you are going to live it from the other side.” She lifted her dress slightly, exposing her white panties as Lorelei’s eyes went wide.

With a final squeak of mixed arousal and fear Lorelei was stuffed into the fairy’s underwear, disappearing from view as Alette patted the crotch of her panties. She bit her lip and groaned as the tiny witch squirmed against her womanhood, and she pressed the outside of the garment, forcing the writhing mass that was Lorelei better into place.

“I can see why she likes this,” Alette chuckled, buzzing off the ground.

…

Alina hung upside down from the ceiling of her study, brushing her long black hair as it hung down. She looked down at the door with a frown as Alette entered.

“Fairy!?” she exclaimed, dropping from the ceiling and startling the other woman. “You’re…” she gulped as she realized Alette was an inch or so taller than her, “you’re big!”

“Jacen wished me up some new powers,” Alette said smugly, “I was just showing them off, and I thought you’d think they were neat!”

Alina frowned, “Wait, what are you-“

Alina’s too powerful to play with, Alette thought with a mischievous giggle. She gathered her magic for a moment, releasing it all at once. The vampire screamed in surprise as she was instantly reduced to a mere four inches tall, looking up at the suddenly colossal fairy.

“Oh no you don’t!” Alette laughed, pinning Alina beneath her bare foot as the Vampire tried to use her enhanced speed to escape. The vibrations beneath her sole tickled her slightly, and she bent down to grab the vampire, lifting her up to regard her as if she were a doll.

“Put me back to normal this instant!” the tiny vampire roared, “I’m warning you-“

“Oh look, it’s that cage!” Alette laughed, picking it up off the desk.

“That was just a joke between friends,” Alina shouted as Alette pulled the small brass door open. “Come on Alette, you’re not really going to-“

“In you go!” Alette laughed, tossing her in. She locked the small door a moment later, looking through the bars with a smug grin as the vampiress crossed her arms and pouted angrily. She shivered in excitement as Lorelei’s motions inside of her panties brought the tiny witch up against a particularly sensitive spot, and she chuckled as she carried the small brass cage with her out into the hall.

…

Siskei hefted the barrel of wine up, slowly gulping down the steady stream of the sweet vintage, “Ah,” she gasped, hefting it back down. “That bloodsucker might be creepy, but she’s got some great taste in grapes,” the Oni chuckled.

“Siskei? Are you down here?” Alette called.

Siskei grinned, “Fairy, you’re finally up! Let’s go find Jacen and…” she trailed off as she saw Alette walking down into the cellar, a small brass cage in hand.

“Run Oni!” Alina shouted, gripping the bars of the cage, “the fairy’s gone mad!”

“Oh please, I’m just on my revenge tour,” Alette said dismissively, “you guys have all been playing with me for years, now you’re going to get a little back!” she grinned at Siskei, “Let’s wrestle!”

The oni shrugged, “Okay Alette, but I won’t go easy on you now that you’re not-“

“Tiny?” Alette asked, causing Siskei to jump as she realized the fairy was now standing over her. Siskei reached for her club, but balked as her hand reached the castle sized weapon, looming over her and impossible to use.

“Oh shit,” Siskei chuckled nervously, “Okay, I guess I have this coming, lay it on me fairy!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you because you’re small,” Alette grinned, raising her bare foot.

Siskei grunted as the fairy’s sole slammed into her, pinning the oni to the stone floor of the wine cellar and grinding her back and forth. The fairy’s foot was soft at least, a benefit of always flying rather than walking, but her pride was hurt as she gripped the side’s of Alette’s toe, doing her best to push it off of her and getting only a smug laugh from the fairy in response.

“Do you give up?” she asked finally.

“U-Uncle!” Siskei cried, gritting her teeth as the fairy’s foot came up, stomping her again and again until she was laying on the stone floor, moaning in defeat.

“Look, Alina! You get a roommate!” Alette teased, reaching down for the defeated Oni.

She chuckled as the fairy picked her up, “damn, got me good fairy! I’ll get you back though…”

With her latest capture safely in the brass cage, Alette’s wings buzzed as she searched the halls for the castle’s next visitor.

…

Allison grimaced at the wavy white dresses that the vampire had provided for her, complete with a small handwritten note reminding her to wash her neck before dinner, punctuated with a lipstick mark kiss.

I guess I did chase off the girl that was supposed to feed her, Allison thought with a sigh, looking at herself in the mirror, and Jacen will probably love this dress… And the vampire will too, gods I’m becoming such a weirdo! She giggled, twirling around and admiring it for a moment. She squealed in surprise, her heart racing as the door opened. She half expected to see Alina, her fangs out and ready for her next meal, but she sighed in relief as she saw it was just Alette, “Oh, thank the gods,” she breathed.

Alette frowned, “You’re not surprised to see me big?” she gestured down at herself.

Allison shrugged, “Not really, I’m not the sheltered tavern wench you remember Alette! I’m a hardened adventurer now! I fought a bunch of thugs in a massive tavern brawl, I got bitten by a vampire, and I even defeated a dark paladin in personal combat… kinda.” She glanced down at the vampire and the oni, trapped in the birdcage. “Huh, where’s Lorelei?”

“Right here,” Alette grinned, cupping her crotch through the dress suggestively. She frowned as Allison didn’t react much, “and I’ve got Jacen up here!” she pointed to her cleavage, and Allison actually giggled.

“I put him there myself, when I had him tiny,” Allison remarked. Alette fell back in surprise as Allison threw her arms around the fairy, pulling her close. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“Excuse me?” Alette balked, pulling away from her.

“Shrinking me, duh!” Allison laughed, “that’s obviously what you’re doing here! Taking out all the other girls who ever got between you and Jacen, right?”

“You want-“

“I’m out for new experiences at this point,” Allison explained, a cheerful grin coming over her features, “come on!”

There was a flash of blue light, and Allison’s clothes rippled as they fell while the tiny woman squealed in joy and surprise, landing squarely on Alette’s chest. The fairy rolled her eyes, tapping the tiny woman’s head and causing her to dwindle down to the same size as Jacen, disappearing into the vast expanse of the fairy’s breasts as she shrank away.

Deep in the dark recesses of Alette’s cleavage, Jacen heard a familiar distant scream, and his eyes went wide as he saw Allison’s naked form tumbling down towards him. With a squeal she found herself wedged just below him, squirming as she was pinched between the twin heaving orbs the same as he was.

“Oh, hi Jacen!” she called.

“Hi,” he said with a weak smile. From his place here he’d heard snippets of the conversation overhead, and he wondered what Alette was doing.

“Now then,” The fairy boomed, placing the brass cage on the table next to Allison’s bed, “we need to have a talk.” She pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties as she looked down at her prisoners. She glanced down at the outline of the witch in her panties, “You hear me down there?” she asked with a taunting smile.

A muffled “yes” rang out as Lorelei tried and failed to climb upward.

Alette crossed her arms, “I want everyone to understand, Jacen is mine , and yeah maybe now and then we might have a little fun with you when we’re in your neck of the woods, but he’s always leaving with me! There will be no trying to convince him to become a vampire, go back to the east to study martial arts, marry and take over your family’s tavern, or stay around a cabin in the forest brewing sex potions for the rest of his life! Okay?”

“Okay,” Alina and Siskei said together. Within Alette’s panties Lorelei shouted a muffled affirmation.

Trapped deep in the valley of the fairy’s cleavage Allison scoffed, “She doesn’t have to worry! No offense Jacen, you’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever met, but I’m not going to stick around my mom’s tavern pining after you for the next twenty years!”

“Er… good for you, seize the day!” Jacen called, hoping he sounded encouraging.

“Now then,” Alette sighed, flopping herself on the bed, “I’m pretty worked up from toying with all of you, and Lorelei’s already in place, so…” she slipped her hand into her underwear, slowly forcing the tiny witch inside of herself. The shrunken pair in the cage watched in fascination as the gigantic fairy before them arched her back in pleasure.

“Wow, now that’s a show,” Siskei whistled. She glanced at the vampire next to her, who had a hint of red in her pale cheeks as she gripped the cage bars, fascinated.

Lorelei gave in completely, doing her best to crawl deeper within the gigantic fairy as the tight tunnel around her squeezed and pressed her tiny body. On the mountainous hills of her cleavage Jacen and Allison were tossed about by the jiggling flesh, the moans of the fairy booming overhead like thunder as she slowly fingered herself to orgasm.

“She’s like a goddess,” Jacen breathed, struggling to hold on to the side of her breast as he watched her skyline sized face contort with pleasure in the distance. The vibrations of the breast he was stuck on were bringing him to erection himself, and as he looked up he could see that Allison had somehow managed to scale to the fairy’s nipple, only avoiding falling to the mattress thanks to the canopy of fabric her bra made overhead.

Alette cried out in pleasure one final time, collapsing to the mattress with a chuckle, feeling the witch squirming within her. She slowly pulled her free, dangling a limp and exhausted Lorelei by one leg. With a smug giggle she lay the witch on the bed.

With a snap of her fingers Jacen, Allison, and Lorelei returned to full size, tumbling to either side of Alette as she lay in the bed with a smug smirk on her face. Idly she laced her arm over Jacen, pulling him close as the other two women lay on the bed, stunned.

“Hey, what about us!?” Alina called angrily.

“In a little bit,” Alette giggled, “I need to think of what size I want everyone to be for the next round.”

“Next round?” Jacen asked skeptically.

“I’ve already won your heart,” Alette laughed, “now I’m taking some victory laps…”

…

“Farewell,” Countess Alina sighed, waving as Jacen and Alette, now at their normal sizes, left her castle. “I suppose his heart was never mine to conquer,” she muttered.

“I think I’m kind of over him,” Allison remarked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “Not that I don’t like him, but… I don’t get all weak in the knees thinking about him now.” She grinned, looking up to Siskei, “So, what kind of wild and crazy stuff are we off to do now? I want to arm wrestle goblins; I want to trade riddles with a talking statue!”

“Whoa kid,” Siskei laughed, “I said you could come with me, but you’ve got to get used to an easier pace! Not every day is going to be rogue paladins and vampires, some days it’s just drinking and telling dirty jokes around a campfire.”

“Let’s go!” Allison said dramatically, pointing down the road. She hummed a triumphant tune under her breath as Siskei followed after her.

…

Tanara sighed as she sipped her drink in the tavern, Bernard at her side, “Well boys,” she said, turning to face them all, “we’re not any richer than when we started, but at least we’re all closer together!”

“In the sense that you’ve upgraded us from henchmen to members of your reverse-harem,” Bernard muttered.

“New wanted posters!” The barkeep called, laying it on the table in front of them.

Tanara’s breath caught in her throat, “Tanara the Terrifying!?” she gasped excitedly, “Reward, thirty thousand thalers!?” she tapped the parchment, “you guys, look at this!”

“Wanted for association with rogue Paladin Lord Tannenberg, robbing imperial convoys, general lewdness, and skullduggery,” Bernard read, “Leads a fiercely loyal group of extremely handsome men slavishly devoted to her…” He looked at the other men, who shrugged, “Extremely handsome? Not bad!”

“Now how do we get this thirty thousand thaler reward up to a fifty thousand thaler reward?” Tanara asked with a grin.

“I’m afraid it’s never seeing another penny of increase!” a familiar voice called.

Tanara grinned as she turned around, “if it isn’t my arch nemesis, Sir Jacen!”

He stepped into the tavern, his armor shining as Alette buzzed over his shoulder, “we talked about this Tanara!” Alette snapped, “we don’t like you calling him that!”

“Boys!” Tanara called with a grin, “Let’s get them!”

Jacen gave a winning smile as his fairy, friend, and lover buzzed alongside him into battle, eager for whatever would come their way.