“Can you see her?”

“I cannot perceive her at this moment, fair ally.”

“So, no then.

The two fairies talked in hushes whispers. They were crouching by the corner of a window, on the ledge outside of the apartment where the hostage was being held. The two humans were naked, and clearly engaged in acts of lewdness. Bolt’s face scrunched up in disgust as the site of the male, who’s no doubt disgusting genitals were thankfully obscured from this angle. The female human had her back turned to them, with her hands busy somewhere out of view. Probably in the vicinity of the aforementioned genitals. The dark-haired wizard shuddered at the thought. As a Retreiver she was less innocent than most fairies-she had seen much in her service. But human sex was so wild, messy and often kinky. Not like fairy sex, which consisted mostly of cuddles. Which was as it should be. What was the point in all the other stuff?

Re-focusing, she turned to her companion Dorain, who remained stoic.

“Are we really just going to sit here and watch these two go at it like animals? This is a hostage situation, not a peep show!”

“Patience is a virtue, Bolt. We will wait as long as we have to, no matter the…circumstances” explained the blonde haired archer.

“Urgh.I should go back and tell Lana we’ve found them. Maybe by then the male will have fallen asle-hold on, their moving…”

The two Retrievers peered into the room, making sure they were out of view, as the female rolled over. Bolt looked at her carefully.

“…are we sure this is a female?”

“I am certain. The scent is unmistakable.”

“Well what’s…that…between her legs?”

“…hmm.”

“It’s a penis! Well, a bit redder. And no testticles. Human biology is weird.”

“I suggest you look at her wrist, rather than her genitals.”

Bolt looked. She was wearing some sort of bangle on her wrist. It was flesh coloured. And had arms and legs.
“What the…is that…”

“Indeed. We’ve found her.”

The female human held her right arm up and stared at the fairy impaled on it, twisting her wrist one way then the other, rotating the living bangle so she could inspect it at all angles. The arms and legs twitched and waved independently of one another. Bolt could see the poor thing’s face, the mouth stretched impossible wide to accommodate the whole arm that had forced it apart.

“This is…sick! They’re torturing her! We need to do something!” declared Bolt. She went to stand up, but a firm hand from her taller companion kept her down.

“And if they spot us? They may do something rash. We may lose, and put all of us in danger.”
“But-“

“We wait.” Said Darmain, with finality. Bolt stayed crouched, fuming and sickened. The male came over and said something, and his partner laughed. Then he started to push the fairy down her arm, slowly towards the elbow. Fey left a small trail as she went, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body widened even more, going past the joint and up towards the biceps. The female made sure to give a quick flex of her muscles as the fairy passed over them. This caused their deformed prisoner to convulse in what Bolt could only assume was terrible pain.

“Look at them laugh, those evil creatures! I’ve never seen cruelty like this in all my days…” muttered Bolt, as their rescue target finally came to a stop just in front of the human’s shoulder.

“Hmm.”

“Stop saying that! Why aren’t you concerned? This is even worse than those kindergardners from a few years ago!”

“Yes, I was there. I remember the scissors. That fairy was tortured. But this is different. Can’t you feel it?”

“What?”

“Ah, you have stange opinions on these matters. So unadventurous…”

“…?!?!?” said Bolt, a difficult linguistic feat. Darmain smiled and shook her head.

“Go. Fetch Lana, then. I will remain here to observe.”

Bolt studied her friend carefully. And despite the bickering, they were friends. Darmain was smart and noble, and a born listener. She had saved her life at least once, although Bolt would never admit it in public. She was the calm glue holding the group together whenever things got tense. So she was inclined to trust the archer’s judgement.

“Just…stay safe, ok? That human is dangerous. They both are.”

“I am aware. I am also dangerous.”

Bolt smiled, and quickly departed. Darmain watched her go, her face set in stone. When she was gone, she sighed.
“She is still a child. Learned, and yet so unaware…”

She turned around. The humans were staring at her.

Darmain stared back, impassively. Sweat appeared on her brow, but she kept her composure as she looked into the humans eyes. Slowly, the female approached, the strange organ between her legs swaying as she walked, fluid gently dripping from the tip. The fairy on her shoulder-or rather, just beneath her shoulder-waved at her. It was hard to tell exactly what expression was on her face, but Darmain intuited that she was somewhat embarrassed, like a child who’s friends have been caught doing something embarrassing. The female carefully opened the window, and now she was exposed. The proud archer didn’t reach for her bow. She just stood there. Inviting a comment from her enemies.

The female gingerally flexed her arm, causing her captive to squirm. Her cheeks flushed red. Then she spoke.

“Ok. So, this might seem weird…”

“Do go on.” Said Darmain, arching her eyebrow expertly.

“But she’s cool with this. Right, Fey?”

Fey attempted to speak, but making her out was basically impossible. The female sighed, then went to clap her hands in accordance of the ancient fairy magic of old-surprisingly learned of her, thought Darmain. But then she stopped, before electing to pull the fairy back down her arm. This time she went fast and rough, leaving her arm soaked as her “bracelet” was freed. When she was done she held the grossly stretched out fairy by one leg, which appeared to be dislocated. Fey twirled about, and Darmain could see right through the massive, gaping hole of her mouth right through her body to the other side. She was basically a giant, fleshy ring with limbs.

The human tossed her towards Darmain, who had by now stepped onto the inner ledge of the window. Fey landed in a wet heap, facing up. Darmain reckoned all three retrievers could fit inside comfortably. As it was she patted Fey’s head, listening to her gurgle and moan. Then there was a clapping noise.

“I believe.”

In a flash, Fey was restored. She lay on the window ledge, looking up. Her anus was still gaped open invitingly, and the little fairy massaged her jaw, moving it about, testing it. There was a clicking noise and her lower jaw dislocated. She hurriedly clicked it back into place.

“Woah, looks like I’m getting a little worn out…” she said, looking up. “You’re Darmain,right?”

“It is so. You are Fey. I have come to rescue you.”

“I don’t want rescued!” cried the little fairy, getting to her feet. Now that she was standing, the gaping of not only her asshole, but her pussy was even more obvious. Her vaginal canal seemed to hang down as if there was a heavy weight inside of her. I’m happy here! We all are!”

“I can see that.”

“So why don’t you just-wait, what?”

“Then why are you here?” said the male. Darmain looked up at him.

“I came to scout. That’s what I do. And I see…no, I feel no malice, no cruelty.”

She crossed her arms, shaking her head.

“But the law is the law. You have a duty to help others, not just find base pleasure in the company of humans. You must return.”

“But…I’m…I am helping!”

“Is that why you’re here?” asked Darmain, looking her right in the eyes with icey eyes. Fey faltered, and said nothing.

“I thought so. Say your goodbyes. We’re leaving.”

“No, she isn’t.” said the male. Darmain shook her head sadly.
“I’m sorry for this, human. But we are sworn to uphold-“

“I don’t give a shit. Fuck off.”

“Tim…” whispered Fey. “Don’t piss them off…”

“Too late.” Said Darmain. She jumped back to the outside ledge and readied her arrow, pointing it right at Tim.

“I, Darmain of the Retrievers, will not be intimidated. Prepare to defend-“

Tim shut the window. The arrow bounced harmlessly off the glass. Darmain stood with her bow out for a few seconds, before calmly putting it away. Then she flew off.

Tim shrugged.

“Well that was easy. Well, I’m beat. Anyone want food?”

“Tim, it’s going to take more than a window to beat the Retreivers!”

“I’m…really not concerned. Like, no offense, but they seem kind of lame.”

“Tiiiim!”

“Yeah I gotta agree with Tim. Didn’t you say you cut one in half with a pizza cutter?”

“You don’t know what you’re starting. They have magic…deep magics…”

“Well we’ll worry about it afterwards. Seriously I’m starving. I’m thinking Indian.”

“But-“

“There’s no good Indian places nearby. Just get Chinese.”

“You guys-“

“No, I’m sick of Chinese.”

Fey’s further protests fell on deaf ears as the two humans started to argue about dinner. She sank to her knees shook her head, unable to free herself of the growing worry that had taken hold of her.

“Well, at least she isn’t being tortured.” Said Lana, crossing her arms.
“I still say she was. That looked super gross.”

“It is the truth. But they are still our enemies. We must find a way to breach their defences.” Said Darmain. “Do we have any ideas?”
“Break the window down and rush ‘em?” suggested Lana.

“Any REAL suggestions…”

“That was a real suggestion…”

“I have one. It’s…tricky, but I can do it. We need to lure one of them out.”

“And then?” asked the archer. Bolt smiled.

“Ever heard of the Trojan Horse?”

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Been setting up this next chapter for a while, should get into it soon...