Trojan fairies might be fun. I guess you have something else in mind, but I couldn't help think of the following:

"That won't work, we'd never fit inside you. And even if we did, you'd be so horribly bloated, they'd immediately know you are carrying something in your womb."

"That's the thing. I don't need all of you, just your heads. The rest we destroy, and then we just wait until one of them claps their hands and you both pop from my belly, whole and healthy, and we quickly grab her and get out of there with the advantage of surprise."

"Hmm, that might actually work. But how would we reduce ourselves to just our heads?"

"That's easy. You see that hard stone road over there, where these huge wagons drive? I think they call them trucks. You just lay down in front of them at the side and wait for one to drive over you. They are more than heavy enough to squish your bodies into gooey pulp."

Done as discussed, Bolt and Lana flew to the lane and waited. Truly a truck drove by. All three fairies twitched their eyes close, waiting for it to happen. With roaring thunder, the lorry rumbled past. They opened their eyes and noticed it had completely missed them.

"Too far to the side, we need to lay down further on the road."

Bolt placed herself a bit further inwards, just in time for the next lorry. The small squishy cracking sound it made as she was partially ground to pulp was completely drowned by the roar of the truck.

Bolt stared at her lower body. The truck had smushed her legs and pelvis, basically anything from the waist down and glued her to the road. She couldn't speak, as she had vomited her own entrails which were now pouring out of her mouth and stuck in her throat. But judging by her face expression she wasn't happy with that "half job"

Lana did the logical thing, she laid herself on the tarmac, which was red and wet in a splatter pattern south of Bolt's squished torso. With an odd fascinated grin, she placed her head between Bolt's chest, while her own hands she placed between her legs, anticipating the next lorry.

Dorain flew back up a bit in order to watch with a knowing smile on her fact. The next truck came and zoomed by, leaving a dust cloud behind. With a deafening roar it passed her, and she had to cough and steady her flight from the strong wake wind. She blinked the dust away, trying to see where her fellow retrievers had ended up.

There was just a wet spot on the tarmac. Then another one, a few feet further, one revolution of a truck tire later. Then a third, weaker one beyond that. There were more, each weaker from the previous.

But there were no heads, no remains larger than a squished fly. A few tiny bits had been splattered around in the initial impact, she could see a finger. And one fairy wing.

This hadn't been the plan. But she could still work with it. All she had to make sure was that she had at least some bits of each of her companions, no matter how small.

After collecting everything that had been thrown to the side of the road and squeezing the gory bits - mixed with sand and dust from the road itself - into her sex, she hovered to the other side. There was half a fairy foot, still twitching. If she recognized it right, it was Lara's. The wet thing went in easily.

She spotted one more unidentifiable red piece of gore, when a sound made her look up.

It was just in time to see the speeding truck loom over her, growing in size like an avalanche. For a split second she felt an odd mixture of excitement, anticipation and fear. Then - the impact. Like a fly smacked with a swatter, she felt herself - the only term that could describe it was "liquify" - in mid air.

The bonds in her body, between bones, muscle, sinews and skin, were no match for the sudden brute force. The impact was much quicker than her body could accept the momentum, even though she was hovering in mid air, nothing pushing her against the truck than her body's own tiny inertia.

The front bumper of the truck went through her like a blade slicing an apple. But unlike a thin edged blade, this bumper was larger than she was, and went through her in every place at once. It connected with her skin, then took that skin and pushed it all the way through her until it broke through the skin on her back like shrapnel, followed suit by everything else that had been in her.

Like a droplet of water splashing on a rock plate and squished in all directions. Her eyes were pushed through her skull and broke free on the back of her head, where they exploded.

Some of her liquefied remains splattered across the trucks' radiator grill in a star shaped splatter pattern. Another good part of her was instantly smashed against the road's tarmac in a comet shaped reddish paint streak.

Smaller droplets and bits became airborne and swirled after the truck in a faint red mist that slowly settled down in her aftermath.

The truck driver grumbled at the exceptionally big bug that had hit him and turned on the window wipers.

Dorain didn't know how she could even still think after that. She had not just been blown apart in one single orgasmic explosion, she had also been knocked unconscious for noone knew how long. But once she came to at least could think again - or at least dream. She had some sort of awareness.

She couldn't feel a thing of her body though, as dispersed as it had become. But still, she knew one thing for certain. If anyone ever managed to restore her, she definitely HAD to try that again.