It had started to rain. Great, thought Alex, clutching her cherished bag of Chinese food up to her chest, trying desperately to keep her order of General Tso’s warm. Fey had told her this was a bad idea, although his reasoning had been less to do with weather and more to do with the Retrievers. But Alex was just in one of those moods, where cravings were to be met at any cost. It wasn’t her fault that her favourite place didn’t do deliveries-she found that charmingly non-mainstream rather than annoying. And besides…


She squirmed a little as she walked. She had still not….fixed herself, down there. She could feel the sensitive flesh rubbing against her clothes as she walked, with the merest hint of a bulge pressing out from within her tight jeans. Alex had considered wearing a skirt, but drawing attention to herself was probably a bad idea considering what she was hiding at home-not to mention the tiny warriors that were out to get her. But she had to admit that there was a thrill in walking down the streets when every step made her cheeks flush as she felt that strange, alien, wonderful feeling against her inner thighs. She had only passed a few people tonight, and she made sure to look each passer-by right in the eyes, smile on her face, as she went about her business.
It was about 3 minutes to her place when she heard a voice.

“Help…”

She turned, trying to repress a smile. It was faint, but she was alert to the pleading tone. In fact she had been waiting for something like this since she went out. The voice had been soft and feminine. Alex stayed still for a moment, wanting to get out of the rain, to get back to her boyfriend and her friend/sextoy, wanting to eat the aromatic feast in her bag, but wanting something else, too. Impulses and cravings had taken hold.

It came again. Stronger this time. She peaked down a nearby alley. Behind one of the dumpsters was an almost undetectable glow.

“Help me…” pleaded the unseen source of the voice. Alex slowly advanced down the alleyway. She had a feeling what was waiting for her at the bottom.
She was right.

“Hey guys!” she said cheerfully, as two of the retrievers looked up at her, half-crouched with their weapons out. “Nice trap you got here!”
Her two would-be ambushers stared up. She recognised the one from before, who had calmly explained why they where here before being shut out of the apartment by a window. The other one was taller, and was staring daggers at her.

“Stupid human, we had a good mood going here! Play along!” shouted the tall fairy. Alex laughed.

“Oh man, you guys are just adorable.” She said, with complete sincerity. “I love you all to bits. Well, I will…” she added. Indeed, she had been thinking about this earlier. After all, why settle for one toy when you could have two? Or three? She could do all sorts of things then.She imagined herself with two fleshy bracelets on each arm with a struggling necklace around her neck, arms struggling desperately.

“You seem calm” said the blonde archer fairy, bring her back to reality.

“As do you.” Replied Alex, keeping herself relaxed and casual as her free hand slipping surreptitiously into her jacket pocket.

“I am always calm.”

“I’m not! Human, your reckoning is upon you!” cried the warrior fairy, waving her sword in front of her face.

“No, please, don’t. Oh no.” deadpanned Alex. Her fingers grasped the can of mace hidden inside as she kept her cool face on, calculating the best time to strike. A thought occurred to her.

“Hey,aren’t there three of you?” she asked. She regretted asking it even before she heard the gleefully smug voice in her ear.

“Yup!”

Then she felt something strange. Something very strange indeed, actually. Even as her hand fumbled its way out of her pocket, she felt what seemed like warm snow melting in her ear canal. As her hand smacked off her ear, which was now empty again, the feeling continued deep into her head. She was going to stick a finger inside to investigate-ridiculous, but what could she do?-she suddenly found that doing that was incredibly difficult. In fact, doing anything at all was proving to be increasingly challenging. Moving was hard. Speaking was hard, with only a few weak mumbles of protest forming on her lips before they died out. Even good think words yes was bad no now….

Alex slumped her head forward, still standing, and closed her eyes for a brief second. When she opened them again, she looked around slowly, flexing her hand and knees. Eventually, she spoke.

“It worked.”

“Of course.” Said Darmain, crossing her arms. “I never doubted you, Bolt.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s pretty cool.” Admitted Lana, nodding. “Man, how does this even work, anyway? Are you in her brain? Cause I’m pretty sure she should be dead if you were.”

“Well…look, here’s the simple version. I’m physically right in among all that grey matter, but I’m mentally controlling the entire brain and linking it with my own consciousness. So I can both see and feel things from the hosts perspective. Think of it as riding a horse, or a dragonfly, but you’re riding it with your mind as well as your boy”

“I…I totally understand. Yup.” Said Lana, nodding knowingly and stroking her chin. “Like riding a horse, only its not a horse, it’s a human brain.”
“Exactly. And as long as I’m generating fairy magic in here, she won’t die, because right now, via Candybeards 3rd Law of Transitive Magical Exchange-in conjunction with the a priori rules re: non-mythical ontological mysticism-“

Bolt slowed down as she realised that her audience was not a classroom of magical students. Lana picked her nose absent mindedly. The “human” sighed.

“She’ll be fine as long as I’m in her head.”

“Oh, cool. So how come you’ve never tried it until now?”

“Possessing humans is hard. And we’re a covert group in this world. Most of the time we don’t ever have to alert humans, so it’s unnecessary.” Said Alex, although in a manner and accent that would seem most unfamiliar to those who knew it. She took a few experimental steps, then froze up.

“What’s the matter?” asked Lana.

“I…feel very strange…uh…” stammered Alex/Bolt. She slipped a hand down her jeans, then immediately recalled it, screwing her face up.

“Oh no, Human woman are so gross! I totally forgot about that. Can I fix this quickly?”

“We would give ourselves away. Leave it as it is.” Said Darmian.

“Leave what? Fix what? What are you guys talking about?” asked Lana, cocking her head.

“Its…she…oh nevermind. Everybody, get in here!” she spluttered. “Before someone sees us!”

“Indeed. I will enter via her vagina.” Said Darmain.”

“Um, that might be a bit tricky-“

“I am aware. Nevertheless it is the obvious strategic entrance. He will be…vulnerable there.”

The other two conspirators shuddered at their companions cold logic. At times, Darmain was scary with her way of thinking. Nodding in understanding, the controlled human ducked behind the dumpster. There was a zipping sound, followed by some wet squelching and a few moans.
“Lana, get in!”

“Ew, no way! That’s grody as heck. And dumb. And bad. I’m going in through the OBVIOUS way.”

“And where’s that?”

“The mouth, stupid! Go in, say high, and BOOM! Lana in the face. Here I go!”

“But, what if your in my-“

There was a chocking, spluttering sort of sound, followed by a long, almost cartoonishly pronounced swallowing sound. After a while, “Alex” appeared from the alleyway, holding a bag of Chinese food, looked down the street once or twice, and then gingerly set off down the road.

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Tim was in two minds as he sat on his chair, flicking through tv stations without really watching anything, just listening to the static and the noise out of the corner of his ears, so to speak. On the one hand, he was anxious about Alex. He had wanted everyone to stay together. They were essentially under siege, and his queen had rode out to meet the hordes. Well, to get Chinese food. But nevertheless he had specifically warned against it, only to find a post it note stuck to the fridge reading: “YOU’LL THANK ME LATER”, with a drawing of a steaming hot noodle box underneath it. He hadn’t even heard her shut the door.

But as testy as he was feeling, the edge was just starting to be taken off somewhat by the incredible blowjob he was currently getting. Fey had offered to give him one as they waited, perhaps sensing that Tim was annoyed or worried, and jumping to the task of relieving him of his burden. He had accepted it, at first somewhat reluctantly-he wasn’t sure if he was in the mood. Besides, was coming a lot recently, and it was beginning to hurt a bit. And given her size, a blowjob sounded more like Tim doing all the work with the fairy as a sentient onahole. But Fey had told him to relax, and to trust her on this, and so he had-the tv had been turned on, and he had sat back in his somewhat worn out chair as Fey got to work. He let the anxiety brood a little before he got into it, and now he found himself growing fully erect once more under Fey’s ministrations.

“How did I ever get by using just my right hand…” Tim muttered to himself. He moaned as he felt her lips wrap around the base of his cock, six inches of tight, warm throat contracting around his member. He reflected on this for a moment, doing the math in his head, brow furrowed. Then he looked down.
Fey’s head was indeed where he thought it would be, nose deep in his pubes, eyes closed, mouth stretched around the base of his girth. But her body was still standing on the chair between his legs, with one hand nestled between her thighs to deal with her pussy, which still hung open from all of the abuse it had taken recently. Her neck now engulfed the entirety of Tim’s cock, taking on its exact size and shape, the head bulging out right where her neck met her shoulders. It looked utterly bizarre.

“Fey, do you just ignore anatomy entirely now?” asked Tim, who had reached his weirdness threshold a long time ago, and now simply accepted that Fey could do this without really caring how. The fairy was, as usual, unable to communicate due to being filled up with something, in this case cock, so she simply opened her eyes and gave her human a cheeky wink before she continued her throaty massage of Tim’s dick.

“Hey Fey, move around a little more.” He asked. Fey’s body started to strafe around the sofa as her head stayed firmly at the root of his member. With more prompting she bent over, and with two hands grabbed at her stretchy labia and spread her pussy wide. Letting her lips fall by her legs, she then walked over to the stuffed neck and started to massage it with her hands, which almost sent the watching human over the edge.

But Tim’s curiosity outweighed his need to cum, presently. He sharply withdrew from her,all at once. Fey’s head bounced on the fabric of the chair as her neck lost the shape of his penis and deflated, apparently unable to hold the weight of her head up.

“Hey, what gives?” asked Fey.

“Well, you look so…weird. I needed to see you without my cock in your throat.”

“Well…here I am.” She said, bowing her body.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s kind of like being decapitated.”

“I wouldn’t exactly know.” Said Tim.

“Well, I don’t know how to explain it then!” huffed Fey. Her body walked over to her head, her body staring up at her holes. “Wow…I’m never going to be tight again, am I?”

“Does that upset you?” asked Tim, as Fey picked her head up and brought it up close to her pussy, turning herself so she could examine her gaped cunt.
“I don’t know yet. You’re a fun guy though, Timmy. You’ll make it worthwhile.” There was a pause as she stared deep into herself-she could see her cervix, which was also gaped slightly. She didn’t even need prompting to start pushing her head up herself. It was easy, actually. Tim just watched as her head was pushed into her own womb, her neck trailing down her front between her breasts and disappearing between her lower lips. He lent a finger to the delicate operation as he seen her arms struggle. Soon a bulge was visible in her stomach.

“That’s a good look for you.” Said Tim, as Fey staggered around, arms outstretched. He was pondering what to do with her next when he heard a knocking on the door. He tensed up.

“Who is it?” he half-shouted.

“It’s me.” Came Alex’s voice.

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Sorry for the wait, been a busy month!

Comments and stuff always welcome.