In accordance to proper story narrative, it had started to rain.


From her position inside the left jean pocket, it was hard for Fey to determine exactly how far they had went before they stopped. She was sure that they were somewhere hidden though. Bolt wouldn’t want anyone to see them as they left for home. It usually involved a bit of a light show. Fairy magic was, if nothing else, very flashy.

Soon, Fey felt a hand suddenly retrieve her, and she was held up face to face with her “rescuer.” Well, kind of. Fey’s head was still attached to her ludicrously stretched neck, which meant it was currently by her feet, on its side, as she stood as normal.

“Have you still not fixed yourself yet?” asked Bolt. “You look ridiculous. It’s bad enough that you’re naked, especially with the…state of your…the state of you” she said, trailing off.

“I can’t heal myself on my own yet.” Said Fey, subconsciously crossing her legs in a vain attempt to hide her now permanently gaping holes. It was true-her magic had always been average at best. “And it’s not like the humans had any clothes in my size lying around…”

“Yeah, yeah. Hmm…it won’t look good if we bring you back like this though. Like, those two idiots getting all mashed up is expected. It’s almost a tradition, really.” Continued Bolt, giving her right pocket a few pats and producing a wet, squelching sound in the progress. “But we always bring back our targets safe and sound.”

“Well, why don’t you fix me before we go?” asked Fey, clasping her hands and standing on her tiptoes.

“I, uh, can’t really do my usual magic right now. I was going to ask you to send us home, actually, but….hmmm…”

Bolt trailed off, stroking her chin for a few seconds. Fey decided to nudge her along a little bit.

“Oooh, I’d feel so awful having to face everyone like this. The Retrievers just took too long-“

“Ok, fine, fine! I’ll fix you. Get in here.”

Bolt leaned her head down and showed Fey her ear. Fey stared at it.

“Uh….what?”

“Get in. Come on, I’ll pull you through. Hang on…”

The human body suddenly went half-limp. Then a small hand reached out of the ear. Fey was a little taken aback, but still-her plan was working. She picked her head up, coiled her neck around herself, held onto her head with one hand and grabbed the hand with her other. She let Bolt do most of the pulling as she travelled inside the eardum, which was a little larger than she remembered human ears being. As she went she felt magic pulsate around her-strong magic. Bolt’s magic, no doubt, permeating the air so that Fey could practically taste it.

The two fairies emerged into a small chamber, the floor and walls red and somewhat sticky. This must be the inside of Alex's skull then. And if that was the case...Fey’s eyes were drawn immediately to the object in the centre.

“Is that-“

“Yup! It’s the brain.”

“But…it’s so tiny!”

Indeed, the brain was maybe the size of a fairy-sized bean bag chair, the optic nerves now stretched out to stay connected to the eyes. Parts of it were also glowing faintly. Bolt just laughed.

“Yeah, she’s a dumb one, isn’t she?”

“No way it’s this size normally.”

“Oh, ok then. Yeah, I shrunk it down a little. Not like she’s using all of it right now anyway. It’s just the motor parts I need really. And the optics.”

“How do you even see what’s going on in here?” asked Fey.

“Oh that’s easy. See how the brain’s glowing? I’ve linked it with my own. If I want to see what her eyes are seeing? Easy. Same with movement.”

“I…see…” said Fey, looking down at the shrunken organ. “So does every part do something different?”

“As in, every lobe? That’s about right, yes. But I didn’t bring you in here to teach you anatomy. Hold still please.”

There was a flash, and in an instant Fey found that she was back to normal. She creaked her neck a little, finding its short length a welcome change from her inconvenient former shape.

“Thanks, Bolt.”

“You’re very welcome. Now let’s just…get out of here so we can go home. I’m sick of humans.” Said Bolt, a tired look on her face all of a sudden.

“What happen to Alex?”

“Who? Oh, the human. I don’t know, to be honest.

“What?” said Fey.

“Well, I’ve never performed this spell on a creature of this size, or intelligence for that matter. I did it on a fox once-long story, don’t ask-and it seemed ok after it? But, you know, it’s harder to tell with animals. Also, the fox hadn’t been disemboweled.”

“So you’re saying she might die?”

“She shouldn’t die…I did mostly fix her intestines-“

“You just shoved them back inside!”

“I’m not a human doctor, ok? Look, let’s just go home and forget all of this…” pleaded Bolt. Even being so worked up over Alex, Fey still noticed how tired Bolt was acting. It must be the magic, she thought. She’s still linked to Alex’s brain…

“Sorry Bolt, but that’s not how this is going to go. You’re fixing my friend.” Said Fey firmly, taking a step towards the brain.

“Friend? She kidnapped you!”

“You keep saying that, but do you really believe it?”

“She…uurgh, I am super not in the mood for this…” muttered Bolt. Ice-blue magic began to form in her hands. “If I have to force you back home then I will.”

Fey made her move. She reached out a hand and gave a big squeeze to a nearby handful of lobes. Bolt seized up instantly, yelping in surprise and going stiff as a board, her magic dissipating in her hands.

“W-What are you d-doing!” she managed.

“You’re forcing my hand here, Bolt.” Replied Fey, almost apologetically. As long as you’re in here, your magic aura will keep anything too bad happening to either you or Alex, she thought to herself. She reached around and gave another few lobes a good, firm squeeze, and then another with her free hand. The chamber shook as she did so, which meant that Alex must be moving around on the outside. She must have looked a strange sight-Fey just hoped no one was watching.

Fey continued to prod and poke a the tiny brain, which had Bolt swaying back and forwards, mouthing random words and giving off the odd burst of magic. Deciding to go a bit further, Fey straddled the wrinkly organ and rubbed her nethers up and down it, smearing it with her own juices as they leaked down from her perma-gaped pussy. After just a few second of his Bolt gasped and shook as if she was being electrified, her twitching fingers automatically reaching down past her panties and into her own pussy.

“Aaah…what is this…feeling?” she moaned. Fey couldn’t believe that she had made THE Bolt, one of the most powerful fairies alive, behave so lewd, as the mage pawed at her cunt like a desperate dog. She had spent her time amongst the humans as a submissive toy, but she could now see how good it felt to be in charge for once. She doubted Tim would be up for being a sub though. She was sure she could work something out with someone though. Speaking of which…

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do, Bolt.” She said, firmly. “You’re going to stick out of that ear over there and cast the homeward spell. We’re going to explain just how naughty”-and she rubbed herself with extra vigour as she drew that word out-“you’ve all been. We’re going to find a fix for my good personal friend here. And then I’m going home. With Alex, to Tim. Understand?”

“Urr…Mmm…Yes…Just…don’t stop…”

“Good girl. Get to it then.”

Far away from where any human lived, Rasper the Fairy sighed happily as she lay on the grass, arms behind her head and a glass of lemon juice beside her. It was a lovely day in the park, as it had been all week-truly a blessed summer they were having. The fairies were all out enjoying the sun, playing games and eating tiny little sandwiches. The local choir was assembled, and a small crowd merrily sang along and cheered them as they ran.

Rasper was a young, fresh faced young thing, and was soon to embark on her first proper mission to the human world. Apparently some poor young boy was lonely after moving town. She couldn’t wait to cheer the little thing up-oh what games she had planned! And songs, and stories, and dances…she shivered with anticipation. You weren’t a fully grown fairy until you came back from that first mission, she had always heard. And the human world sounded so exciting, too! She couldn’t wait to meet one in person!

Rasper closed her eyes, smiling broadly. If you were feeling uncharitable, then it would be easy to blame this for what happened to her in the next minute or so. The truth is that there wasn’t much she, or any of the other fairies scattered around her, could have done, really. Oh, some of them knew that the famous Retrievers were due back anytime now. But they wouldn’t just appear randomly in the middle of the park-Bolt was far too skilled to be so sloppy with her magic. And none of them could have possibly predicted that they would be carried home in the body of a human.

Rasper really only had a few split second clues to react towards. The brief and sudden chill as the sun was blotted out, and the screams as the more fortunate fairies seen the human woman suddenly appear about 10 feet of the ground and plummet straight on top of everyone. If she had been prepared, maybe Rasper would not have ended up being crushed flat as a pancake by Alex’s ass.

But she wasn’t. And now she was wondering why she couldn’t move, and why it was so dark, and what that smell was, and what on earth all this racket was about.

As this was happening, one of the those fairies lucky enough to avoid being smashed like a bug, Bee, stood by the human’s head in shock. She had just came back with a new tray of fairy cakes, which she had promptly dropped-looked on, trying to comprehend what was happening. The human lay, unmoving, on her back. Bee thought that perhaps she was dead, and was starting to come up with possible explanations as to how a dead human have travelled all the way from Earth, when suddenly, something emerged from the human’s ear. It was a fairy.

She gingerly extracted herself from the ear before climbing down, looking around at the various organs and bodyparts that had went flying upon impact and grimacing, as if she had just arrived at a party and found someone wearing the same outfit. Speaking of outfits, Bee noticed that this strange fairy was completely naked, and that her ladyparts looked awfuly strange, as if they belonged to a much bigger fairy. Bee was staring so hard at the strangers stretched out holes that she was rather taken aback when she heard the newcomer speak.

“Hey there, buddy! I’m back!” she said, sounding rather strained. “Be a dear and, uh, get the healers over here, could you?”

“I uh…I think they’re coming anyway. On account of…” Bee waved a hand behind the naked fairy, who turned around to look.

“Oh. Yeah, sorry about that. Bolt’s not feeling herself.”

“Bolt?” asked Bee, suddenly perking up. “As in…the Retriever?”

“Yup! They’re all here! Her, Darmain, and…oh look, and there’s Lana! Hi Lana, we’re back!”

Bee looked around excitedly for a sign of the legendary Lana. There, crawling towards them, was what appeared to be a zombie. Her legs were mostly bone, and her skull and ribs were clearly exposed as a trail of entrails dragged behind her. The pathetic figure looked up at the mention of her name, gave a very tired looking wave, and then continued dragging herself forward.

“I have to say, I respect her determination.” Said the fairy. “Now, do you know where the Elder is? I kinda of have a few things to tell him.”

“You don’t say?”

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Almost done! Next chapter will probably wrap things up.