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.

Love the armband idea. If Fey keeps up this level of stretching, it won't be long before Alex can use her as a pair of panties: one leg through each fallopian tube, her body serving as the waistband.

I don't have a clue what you're planning with the Trojan Horse, but I'm eager to find out.

Thanks for the comments and suggestions (especially Blackraven2 for that little short-it's not what will happen but that lot getting hit by a truck seems pretty in character. They mean well, but...)

Sidenote: Me and BR2 have been posting a lot of Ultra-Short stories recently. It's fun, and I highly recommend trying it. If there's anything there people here like let me know-could maybe even expand on them, or just incorporate them into my other stories.

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Since I prefer long-form content I had pretty much ignored that thread, so thanks for the notification. Still, it's a fun enough diversion, so I figured I'd take a stab at it as well, using one of the prompts from my unused ideas list. I'll try and see if I can post a few more in the next couple days.

Thank for this new chapter.
I agree with JestInPieces that her fallopian tube deserve a bit of attention. Yet this might require a magnifying glass and tweezers… I also have a super plan for Fey to hide from the Retrievers: she use here new stretchiness to blow herself with air until she reach the size of a human. This is flawless, the Retrievers wont think to look for someone of this size! A perfectly safe and well thought plan perfectly fitting or fairy. So first step, removing all the bones to let the air flow…

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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DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN

Sorry for the wait, been a busy month!

Comments and stuff always welcome.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Another cliff hanger. What have we readers ever done to deserve such cruelty?! lol. LOVED the chapter. I actually had to stop and let my heartbeat calm down when it got to the brainfuck scene. The only other time I had to do that was when I read your story the Interview and one of your characters attached wires to a woman's brain and controlled her.

Now, as usual, I have a host of ideas. In one, you could have Tim realize Alex is being controlled somehow, such as seeing her heal rapidly from what would have resulted in severe injuries, but treating it as normal to prevent giving away that he knows to the fairies, who don't know that humans can't regenerate like fairies can. Tim could then take advantage of the situation in the most perverse ways possible in order to remove the fairies from Alex's bodies. He could, perhaps, tell Alex that it was time for him to clean her organs(or something similar), and the fairies not knowing any better, go along with it. He could then pull Alex's womb out through her navel with the fairies hiding there not making any noise so as not to get caught. Any wounds could then heal because of fairy magic when he was done. He could then go on and remove her brain by slowly cutting open her skull. The fairies, in there arrogance, wouldn't think much of it as their ally is in a liquid state, and thus wouldn't be recognized. Tim could put Alex's skull cap back on, so it would heal. Tim could then secretly convene with Fey to figure out how to restore Alex's mind. Fey could then tell Tim that the mind control spell that the fairies used makes the users mind weak to control also. So, with Fey's help, Tim could discretely take over the mind of the fairy controlling Alex and give control back to Alex. You could then continue with Alex retaining the ability to heal, some how.

Another idea is for Alex to LET the fairy to control her body to get all of them to come back to Tim's house so they could deal with them. They could get back to the house where Alex could take back control abruptly and grab her prolapsed cervix and seal the fairies inside. The one inside her head could try to escape, but only her body would escape as her mind is still trapped within Alex's mind, effectively leaving the fairies body brain dead, except she can still feel what happens to her body. The fairies in her womb could try and escape, but fail because they don't have their weapons. One of them could spot Alex's fallopian tubes and think it's an exit. Alex coudl feel this and tell them to stop. This, of course, only encourages them. They could reach her ovaries and see her tiny egg cells. One of them could come up with the idea of bartering for their freedom by taking Alex's eggs. They all could agree to this, but not know where to store the eggs.(I think you know where I'm going with this ;) ) One of the fairies could suggest they store the eggs in themselves, leading to them stealing Alex's eggs and forcing them into their own ovaries.

Can't wait for your next update. Hopefully it doesn't take too long to get out.

Loved the bit where Fey shoved her head up her own womb.

Quick little suggestion: constricted in Alex's esophagus, Lana can't use her wings to maintain her position and finds herself sliding down the slippery walls towards Alex's stomach, where she suffers some damage from the stomach acid. Since climbing back out seems unlikely, she decides to let gravity aid her and dives into the lower exit, making her way all the way through Alex's digestive tract.

Thank for your work!
Not thank for the cliff-hanger just after a month long pause :-P. You are actually a sadist aren't you?

That was awesome as usual.
To push a bit the idea of JIP, Lana could be half digested by Alex but not realize it as she is constantly annoyed by the reflex muscular contraction of Alex digestive track. At the moment of the assault on Tim, she would fly out of Alex mouth. But missing her lower body, a part of here intestine would remain stuck in Alex throat. The bowels would uncoil as much a they can but finally reach their maximum length, brutally stopping the fairy mid air. And that would be the moment she realize that something is missing…

Also, I don't know if you have planned something for the end put that could be fun to have everyone (humans and faeries) tearing each other apart and finally being forced to make find an arrangement: human needing the magic of Bolt to restore some important on their bodies and fairies needing the hand clapping things. Sure they could go to any other human for this but that would be even more unwanted advertising for the fairy kind.

Tim prodded his chicken with a tentative fork, and eyed his girlfriend with suspicion. Something had happened. Ever since she had come back from that seedy Chinese place she loved so much, Alex had acted like she had just had about 5 concussions, all careful movements and stilted, cautious speech. She sat across from him, smiling like a Stepford Wife, food untouched. Occasionally her eyes drifted across the table to Fey, who was walking unsteadily around the table. Her head still wedged up inside herself, her neck stretching from the top of her torso all the way do between her legs, with a large bulge visible in her abdomen. Tim would have toyed with her some more if he wasn’t keeping an eye on Alex.


“Aren’t you going to eat your food?” he asked. Her eyes darted down, studying the Chinese chicken.

“I’m not hungry.” She said, still smiling manically.

“Yes you are. It’s why you went out. To get food.”

“Ah, yes. I did.” She said, and her eye twitched as she spoke. “I forgot.”
“Uh-huh.”

Sweat formed on her brow. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, which to be fair was probably because of her prolapse. Tim stared at her.
“Well?” he said, raising his own fork. Slowly, the dark-haired woman forked up a tiny amount of food and slowly pushed it into her mouth, swallowing it immediately. As she did so, her eyes lit up, and she somehow smiled even wider.

“Wow! I mean, uh-“she stammered, looking at Tim, before composing herself. “What a normal meal. How average! I will just…have more of this now…”
She started to shovel her dinner in with more enthusiasm now. Tim watched her, silently eating his own dinner. As she ate, Tim swore that he could hear…something. It almost sounded like a tiny, familiar voice. It was like Alex was a ventriloquist or something-it seemed to come from her throat. But it soon stopped as she ate more and more, pausing occasionally to take big, dramatic sips from her drink. It wasn’t long before she had finished her meal.
“Not hungry, eh?” he asked, causing her to blush.

“Uh…yes?” she offered.

Tim was about to press her some more when he heard a wet slurping sound. Looking down, he saw that Fey had partially succeeded from freeing her head from her womb. He said partially because, while her head was now outside of her body, so was her uterus, hanging between her legs. He shook his head
.
“Excuse me a moment.”

As he helped to free Fey’s head from her own body, he kept Alex’s face in his peripheral vision, glancing at her on occasion to notice her intense stare as he worked.

“I remember when ladies kept these on the inside…” he muttered to himself. It was dexterous work trying to free the head. Eventually he just held her body with one hand and pulled hard with the other. There was a tearing sound as her womb was pulled completely free of her body, still wrapped around her head like a fleshy mask. He pinched the end and pulled, and it eventually slipped off, revealing Fey’s glassy eyed, extremely wet face.

“Uh…well, I got you out at least.” He said, holding her rather worn –out organ in between his fingers. She was still out of it, so he turned to Alex, who was staring wide eyed.

“Catch.”

He tossed the fairy womb at her. It slapped against her face and landed on her plate. Alex stared at it, then at Fey, who was starting to come to, her body getting to its feet and reeling in her neck like a fishing line. Suddenly, she speared the womb with her fork and shovelled it into her mouth, chewing it up and swallowing, before moaning with satisfaction.

“Delicious! Meat is delicious!” she said to the room at large.

“Uh…yeah, I guess?” said Tim. “I usually cook it first-“

“I think it would…extremely good…if I ate Fey.” Said Alex.

“Ate her? But you just had dinner. And you said you weren’t hungry.”

“And you said I was. And I am. Hungry for meat. Besides, I know you like stuff like this, right?” she said. Tim couldn’t deny that. And he had thought about this sort of thing. He wondered what would happen when he did the magic clap and restored Fey after she had been eaten. Depends on the timing, he guessed.

“I suppose…yeah, we could eat her.” He conceded.

“No, just me!” interjected Alex. “You can eat her later. Just put her in my mouth.”

“Don’t be greedy.”

Alex stood up, and she put on…what was probably supposed to be a sultry face. But it was different from normal. When Alex wanted to be sexy she was one of life’s naturals. There was no visible thought of effort in it; it was all in how she carried herself, how she looked you in the eye, how her body’s curves and bumps all aligned themselves in a way that made her so maddeningly desirable at times. Now, she was shifting her eyebrows around like they were sentient, and wiggling her hips back and forth like she had an invisible hula-hoop.

“I’ll make it up to you…” she whispered loudly. “By touching your penis.”

“I see.” Said Tim.

“With my vagina.”

“Uh-huh.”

She walked up to him, hands pulling her jeans down, revealing her prolapsed pussy, swaying as she walked. The effect was ruined somewhat as she tripped over her jeans right in front of him, sending her to the floor right onto her back, limbs flailing everywhere. As she went, Tim bent over somewhat and reached a hand out instinctively to grab her, and as luck would have it, he ended up with a handful of uterus. He couldn’t help but squeeze it tightly as she fell. He felt something crunch as he did so, and Alex yelped loudly. Tim knelt over her, putting things together in his head, hand giving her a few extra squeezes to confirm his theory, feeling solid, twig-like objects crinkle and snap inside the pink tube.

“Please…stop that…” moaned Alex, head shaking from side to side. He looked over at Fey, who had been very quiet since emerging from her own womb. He nodded a head towards Alex, then looked at Fey quizzically. She had coiled her stretched out neck on and around her shoulders like a snake, although she still had to hold her head with one hand to stop it falling off. She mouthed a few words at him, silently:

“I. Sense. Them.”

He nodded sternly, before eventually relinquishing his grip. Alex lay on the floor moaning, juices dribbling out of her outside-in pussy. She looked up at Tim woozily.

“Ohh…so weird…” she muttered.

Tim said nothing, merely offering a hand to help her up. When she was back on her feet she laid a hand on his shoulder to support herself.

“Um…so…right.” Said Alex, shaking her head. “As I was saying: I should eat our fairy prisoner right away.” She rubbed her stomach as she spoke, wincing a little. Odd, thought Tim.

“Well, about that…” said Tim. “You’ve been acting a little weird since you got back.”

“What? No I haven’t.”

“You totally have.” Insisted Tim. Alex wrung her hair with her hands before wincing again, clutching her stomach.

“Urgh…you’re upsetting my stomach with your nonsense, stupid hum-er, Tim. Just let me have her already!” groaned Alex. She turned away, towards the table, and started talking to herself, shaking her head.

“What the heck is this feeling-oh god, is that…stop, you idiot!”

Alex started to visibly panic, and Tim grabbed her shoulders.

“What have you done with Alex?” he demanded, torn between anger, confusion and genuine fear over what was happening . “You’re controlling her or something, aren’t you? Answer me! What’s happening?!”

He shook her shoulders, but Alex didn’t answer. Instead her eyes widened as she looked down, before straightening up and lifting her shirt to just beneath her breasts, exposing her belly. There was a tiny sword sticking through it. Everyone in the room watched in horror as the blade retreated inside herself again. Then it tore a small hole just above her belly button. Then another. Tim retreated and looked on, mouth agape, as a wound roughly 6 to 8 inches in diameter was cut into his girlfriend’s abdomen, seemingly from the inside. A small voice started to be heard. One that he had heard earlier.
“Almost…free!”

A small figure burst out of the cut, dragging a few coils of intestine out with her as she landed on the table, rolling on her back for a while before coming to a stop. Tim ignored it as he stared at Alex, who was standing with entrails hanging out of her belly, looking like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Er…Oh..oh! I’m so surprised! There was a…fairy…inside me?” she said, losing belief almost immediately before coming to a stop, and sighing.

“Alright, fine, yes we hijacked her body. It’s a fair cop. You caught us!” she said, throwing her hands up sarcastically. She paused as she caught the shocked look on his face, and the stares from both him and Fey. “Oh, this.” She said, holding up some loose intestine. “Don't look so alarmed, we can fix this. We’re not…I wouldn’t let her die needlessly. We’re not the baddies here, ok?! “

“You just gutted her!!” shouted Tim. “You disembowelled my girlfriend!”

“No I didn’t! LANA disembowelled your girlfriend!” replied “Alex”, indignant. “Because she is INCREDIBLY DUMB, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”
“Please don’t shout. Head hurts…” replied Lana. She didn’t look very well. The Retreiver’s lower body was basically skeletal up to the hips, with flesh missing from her back and arms as well. Her hair was mostly gone, with patches of bare skull visible on her scalp. One of her eyes was gone, and some sort of bubbly liquid was leaking out. It looked like she had some gutting issues of her own too, with her abdomen wall eaten away by what was presumably stomach acid. She looked very tired.

“Got trapped in the stomach…had no choice but to hack my way out…why were you eating?”

“Because some of us are trying to be stealthy, you dolt.” The possessed human shook her head. “Ok, Darmain, come on out, we’re busted.”

“Oh, is that who was there? I was wondering” said Tim, who was significantly calmer now that it seemed that Alex wasn’t in immediate, life-threatening danger. “Alex” turned her head, shooting him a confused look.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Well when you fell over, I accidentally grabbed your uh…” Tim pointed between her legs. “Alex” stared, before comprehension dawned. She reached a hand down, before shivering at the contact.

“Oh, that’s still so weird…” she mumbled.

“And that isn’t?” replied Tim, gesturing at her guts.

“That’s an occupational hazard. This is just perverted.” She replied, as she inserted two fingers inside her cervix. She poked around for a couple of seconds, before pinching something and dragging it out. That “something” turned out to be a leg that was just about still attached to the rest of Darmain. The blond , elf-like fairy had been squished like a bug, her limbs twisted and broken, hanging loosely at her side. Every joint, from her limbs to her head and waist, seemed to be twisted in the wrong direction. The archer’s eyes dangled by optic nerves, with some of her own guts having been pushed up her throat and out of her mouth. She hung dangling in “Alex’s” arms by the leg.

“You still with us?” asked the possessed human.

“…yes…”

“Good lass. Rest here for a bit.”

Darmain was unceremoniously dumped on top of Lana, who grunted but didn’t move, having apparently spent all of her energy escaping from the depths of Alex’s digestive system. That left just one fairy unaccounted for…

“So where’s the third? What was her name again? Bolt?” asked Tim.

“That’s right. She must be in her head, controlling the brain.” Said Fey.

“Oh, you’ve seen this before?”

“No, it’s just what makes sense to me.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“She’s right.” Said “Alex”, or Bolt, as Tim now knew, tapping on her forehead with her knuckles. “I’m right here. And it’s my magic keeping her alive. If you cut her open and take me out, what do you think will happen?”

“I swear, if she dies-“

“She doesn’t have to die. I can get out without harming her. If I want to…”

“Let me guess. You want Fey.”

“Precisely.” Smirked Bolt, sensing that she was now in control of the conversation. “The choice is yours, human. Give her up, or your girlfriend dies.”

“…what happened to you not being the bad guy? Cause this is pretty messed up.”

“D-Don’t moralise to me, human!” scowled the Retriever. “Make your choice!”

Tim thought hard, not used to being the one without any power. He eyed the two downed Retrievers on the table, but Bolt saw his eyes moves and merely laughed.

“It doesn’t matter if you have one hostage or three. The choice is still the same.”

“Well…well, if you don’t give up, then I’ll...I’ll, um…”

“Tim, it’s ok.” Said Fey. “I’ll go. Don’t put Alex’s life in danger.” She walked to the edge of the table, still holding her shakily-perched head with one hand as she looked up at the humans. “Take me home.”

“Fey, I promised you-“

“No, really, it’s ok.” Said Fey, cutting him off. “Just…believe.” She winked at him, subtly. Tim thought about Fey, about the things he had done to her, and how despite everything, she had come to trust him completely. Now , powerless and desperate, he knew that he had to trust her. And in his heart of hearts, he knew that he did.

“…ok. For Alex’s sake.” He said. He turned to Bolt. “She’s yours.”

“You’ve made the right choice. I can see that Fey is not completely without affection to you, for some reason.” Said the retriever, as Fey fiddled with her coiled neck, seemingly oblivious to the gaping hole where her reproductive system used to be. “And therefore we will not pursue you further, and put this all behind us. You’ll never see her, or indeed any fairy, again, and Fey will be suspended for her lack of judgement.”

She scooped Fey up and brought her to her mouth.

“W-wait, just put me in a pocket or something! I saw what happened with Lana!” pleaded Fey. Bolt looked down at the partially digested Lana before nodding.

“Ah, pockets. Of course. We probably should have went with that plan, actually…” she muttered, picking up the discarded jeans and putting them on, before promptly shoving all three fairies into her pockets-Fey in her left, and the other two squeezed messily in her right, with Bolt grimacing as she forced the out of place bones and guts down and out of sight.

“Hey, I thought you were going to release Alex! And fix her up!” said Tim.

“In due time, after the mission is complete” replied Bolt. “Don’t worry, I am a fairy of my word. She will be as good as new before I leave.”
“She better be.” Growled Tim.

Shrugging, Bolt tucked her entrails back inside as best she could before putting her shirt back on. She walked to the door, before turning and regarding her opponent.

“Goodbye, Human. We will not meet again. May you one day find the happiness in life that has clearly eluded you thus far.”

She opened the door before pausing.

“Oh, and don’t follow us. Otherwise the deal is void."

Then she was gone, leaving Tim alone in the apartment of his possessed girlfriend.

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Looks like our heroes are in quite the pickle! How are they going to get out of this one?

Damn. The end of another chapter has come. Do you have any idea when you'll post the conclusion. Also, is there a pdf of "How Many Apples" like there is for your other stories?

Thank you for this new chapter. Conclusion is nearing it seem. I'm curious about this "She will be as good as new before I leave"… This story is absolutely awesome.
Also have you any writing plans at the moment?

I've myself thought about a little something that could amuse you.
One night of this year, a big flash tore the dark sky, followed by the roar of a large space object traversing the atmosphere. Before the first lights of dawn, the site where the object crashed was swarmed by military and scientists. Even if not that much people had looked at the object itself all the media in the made the same guess: an alien craft have fallen on Earth.
And they were right. It was indeed alien but it also mostly destroyed. From the wreak, the scientist were able to only study the materials composing it but almost all the technologies were destroyed.
Only one alien artifact was found still undamaged. The thing was looking like a huge mushroom with a small foot. Its head was covered with a bicolour pattern of green and gray glowing splashes. After some experimentation, it was discovered that pressing on any green splashes initiate a replication procedure where the mushroom create a copy of itself using what it can found around. The operation take less than a second and the mushroom can use a wide range of materials.
The mushroom is also able to accomplish an other task. When you touch a gray splash, in a half blink of an eyes, the shroom cut open your skull and make an incredible modification to tour brain. It make it indestructible. Without killing you of course. Once the operation is done, the brain can be extracted safely extracted from the body without impairing the patient in any way. After the operation the brain seem able to sustain on whatever it find in the atmosphere provided that it have some source of light.

To avoid conflict with the rest of the world, the country where the craft landed chosen to send a copy of the artifact to each government of the world. After all, creating a new mushroom was just matter on pressing on the right color. In every one mind, the only usage of this thing was to save a VIP from a fatal situation. Like a bomb or a plane crash.
But thing changed rapidly, due to how easy it was to replicate the machine. Soon surgeon get there and on these and used them to perform hazardous operation. Then general started to use it on their elite commando and then on all their soldiers. After this thing escalate quickly as more and more famous people underwent the operation to definitely preserve themselves from life dangers but also form brain sickness like Alzheimer or Parkinson. And in less than a couple of year, in the majority of the country it would be impossible to take an insurance or a bank loan if you didn't have your brain made indestructible.

But things didn't stopped here. As people started to get used to their new condition, they realized that an indestructible object can be really practical in many situation. An African country surprised everyone by recommended to its citizen to from now only using their brain as a washing sponge to clean their body. Their scientist had discovered that the modified brain had self cleaning property guarantying it to be free of any germ. And being indestructible, you could reuse it indefinitely. Experience proved there were right as this policy drastic reduced the number of infection. And soon the whole world was imitating them, scrubbing hard their bodies with their soapy brain.

With this, an other barrier had fallen and peoples started to find more and more creative use for their brains. In addition of cleaning your body, dishes, window or cars, it was discovered that you brain make a really good cookware. To protect itself from overheating, the modified brain emitted instantly any unwanted heat it was reviving, making it a perfect heat conductor. It allowed you to cook thing faster than what you can do with any conventional pan. And it was self cleaning! The brain shape is nor the most practical to cook thing the rapidly, the cookware store started to sell molds that you could use to press your brain in various shape, depending on what you would like to cook. Indeed, the transformed brain remained squishy and you were able to imprint it an other shape provided that you pressed hard enough on it.
On the other side of the thermometer, there was also nice surprises: the brain would refuse to yield a single degree to any object colder than the optimal body temperature. So anything bellow than 37 °C encased a brain would indefinitely preserve it's coolness. Perfect to keep you beer cold during summer.

In fact it seem they weren't a single domain were those new indestructible brain find a large number of usage, and this resulted in a massive jump the quality of life on the human kind. But this progress come to a terrifying cost…

It was discovered far to late that the operation add also a strong psychological effect. After become operated, the people started to become more carefree, which resulted, from most of them to a level of inhibition at grass level. And some were suspecting the mushroom shaped artifact to modify there patient more than one way. The customs rapidly changed toward what we would call total debauchery in any other times as the humanity entered in the Brain Age...

>>7281

No Idea. End is coming soon but not sure how many chapters it will take yet. PDF's for all of my shit can be found on my HF account page: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin (not the applebloom story though, which can't be posted there.)

Fun fact: While How Many Apples is by far the least popular story on there/in general, this story is by far my most popular work on HF. Probably because it has lots of large insertion stuff as well as guro.

>>7313

Thanks! I've no idea what comes after this and the Overwatch story. Maybe expand on one of my 100 word stories. Maybe something from the prompt thread. Maybe something new entirely. Who knows? I'm a very impulsive writer.

I like the idea of a world where brain stuff is just commonplace. I've thought about a story along those lines. Maybe not with all the mushroom stuff-I'd probably just skip over explanations and get right into slice-of-life stuff. Like, how would society change if people just walked about with their brains on show? And by people I mean hot girls because this is porn, and I don't want to see Old Man Johnson's brain. I want those teenage girl brains as they wash the cum out of it, hoping their friends wont notice the new hole in it. Maybe I'll write something on it.

Incidentally, direct your attention to this thread: http://8ch.net/brains/res/303.html

Maybe you'll enjoy it. Good board, actually...

>>7314
Argh! Images! Thank you for sharing anyway, the story is interesting.
But strangely brain play is one of those fetish I can only enjoy as plain text. Visual depiction is just horrifying for me...

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.

Yay new chapter, thank!

Now what about Alex fate? It would be fun to have here brought back but infested with fairies. First it much cuter than worms, then she could let it happen for profit.
Like she take a bunch of fairies in here body and brings then for one weeks tour in human world. A sort of cruse but in her body instead of the usual big boat. That would allow the fairies to safely discover the humans and their customs, see monument, discover new foods from what end in Axel stomach.
Tim could also be put at contribution to organize some activities, like “Initiation to Human sex” or “The Joys of the Blender”.
Hmm… I think that me who need holidays.

Nice chapter, though, not much happened.

oh boo i was hoping for some fairy belly inflation bursting

FINISH IT! pleeeeeeease

It was close to midnight back on earth. The night was cool and quiet, or as quiet as a reasonable large urban centre could be. The midnight hour was a time where most people, tired and content, take to their beds and drift off into sleep, dreaming their shapeless dreams and letting go of their worries for just a little while. Well, except for the people working night shift, they didn’t get to sleep. Or the insomniacs, try as the might. Or the night-owls who think that staying up until 3am watching anime and eating Doritos was healthy human behaviour. Obviously the horny young couples of the world would be staying up too.


And of course there were the people like Tim, who were so stressed out of their mind that sleeping was basically impossible.
It had been the worst few hours of Tim’s life. It had felt like aeons. He had circled his apartment in restless paces, his hands constantly moving over his hair, the walls, over themselves. He had wanted to scream, to hurl his foul language into the heavens, only to compose himself, and then repeated the cycle endlessly. He didn’t know what to do, and he didn’t know how to deal with that. He couldn’t leave because it would put Fey and Alex in danger. He couldn’t stay because it was driving him crazy doing so. For the first time since his little Fey had came into his life, he was completely powerless, and it was tearing him apart.

Every now and then, Tim would go over to his bedside window and stare into the sky. It was how all of this began, after all. With a hopeful look at the stars, and an even more hopeful wish. He had been half-serious back then. Now he was wishing right from the heart. Wishing that Alex and Fey were ok. Wishing they could come back to him. Wishing for the Retrievers to get fucked by angry hedgehogs. Wishing for everything to just work out, somehow.
It was all he could do.

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“Will she be ok?” asked Fey.

The Elder Fairy thought about his answer.

“Essentially.” He said, eventually. He was an old fairy, which was a very old thing to be, and he looked it, with thick silver hair and sunken blue eyes, which nevertheless still gleamed with an intelligence that was rare for his kind. He was so old that his real name had long been forgotten-he had just been The Elder Fairy for as long as most living fairies could remember, and so that was what everyone called him. It suited the Elder fine. It gave him a certain gravitas and authority that was invaluable for his position.

“What does “essentially” mean, exactly?” asked Fey, crossing her arms. She was still nude. No one had even bothered to offer her any clothes. She wagered they were curious about her unnaturally stretched holes, which had probably opened up exciting new avenues of exploration for the more curious observers. She was fine being naked anyway. It reminded her of good times.

“Well, physically, this human seems in pretty awful shape. The brain was basically jelly after her landing, and with you two crashing into it like that. Insides were on the outside, bones were broken. Really bad stuff, far beyond human medical advances that I know of.”
“But, she’s not dead, right?” asked Fey, eagerly.

“No. She isn’t. She should be…but she isn’t, thanks to Bolt.”

“It’s her fault that this happened in the first place!” shouted Fey. The elder beckoned for calm before continuing.
“I understand that. Nevertheless, it’s because of her magic imprinting on the human’s biology that she’s still alive. I don’t know if it was deliberate. She’s the most powerful wizard I’ve seen in centuries, and she knows how to use it…”

The elder trailed off thoughtfully. Fey wasn’t sure what to believe. She hated Bolt for what she had done…but the Retrievers weren’t evil. On the contrary, they were heroes to Fairy-kind. Bolt had been a key part of that heroic legacy, and had insisted that she wasn’t “the baddie.” Maybe she had made sure that Alex would be ok after all?

“I want to ask her.” said Fey?

“Hmm?”

“Bolt. I need to know if she saved Alex on purpose. Then maybe I can forgive her.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get the chance to ask her when you all go back with the human.”

“…Bwaaah?”

“Well, the thing with residual magic is, it doesn’t last forever. It seeps away, and once it’s gone, it’s gone.” Said the Elder, as Fey goggled at him. “And when that happens with Alex…well…”

“So she needs magic to live?”

“Yes. Bolt’s magic, specifically. And given that she has something of a debt to pay anyway, this seems like a rather tidy solution, don’t you think? Poetic justice, even. She will reside in the human and generate the magic that-“

“Wait wait wait…inside? The human?” asked an increasingly flummoxed Fey.

“Well, yes. The head, specifically, given that it’s now rather empty. See, the whole process doesn’t really work if you just sprinkle it outside-“

“But-but Alex will…she’ll have that little psycho inside of her! That’s…no!”

“Well, the human seemed to think it was a suitable solution to the problem.” Countered the Elder, smiling and shrugging.

“…Alex is awake?”

“Resting, Miss Fey. I’ll ask that you let her recover for your return to earth, which is what I assume you want? I hear that you have met a male human there, and that you are quite attached to him.”

“Did Alex tell you that?” asked Fey.

“Well, even if she hadn’t, I have my ways of knowing these things.” Answered the Elder, eyes darting down very briefly to her cavernous gaping pussy. At that exact moment, the tip of Fey’s cervix poked out of her labia, causing Fey to squirm and shiver. The elder continued to stare.

“Uh, sorry. That happens a lot now. I’m pretty…loose.” Said Fey, as her womb continued to prolapse, the pink flesh now protruding several inches outside of her body.

“And it is not uncomfortable?” asked the Elder.

“It’s wonderful. The things I’ve felt in my time with Tim and Alex, it’s just…I’ve never been happier.” Said Fey. “I could spent my whole life being their little fucksleeve! Um, begging your pardon…” She was blushing heavily, partially because of her involuntary prolapse, and partly out of what she had just blurted out. The Elder simply smiled.

“Oh don’t look so embarrassed. I actually some questions regarding your time among the humans. You see, a few fairies have came to me since your return. They’re suddenly getting very curious about some things about the human world…”

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It was 5am now. Tim stared dumbly out the window. He was in bed now, but still as wide awake now as he was during the day. All sorts of possibilities were flashing through his head, most of them pessimistic. He would have to go to back to work tomorrow, having spent a fair amount of time off “sick”, but now he really did feel physically incapable of going through the motions at his dead-end retail job. Especially if he stayed awake the whole night, which was a very real possibility at the moment. If Tim wasn’t worried by this, it was simply because he was too busy worrying about more important things at the moment. Fey, Alex, those shitty little retrievers, the ball of light hurtling towards his window….

Tim screamed and rolled out of his bed, taking cover. There was a loud crashing sound as something smashed through his poor window and landed with a thud on his bedroom floor. This was followed up almost immediately by the sound of heavy, enthusiastic swearing, in a very familiar voice.

“A-Alex?!”

“Tim, you dolt! Why wasn’t the window open?!” hissed Alex.

“Well I wasn’t exactly expecting you to come in that way! Or at all!”

“Well, I did, so be more prepared in future.” Replied Alex. She was lying on her side, apparently no worse for wear despite what had just happened. She was also completely nude. There were a series of crude stitches across her abdomen, and Tim could still see between the gaps in sutures, where Alex’s guts had been tucked back into place. Apart from that detail, she seemed mostly fine. She got up, a little groggily, and dusted herself down.
“Oh, I think I might have left a dent. I need to go on a diet or something…”

“Alex, I’m super happy you’re ok and everything, but for god’s sake tell me what happened. Where’s Fey?”
“Oh, she’s in here.” Said Alex,tapping her head.

“Huh? Oh god, are you still possessed?”

“No, no, it’s a little…um, its weird. Don’t freak out, I’m absolutely fine, but….”

At this point, Alex’s left eye bulged like it was trying to escape from its socket. Then it did, the eye falling onto the floor and rolling away. Tim yelped and fell back onto his bed, shocked. Then he heard yet another familiar voice.

“Tim! We’re back!”

Fey leaned out of Alex’s empty eye socked and cheerfully waved. Tim’s eyes also bulged, although for different reasons, as he struggled to keep up to speed with all of these new revelations.

“Fey! You’re…why are you inside my girlfriend’s skull! Get out of there, there’s important stuff in there!”

“Not anymore!” giggled Fey. “Except for me, of course. Oh, and someone else! Say hi, Bolt!”

“Uh, Fey?” said Alex, trying to look at Fey with her remaining eye. “Please tell me when you’re going to do that, this is still a bit weird to me. And tell Bolt to come out of my ear at least-“

Alex’s right eye now also bulged grotesquely before popping out, rolling in the opposite direction of her left eye and coming to a stop somewhere under the bed. Peering out of the newly-vacated socket was a small fairy with very long, dark hair. Tim had only seen her in the flesh once before, but he knew exactly who he was dealing with.

“You! You’re the psycho who took over Alex’s brain! What’s she doing here?!?”

“Community service.” Deadpanned Bolt, who looked about as happy to be here as Tim was to see her. “Look, I’m sorry about before, really.”

“You don’t look it. And why are you in Alex’s head!” retorted Tim. Alex stood muttering to herself as Fey explained the situation to Tim, her vision now restricted to what was under Tim’s bed and desk. She was thankful that she could still see, at least, although she really would have to speak to Fey about casually removing her eyeballs like that. They were delicate little things, after all.

“So…you need to be in there, or Alex will…die?” asked Tim.

“Well, as long as I’m within about 50 yards or so. Being in here is just where I’d hide if she were out and about, so to speak.”

“What, inside her skull?”

“Do people normally see inside there?”

“Fair enough. Come on out then.”

“…I’m happy in here.” Said Bolt. Gasping in outrage, Fey shook her head and flew out of Alex’s head so that she was facing the Retreiver.

“Now now, come on, Bolt, that’s not what we agreed to! I told you, you’ll love it.”

Bolt looked like she had a few more words of protest, but Fey grabbed her hands and pulled the sulking magician out of Alex’s head. Sighing, she turned to face her one-time nemesis.

“Ok, human! I’m no stranger to the carnal arts. All of the boys love to kiss me! I hugged one just a few weeks ago, as a matter of fact! I just hope you don’t bore me is all!

“Um…ok.” Said Tim, who felt a little weird about having sex with someone who almost killed his girlfriend. Not to mention that he was already suffering from nearly 24 hours without sleeping. “Uh, Fey, I don’t really think we have to do anything-“

“Oh, bo-RING, Tim!” said Fey, frowning up at him. “Where’s the Tim I met that first night? The one who took me in his big, powerful hands and had his way with me! Oh, so romantic!”

“It’s just, when you say it like that it sounds a bit ra-“

“Stop over-thinking it, and get in the mood for some fairy fucking!”

Fey reached down between her legs with one hand and grabbed one of her loose lips, stretching it up towards her stomach and showing off her gape. Bolt looked at it wide-eyed.

“H-He did that to you?!” she said, shocked.

“Mm-hmm! And it feels soooo gooood…” moaned Fey, wiggling her hips at her human.

“It does…” said Tim, “But, you know, I’ve had a rough day and I’m actually super tired-“

“Tim, stop being such a pussy and fuck the fairy already.” Said Alex, crossing her arms. “I’ve been possessed, disembowelled and had my head emptied out like a pumpkin and you don’t see me whining. Get to it.”

“I know, I know, it’s just, this is all a lot to take in and-“

“Even I’m getting impatient!” cried Bolt, “And I’m the one who’s about to get my…my-“

“Cunt ruined?” pipped in Fey.

“Holes destroyed?” suggested Alex.

“…yes, what they said! Your dillydallying is just making it worse! Fornicate with me!”

“Yeah, go on, fuck the fairy Tim!” agreed the other girls.

“But-“

“Fuck the fairy!” they shouted, louder. “Fuck the fairy!”

"I just"

There was a knocking sound from the ceiling above, followed by an irate voice.

"Will you kids shut the hell up, I'm sleeping here! Fuck the fairy already!"

“Ok, ok, I'll fuck the fairy! Just, can everyone please stop shouting that!"

Everyone cheered as Tim took his pants off, freeing his erect member from its confines. He walked over to the girls, who had all congregated together. He looked into where Alex’s eyes should have been. It was like staring into a black void, making her seem altogether inhuman-demonic, even. He was still pretty unnerved about all of this, but democracy had spoken, and who was he to argue against democracy?

Bolt sized his member and bit her lip. In a literal flash, the skant clothes that she had been wearing dissipated into the ether, leaving her as nude as everyone else. Her usual confidence seemed to be missing, but she acted game.

“Very well then. Let’s get right to it.”

Tim guided her to the tip of his cock, holding her just above himself. He gently rubbed his head against her slit, and she reacted instantly, moaning and gasping, face contorting with feeling.

“Oh, what’s he doing? Has he started yet?” asked Alex. “I can’t tell.”

“No, he’s just teasing her.” said Fey. “And your eyes are down there, hurry up and get them already or you’ll miss the show!”

“Fuck, you’re right! Be right back, keep me updated!”

As Alex ducked down to retrieve her AWOL eyeballs, Tim started to tease himself inside Bolt. She was unbearably tight, even more than Fey had been the first time they had fucked, which seemed a lifetime ago now. Progress was slow, and Tim wasn’t really in the mood for foreplay-he was tired enough as it was.

“Ok, I’m going to go a bit harder now-“ he started.

“Oh, come on Tim, where’s the passion? Here, let me help”

Fey flew over to them, and started to press down on Bolt’s shoulders, using her wings for added force. The magician yelped in surprise and started trying to push Alex away, but she could feel the human’s cock starting to make headway into her tight passageway. A large bulge started to appear in her midsection, and soon Bolt was making noises she was pretty sure she had never made before, at a volume she was sure she had never reached before. It felt like she was being torn in two, but in a good way. Illogical, unprecedented, untested, but so very very good.

“Ahh…So this is why you wanted to stay…I see now!” she cried. “It’s because of human sex! Ahhh!”

“This has been really good for my self-esteem, you know?” said Tim, smiling now, enjoying himself at last.

“Hey, am I missing much?!” said Alex, from underneath the desk. “I just knocked one of my eyes into a sock or something, Tim your room is a pig sty! Urgh!”

“Uh, nothing much yet Alex!” said Fey, as she watched Tim start to move in and out of Bolt with new-found vigour. “He’s just warming up I think!”

Tim continued to “warm up” for a while, forcing more and more of himself inside the tiny fairy, feeling her warm flesh squeeze his dick like a vice. The bulge of his cock now went up to just beneath her sternum, and Bolt had wrapped her arms around it, as if trying to draw it in deeper to her depths. Suddenly, he pulled himself out and lifted her up, inspecting his work. The previously air-tight fairy was now gaping open obscenely, with juices dripping down her thighs. She lay limp in his hand, breathing hard.

“Hey, why did you stop?” asked Fey, who has been openly masturbating in mid air, working her own enlarged hole with her fist. “You were getting into it there!”

Tim grinned devilishly. “If it looks like I’m taking a step back, my little friend, its only because I want to get a running start!”

And with that he plunged into Bolt, hilting himself in her wrecked pussy. She started to scream, but her voice died before it made a sound as something rose from her core all the way up into her throat. There was a tiny popping sound as Bolt’s jaw dislocated. Something round and pink emerged from her open mouth as Tim grunted with exertion. Fey flew over and laughed.

“Oh my god, that’s her womb! Tim, you animal you, you’ve fucked her womb up own throat!” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

“He what?!” shrieked the muffled voice of Alex. “Just wait a moment, I’ve almost got my other eye! I think they need a wash though, everything’s all blurry now! Oh, damnit, this sucks!”

Bolt’s watering eyes were fixed firmly on the pink organ that was now protruding out of her mouth, which had apparently punched all of her other organs out of the way as it had ascended up her throat. Her ovaries dangled out the side, flapping helplessly against the taut surface of her uterus. The shape of Tim’s cockhead was clearly visible, stretching her innermost organ out permanently. Fey then started to kiss Tim’s cockhead through Bolt’s womb, slurping her tongue along the surface, pausing occasionally to plant tiny kisses. She tried to move her tongue around it, but it was trapped in place beneath the weight of the human dick impaling her so thoroughly.

Tim started to move his hips again, but Fey soon stopped him, looking inspired. Still airborne, she pulled her legs apart and up and hovered above Tim and Bolt. Getting the idea, Tim grabbed her with one hand and guided the union of flesh that was Bolt and his dick toward Fey’s massively gaping pussy. Bolt’s eyes widened as she seen what was coming, and she tried to shake her head, but moving her neck was impossible with so much rock-hard cock stuffed into it, making it stiff as a board.

Bolt was quickly engulfed up to her shoulders in Fey’s pussy. Her arms offered some resistance, sticking out and halting her progress, before they too slipped under. Bolt disappeared from view, inch by inch, until only her legs were sticking out of Fey’s twat. Her outline was still visible underneath Fey’s belly, moving and twitching faintly as she was used like a living condom by someone she once considered her enemy, on the fairy she once swore to save, no less. It was humiliation like she had never even dreamed of.

When Tim finally came, he watched as Fey rapidly bloated like a balloon, thrashing with pleasure as the form inside of her pressed against her skin, desperate to escape. At that moment, Alex finally re-emerged, blinking with red eyes.

“Ok, let’s get this party star-oh, are you kidding me?”

“Oh…sorry, Alex” panted Tim, who now felt extremely tired. “Talk later…Imma take a nap now, K?”

“But, I didn’t even-“

But it was too late. Tim collapsed backwards onto his bed, blacking out before he had even hit the mat.

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So, this was going to be the last chapter, but decided to do a separate, proper epilogue chapter now that the main "drama" of the story has been resolved. Thanks for reading!

Guess I'll talk about future projects now! I have lots of little ideas for short stories but nothing long term-I think I need a break from "big" stories for a little while. Here's some quick ideas, briefly sketched:

-Potion Making at Hogwarts. As seen in the 100 word story thread. Witches at Hogwarts discover secret potion recipes that require them to sacrifice body parts-no take backs. Leading to Hermione to show up to Transfiguration the next day with no legs. Or Ginny to get a size-zero waistline, or Luna to become a proper airhead...

-Mannequin Challenge. Girl attempts the hottest new fad, but with a twist-can she maintain her composure while her friend slices her up on camera?

-All Fun and Games. Four hot best friends alone together in a house for a birthday part? Awesome! Accidentally unleashing a malevolent, all-powerful genie because you used an old magic lamp to play Spin the Bottle? Not awesome. Especially when said genie learns its a birthday party, and insists on playing a few great party games like spin the bottle, twister, Strip Poker, Pin the Tail, limbo...

The Truth: Similar to Bertys Watch, perhaps even in the same universe? Certainly a spiritual sequel because I love these kinds of stories. Lead Character (maybe a woman this time for varierty's sake) earns the power to make whatever she says an objective, indisputable truth, and duly uses this power to be a big perv.

The Tooth Fairy: Woman needs money, finds out that the tooth fairy is real. Quickly runs out of teeth, so decides to gradually remove as many bones as she can while still being able to function, replacing them with whatever solids she can find, hoping that nobody notices that she no longer has any bones in her limbs, or her head.

Just a sample. Ideas come and go. Open to suggestions as always.

That was great. I really didn't expected it finish this way between Tim and Bolt. This chapter make a great conclusion for your story. I think no one can tell that it was underwhelming. In this one I feel that you have done a excellent job with your charaters!

Personally I would really love to see an other project in the vein of Berty's watch. Maybe it could take the form of some small stories?

This tooth faery thing, that could be the occasion of a remake of the scene of Tina TSA troubles... But this time the officer would probably be very very surprised.

I remember I imagined something with a genie too... Our genie is a bit special. He/She doesn't want to people to use his power to harm other people. So if you make a wish that is directly armful to someone, the genie will latter go grant him three wishes so that the person can try to fix it's situation. The genie always explain this before granting wish but you cannot ask him if someone have used his power to cause you some prejudice even if you wish for it nor you can make any wish like “do this about this wish that have affected me” or “do that to a person that have wished me this and that”. To avoid the collapsing of his system the genie also doesn't grant wish that directly harm a large number of persons.

This system was working fine for the genie until the point where he fall in the hand of a girl with very specific notion of fun. This girl decided to use those three wish to put some of her acquittance in very perverted situation… and let them a trail of hint that lead to her. Hopefully they would try to take their revenge on her with interest, using the genie powers. And then it would be her turn again. And so the genie and those three people end up dragged by this perverted woman in a lewd war game.

Another nice chapter. Of course, now that Tim is asleep the three girls will have to amuse themselves. Some quick ideas:
- Before Alex pulls Bolt off Tim's dick, she rolls her down like a condom, turning her completely inside out
- Fey and Bolt (once restored to normal again) stretch out and worm their way into Alex's nipples
- Though I don't have anything particular in mind yet, there has to be some way of having fun with Alex's empty head.

Of the five ideas for your next story, "Potion making at Hogwarts" and "The Tooth Fairy" appeal to me the most, but I'm looking forward to whichever one you end up going with.

Loved the ending. As for your ideas, I'd definitely want to see something in the same vein as Nerty's watch. I alsp wouldn't mind seeing that Tooth Fairy idea used. I also vote for anything involvinh nipple play like JIP suggested.

Maybe something you could do with Alex's now emptied skull is have Bolt pull Alex's consciousness out and place it in Fey or somethonh else small so that she can explore her own body.

>>8221
This comment was mine. I also vote for anything involving a genie.

Excellent. The Tooth Fairy sounds interesting.

Chalk up another vote for the tooth fairy idea

The cool thing is, with Bolt's magic being much stronger, she can likely revert to her incredibly tight self with ease, unlike Fey who prefers to be permanently gaping and loose.

There's some advantages to really tight fairy holes.

The even cooler thing that has hardly been exploited yet is what they can do with Alex. It's fairy magic that keeps her together, so with Bolts help and a few excited clappings for a power boost, she should be as good as new.

I'd vote for some 3d puzzle games.

Thanks for the comments! Seeing a lot of votes for the Tooth Fairy idea, which is probably the most far out idea on the list. Hardest to write to I'd say, unless I just go full "It's a guro story, I ain't explaining shit" mode to write off why someone would remove their bones for money, or how they would do it, and so on. But I'm game!

Appreciate the suggestions for a new chapter in this but it's mostly just going to be a wrap-up, so I can move on to other stuff. Although I do like the idea of turning Bolt inside out, even if I can't really picture how that would work :p

> Hardest to write to I'd say, unless I just go full "It's a guro story, I ain't explaining shit" mode to write off why someone would remove their bones for money

Crippling agoraphobia could explain why she wouldn't try one of the more obvious ways of getting money. Having to pay rent would work well with this, since obviously she wants to avoid getting tossed out on the street.

Alternatively, embarrassment works. She could for example have been putting off laundry day for a while, to the point where she just stuffs all of her clothes into the washing machine at once, going naked for the duration. Then the washing machine catches fire, leaving her without anything to wear.

> or how they would do it, and so on.

Admittedly, this is a tough one. The two most obvious paths would be to either make her a medical practitioner so she can avoid the major arteries while using the kitchen knife on herself or embracing the fact that the tooth fairy actually exists in this universe and having the girl pretend to sleep to catch the tooth fairy in the act of collecting her teeth the second night, at which point the tooth fairy teaches her some non-lethal method of extracting bone.

> Appreciate the suggestions for a new chapter in this but it's mostly just going to be a wrap-up

Yeah, figured as much, but I couldn't help myself :)

> Although I do like the idea of turning Bolt inside out, even if I can't really picture how that would work :p

I know, it's a tricky one. I've had the idea for a while, and since this is one of very few universes where it's even remotely feasible and you'd already made a good start by stretching her uterus out of her mouth I thought I'd just toss it out there. Basically, it would involve Alex grabbing Bolt's lips and stretching her mouth even wider before pulling it down, over her shoulders and past her hips. The skin would have to tear free from the bones and organs, leaving her rib cage surrounding the womb-condom (put that sentence in the category "things nobody on planet earth has ever said before"). If Alex now pulls Bolt off Tim's dick by the tip of her uterus, her limbs will be on the inside, her organs on the outside draped around her uterus and her inside-out mouth forms the entrance to the condom-like contraption.

> Hardest to write to I'd say, unless I just go full "It's a guro story, I ain't explaining shit" mode to write off why someone would remove their bones for money

If you need some ideas on how to write it, you could, as JIP said, have her be in financial trouble due to losing her job and need money fast to pay rent. You could start it out as having the character(let's say Amanda) lose a tooth somehow. It could then end up under her pillow somehow and in the morning Amanda could find five or so dollars. Being shocked, she could go find one or two other teeth that she'd lost in earlier years and place them under her pillow for the following night. After waking up the next day and finding ten or so dollars, she could get an idea to capture the Tooth Fairy in order to ask her for help. This is where she could start forcibly removing parts of her body. She could take several painkillers and, after much struggling, remove a single tooth. That night Amanda could place the extracted tooth under her pillow and patiently wait for the Tooth Fairy to appear. Eventually the Tooth Fairy could appear and Amanda could quickly capture her in her hand as she could be abut the same size as Fey is in this story. After finding out that the Tooth Fairy can't give her more money, she could angrily ask "Why not?". This could get the Tooth Fairy to explain that she and her entire race live off the solid calcium they extract from the teeth and that hey exchange money for the teeth they find under pillows. Amanda could then ask if calcium could be extracted from other sources(I'll give you three guesses what this other source could be). This could eventually lead to the Tooth Fairy blessing Amanda with extreme regeneration(except for bones, of course), along with allowing her to easily live through any injury, no matter the severity.

The next day, Amanda could start by removing the rest of her teeth, figuring she could just use dentures as a replacement. Doing this, she could note the absence of any real pain. That night, she could put the assembled teeth under her pillow and get over two hundred dollars for them all the next day. Slightly downhearted at the 'small' amount she got for them all(at least when compared to how much she needs), but emboldened by her success, decide to kick it up a notch by carefully removing the bones in her toes. The following day she could be shocked at seeing she got roughly the same as she had for all her teeth due to them being slightly bigger, but lesser in number. Getting desperate, she could decide that she could lose a few ribs and remove the two bottom pairs of ribs from her chest. The next day, Amanda could realize that she got significantly more for her ribs than what she had thus far gotten. Despite this, she could see that she would need to start making some sacrifices if she wanted to reach the required amount of money. Deciding she could live with being paralyzed from the waist down, she could remove her pelvis and everything below it, figuring she could explain it away as being caused by a degenerating bone disease.

At this point, you could start mixing in some kinky fun due to her regeneration and lack of a pelvis. Also, I've left out any real storytelling, so you could fit that in by yourself, maybe show how Amanda copes with missing some of her bones. Secondly, you could have Amanda's best friend show up at some point and join in on the fun. Lastly, when it gets to the point where all Amanda has left is her skull, the Tooth Fairy could be disappointed that Amanda has nothing left to give her, but brightening up, could say that Amanda has one bone left. This could confuse Amanda, but when the Tooth Fairy(you could also give her a name; I'll call her Lilly) flies into her ear and into her brain, Amanda could protest, but without any bones to stop her, Lilly could remove Amanda's skull, causing her face to deflate. Amanda's friend could say that it was probably for the best if she wanted to stick to her bone-degeneration disease story. From here you could move entirely to kinky guro without having to focus so much on story progression. You could even have Lilly come in too, kind of like what you did in this story.

Hopefully this gives you a few ideas for a Tooth Fairy story. =)

I was/am a big fan of Berty's Watch, so personally I'd like to see what you do with The Truth. I can't wait to read whatever you come up with, no matter what you decide.

>>Hardest to write to I'd say, unless I just go full "It's a guro story, I ain't explaining shit"

I don't know why but I find those kind of story really appealing. Extrem holliday sluts work exactly like this and is one of my favorite. I feel really good to just go against any kind of common sens sometime.

I think this tooth fary idea could be more intresting if instead of selling only her own bones, the protagonist would somhow steal other people bones and replace them by whatever she can find at the moment in hope they didn't notice.

I WANNA DE SUCC PLS

Is there a way to read your old stories again?
They seem to be gone from the site.

He has a page on Hentai Foundry

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin

I hopped for an update. Such deception.

Ok, might as well have a chat.

Not felt like writing in a while. Obviously.

I've never liked the term "Writer's Block", and I'm fighting against using it here. It's more like "Second Album Syndrome". I wrote a bunch of stories in 2015 because I'd had them in my head for years and years, all of my little personal fantasies. It was easy. They all came out in one big splurge. But then what? You feel like you have to write more. You start straining. Thinking of fancy concepts. My Overwatch story was a struggle because now, instead of inventing a story to fit the guro, I was doing it the other way around. What was once easy and fun was now a chore. It wasn't fun anymore.

The good news is that I'm still a big old pervert, and sooner or later I'll think of something. I've been weaning myself back onto writing. Short little posts on /mlp/, only some of them guro, just for fun. I wrote a thousand or so words a few days ago on a story that I then deleted because I wasn't happy with it. It was about a doctor with extremely dubious, guro-based cures for common maladies. I might go back to it if I get the details right. Or I might just indulge myself and write another Berty's watch style "man walks around and does a guro on woman" story. It feels like cheating but it would get me writing again, maybe.

Apologies to those who were waiting patiently assuming I was going to update any day now.

Oh, and I dunno if this will get an epilogue after all. Kinda "over" this story now. I wrapped up the story at least, this time!!!

>>9036
Thanks!

>>9042
That's good to hear.
Your stories were always a good read and didn't get in the way of the action. But as another anon mentionned, if you are having a block, you could simply write shorter ones thats dont revolve around a plot.

I'm happy to have new about you and read that you keep writing.
Even if you write story with very simple scenario, I would be interested to read them. Some authors manage to get quite good results by just writing what is in their mind at the moment they are typing probably not unlike a musician would do improvisation. From what you are saying, maybe you could start with some fetishes you like, then write a scene were some character are involved in some of those fetish gratuitously or for unfathomable reasons. Then either you leave it this way and call it a short story, or if you are really exited about it, you expand the original text, so that we get at least a vague idea about how the characters of the first scene ended up in this situation but also to prepare the ground for the next sex scene. My personal preference for this plan would also to have the sex scenes going further and further in their fetish. Except for the first one, as it's this one that will give you most of the motivation to keep writing and for the reader to keep reading, it may be ok to have this scene a bit more intense than the one(s) that come imediately after .

>>9044

While it is of course sad to hear you won't be writing anything in the near future, I completely understand your reasoning. Writing when you're not in the mood just results in sub-par stories, and in the end quality always trumps quantity. So please take as long a break as you need to get those batteries recharged so that we can look forward to more great content in the non-fatal genre in the future.

Speaking of which: since Poguemahone's break means there will be a good deal less content in this little subgenre I'd like to take this time to urge anyone who likes stories like this to try taking up the pen themselves. I'm sure there are plenty of fun and interesting ideas out there just waiting to be explored, so go and give it a try; this hobby is a rare one, so more writes are always welcome.

Thanks for understanding, everyone. I'm hopeful of being back sooner rather than later; already ideas are forming, Whether or not they survive first contact with the page remains to be seen.

While you're here JIP: Any news on an update, or are you in the same boat? :p

>>9074

Good to hear. As for me, I'm fairly actively working on the next chapter of The Interview at the moment. Currently at 12 pages and counting.

Looking forward to it. =)

Looking forward to it. =)

Me too!
While browsing on e-hentai, found an other intresting idea not unalike the one of Berty's watch: a product that temporary kill a persone. The one that take it is dead but only for a limited amount of time, and once this time is over ther persone will come back to live no matter what happened to his/her body while he/she was dead.
See it here : https://e-hentai.org/g/973540/16b7ae3ece/

>>9109

I've seen it before and it's a wonderful comic

>>9075

Ooft, great to hear, can't wait. I am tumescent with anticipation.

Bump !

Haha got you! I'm sure you where quivering with anticipation for an new chapter.

Jock aside, no news from new since one month Poguemahone. How do you do?
Have you any fun stuff you work on? Or just amazing new ideas you want to share?
If you just tell me that you are alive and reasonably healthy, I would already be plenty happy.

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