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A handsome young merchant was riding home after a successful day at the market. The birds were trilling gaily in the trees, the sun was shining, and the handsome young merchant had a big bag of golden guineas hanging from his belt. He was singing a happy song!
A slight movement in the undergrowth at the side of the lane caught his attention. At first he thought it might be a rabbit caught in a snare, so he was off his horse in a flash. A full bag of guineas was excellent, but the guineas plus a nice, fresh rabbit for tonight's stew would be even better!
He approached slowly, parting the strands of grass gingerly. It had occurred to him that the struggling creature might be a fox or a ferret, and he didn't want his fingers bitten off. But no, it wasn't a fox.. Neither was it a rabbit. As he moved aside the last strands of undergrowth, he came face to face with a trapped fairy! Such a beautiful fairy it was, with slightly crumpled gossamer wings, and all of fourteen inches tall.
In her struggles to release herself she had torn her dress. Her exquisite breasts stood pert and free, and her minuscule, red nipples rose and fell as she panted from her exertions. She was indeed a lovely little fairy. Desirable, too, for despite himself the handsome young merchant found his manhood was struggling to rise in the tight confines of his hose.
"Well, well, what have we here?" he asked softly, a smile on his face. "How long have you been languishing in this gruesome trap?" The fairy said nothing. She continued to struggle, only succeeding in tightening the snare even more cruelly around her body.
All the merchant's thoughts of a rabbit stew were gone. Now, he felt only compassion - and yes, a surge of irrational lust - for the pretty captive.
"Hold still, little one," he said, "and let me free you. You're too beautiful to end your life in the jaws of a passing fox."
The fairy stopped her struggling, though her breasts continued to heave. She looked intently into the eyes of the handsome young merchant as he knelt close and gently teased the snare open.
Soon the fairy was free. She half-flew, half-leaped, to retrieve her magic wand, which she had dropped when she strayed into the trap. Unable to reach it, she had been deprived of the magic powers that would have helped her release herself from the snare. Now it was once again in her grip, she began at last to feel a little more confident of her situation.
The handsome young merchant just stood and watched. He was actually a little afraid, for legend had it that fairies could be vicious creatures when angered.
She made no effort to hide her breasts. Indeed, she stood with her hands on her hips and encouraged them to stand pert and aggressive. She was a proud little fairy. For several long seconds neither of them moved or spoke.
Looking closely, the young man observed that the fairy's legs were clad in black, fishnet stockings. He caught a glimpse of a minuscule, red suspender belt through a tear in her dress, but could see no panties. He had already seen that she wore no bra.
It was the fairy who broke the silence.
"Sire, she said reluctantly, "I am in your debt. Convention has it that I should grant you a wish, in payment for your generous help in freeing me. Think carefully, for you have only the one wish. And.." she added, lowering her pretty, tiny head, "please don't be too demanding! This is only a two-gigabyte magic wand - it can't carry all the sophisticated new spells and updates that Microelf keeps publishing!" She pressed a little button on the magic wand. It beeped, and a tiny green light began to glow near its tip.
The handsome young merchant hadn't the faintest idea what the fairy was talking about, except that she had mentioned a wish. Okay, a limited wish because the magic wand was crap. He thought, hard. He didn't need money - he was rich. He was handsome, he was young. He had a penis that measured nine inches when fully aroused, and there were no end of pretty women falling over themselves to become impaled on his member. What else could he want?
He knew exactly what he wanted.
He had never fucked a fairy!
"Beautiful little lady," he replied, "I lack nothing. I would be pleased just to see you fly away home, with a sweet wave of your pretty hand, and be left with the knowledge that I have done a good deed this fine and fortunate day."
The little fairy perked up. Perhaps she might get away without depleting the scant reserves of magic in her wand.
"Except..." The fairy wilted a little.
"Except what, Sire?" she responded.
"Except that I find you absolutely beautiful, extremely desirable! Can your magic wand make you grow to a size that would permit us to make love, here and now? And would you yourself be willing to accept my amorous advances?"
The fairy looked hard at the handsome young merchant. Yes, she thought, if we were of a similar size we could probably have the sort of fun that would make the love affair between Oberon and Titania pale into insignificance!
"Show me your manhood!" she ordered.
The handsome young merchant was astonished. No woman of his acquaintance had ever asked to see the goods before offering herself! But this was a rather unusual situation, so he unbelted and lowered his hose to reveal an extremely erect, moist-tipped cock.
The fairy looked at it critically, trying to imagine it in scale to her own orifices. It was a most attractive member, she thought. It took all her self-control to refrain from leaping on it and sucking it dry, despite its enormous size. She imagined it transformed so that its proportions were in harmony with her own. She seriously wanted that prick. Even more she wanted the semen that would burst forth from it! A fairy impregnated by a human would always give birth to something special when the time came.
Yes, her wand could do the necessary. Just about. But she had never upgraded her tatty old wand from the '95 version of Microelf Magic, and the resizing program was notoriously unreliable. She'd never dared apply it to herself. But there was another option.