This is dedicated to writers, fairies and trolls alike. You, the reader, know where you fall.
As I stand over him watching him sleep. His podgy stomach rising and falling, the buttons on his shirt straining against the chest below. Stubble prickled his face, moisture dribbled from his puffy lips as a snore escaped them. Disgusting, I thought to myself as I looked over him, as expected though, not an ounce of creativity in his vast expanse, a completely desolate, empty, hollow man. I should feel pity but the anger fills me still.
I reach into my pouch, a small bag placed across my body, the only article on my naked form; gently I bring out my hand, the small glowing particles casting light and shadows across the filthy room. Gently I blow across my palm and into his face, as I do he stirs and my feet lift off the ground slightly, I never did get the hang of remaining earth bound while casting spells. As my feet touch back down onto the carpet I am glad I can not feel beneath me, he opens his eyes.
The troll sees what he wants to see, I become his perfect woman. He does not see the softly glowing nymph that I am. Feeling his desire I mould myself in her image. I have long hair, blond, straight, perfect. I beautiful size 10 figure with unreasonably large breasts and hips, I look like a Barbie doll. My eyes large and blue, my lips a bright pink colour, and totally hairless. He doesn't speak, just looks and it is now I am able to do my work.
I kneel before him and gently start to undress him, as I do he hurriedly joins me and starts to tug and pull at his own clothes, stripping naked as fast as his fat fingers would allow him too. His naked form, pale and bulging was even worse than his clothed form, a smell emanated from him like nothing I had smelt before. Something rotted inside him; he wasn't evil, just barren, devoid of emotion and the smell that produced was incredible. As a fairy we sense things differently to you humans. We smell and see the inner person, not the outer shell that is projected for the human world to see, looking at his clothes now discarded on the floor; they don't look half as big as him, and look more stylish than they had stretched around his mammoth body. It is rare for a human to look the same inside as out, but rare for the difference to be this, well, huge!
Back to the job in hand I blow a little more fairy dust across his now straining penis, an important step that must be taken or this will be completely in vain. He watches my every move, and his eyes bulge as my hand complete with huge, unruly red finger nails circle his cock and begin to rub.
Up and down the shaft they go, slowly and rhythmically his small stubby cock stiffening further. It felt putrid in my hands but I must do this for the greater good. I bent my head forward and took the tip in my mouth, trying not to breath in his scent I began to suck. Looking around me I can see his tubby fingers gripping at the sofa. I lift my head and gaze at him, my blue eyes peeking, like a slut, from below my heavily made up lashes.
