Catching A Fairy 1

I've been suffering a bit from writer's block while working on my third Garokh story, so I decided to write something else as a palette cleanser. While my orc barbarian is a good person at heart, the same cannot be said for this story's MC Simon. The story contains elements of noncon, mind control, betrayal and bimbofication and inflation, so if that's not your thing, it might be better to skip it. If this disclaimer does not stop you, I am, as always, thankful for criticism and commentaries.

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An unkind person might have said that Simon was staring like the naive country bumpkin fresh out of the academy that he was, as he took in the first sights of Dragonfort. It wasn't a big city by any means. With its scarcely 3.000 inhabitants, it would hardly be called a town in the Old Empire. But here, on the Borderlands, it was the biggest civilized settlement within weeks of travel.

It had a certain rugged charm that endeared it to Simon. Its people lived only days away from the wilds and any moment, a mob of monsters might descend on the city, forcing everyone to take up arms and defend it, no matter their rank or station. That knowledge somewhat loosened the chains of social hierarchy that bound the citizens so tightly even a month's ride south of here. From his vantage point under the great arch of the city gate, he could see humans mingle with demihumans, merchants with craftsmen and lowborn laborers with nobles in a way that would be considered scandalous elsewhere.

What's more, the city had everything that Simon could have wanted from his first posting in the Adventurers' Guild. From where he stood, he could see the thane's castle towering above the rest of the city, protected and separated from the rest of Dragonfort by its own inner wall and moat. The only structure approaching it in height was the cathedral of the Holy Fire, where the local matriarch resided. From what he had read before he arrived, the castle had been erected first, built by the late lord Zertimon Abraxas I., an adventurer who had first tamed these lands about a hundred and fifty years ago. Simon had the sneaking suspicion that this had not been the guy's original name, but there was nothing in the archives to prove it. Be that as it may, the town had slowly grown around it, first as a marketplace for the surrounding farms and villages, then as a permanent structure. The market had brought wealth, and, as always, wealth had brought the Church and the Guild. Finally, the Guild had brought all the hangers on that usually came with it: a general store, a weaponsmith, a tavern and a magic shop. All in all, everything that an enterprising journeyman wizard could want if he wanted to make a name for himself.

Simon was shaken from his reverie when a tiny hand slapped him on the head with enough force to actually sting.

"Hey there, doofus. You are staring! I know you are a clueless rookie, but could you at least try not to look like a tourist? You are embarrassing us both!" His tiny companion admonished him, though her good natured tone contradicted her stern words.

Kiki, as the small woman was called, was currently riding on his shoulder and enjoying the afternoon sun. The fairy, for that was what she was, was about as tall as his forearm was long. Her blonde hair was cut short, only reaching to her neck in most places, a bit longer in others. His small companion had tried to cut it herself, using a tiny and rather dull knife. Whatever her talents were, being a hairdresser was not among them, though he had been smart enough not to say so. Her only "clothing" were two pieces of green cloth that she had found and wrapped around her bust and hips. While one of them made a passable approximation of a dress that ended slightly above her knees, the other one could barely be called a bandeau, revealing much of her generous (for her size) breasts. The rest of her was completely unclothed, revealing a nicely toned, tanned figure.

The two companions had met about two months ago, after Simon had left the academy and joined the Adventurers' Guild. He had just started the journey to Dragonfort, braving the Duskwood in the hope of shearing off a few days of the long voyage. Kiki had been caught in the web of a giant spider - a deadly opponent for a fairy, but in no way a match for a wizard, even one as green behind the ears as Simon. After he had dispatched the creature, the tiny fae had taken a liking to him and they had traveled together ever since.

"What was that?" Simon mused while rubbing his temple. "I think I got stung by gnat."

"Ha, ha. You are so incredibly funny," his small companion fumed. She really didn't appreciate jokes about her size. "If they have no free positions at the Guild, perhaps you could branch out and become a stage magician? Or even better: Get a job at one of those massage parlors. Last I heard, tall, scrawny guys are all the rage at the moment."

They continued in that vein, trading jabs while making their way towards the nearest guard. Simon didn't have any problems navigating the crowd, for while he was not scrawny, he was, in fact, very tall for a human, towering a head above most other people. This combined with his unruly shock of dark brown hair made him stand out among the citizens of Dragonfort, whose hair was mostly black or red.

With his looks, he could have been quite popular among the female half of the student body at the academy, if he had known how to make use of them. His shoulders were broad and while he did not have the corded muscles of a warrior or war priest, he liked to stay in shape. Unfortunately, when it came to interpreting the clues of the fairer sex, he was as illiterate as any northern barbarian.

When they finally reached the armored warrior, the man looked the pair up and down, sighing deeply and pointing down one of the roads branching off the plaza.

"Another pair of new adventurers. Of fucking course." His voice oozed a mixture of tiredness and scorn that told the two companions that this scene had played itself out more times than the guard could count. "Before you ask, the Guild is that way, right next to the Angry Dragon - that's the tavern, if you couldn't guess. Don't kill, don't steal, don't summon extraplanar entities within city limits without a permit. Sacrifice of sentient beings to inhabitants of the Aether is punishable by burning at the stake. If you have any other questions, please contact a clerk at city hall. It's open from dusk till dawn. If you belong to a nocturnal species...tough luck."

Inspecting Simon's wizard robes the guard added after a moment. "Oh, and before I forget: You may not put more than one pound of magically created silver or an amount equal to its worth into circulation per month. If you exceed that, you'll lose a hand. If you run out of hands...well, nobody's been that stupid. Yet."

Simon blinked a few times. "That...seems like an oddly specific regulation."

The guard shrugged. "Inflation's a bitch. And you guys always believe you're the first one who thought of summoning money to get rich."

Having said his piece, the guard obviously dismissed Simon from his mind, turning away and ignoring any further questions from the young wizard.

"They do not seem to have a very high opinion of adventurers around here, do they?" Kiki remarked. "Well, do not let that deter you! This town has surely been waiting breathlessly for a spellworker who knows all of two spells and is freshly out of his diapers," she continued sweetly.

Simon actually struggled a bit to keep up his good mood after such a reception. The fact that Kiki was not completely wrong did not help.

"I'll have you know that I am actually able to cast

three

spells," he retorted, working hard to keep the annoyance out of his voice. She did not have to know that, while he had mastered

acid arrow

and

sleep,

he still struggled with

charm person

. He actually knew even more spells, but only if you counted cantrips, and how did that?

"Oh, I am sorry, mighty archwizard. Please forgive this ignorant fairy for ever doubting your eldritch knowledge," Kiki chuckled.

"You did not laugh at my 'eldritch knowledge' when I killed that spider," Simon fumed, his annoyance now plain in his voice.

"Oh come on Simon," the fairy put her hands around his neck, at least as far as she was able to, and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "You know I love you, you big doofus. I am sure they'll be happy to have a new wizard and you'll be swimming in gold and pussy in no time."

At the mention of pussy, Simon's mood markedly improved and he again strode forward with purpose. He had promised himself that he would make a completely fresh start here on the frontier. The days of the timid student who dreamed of rough sex with his classmates were gone! He would be the dominant badass you always read about in stories about mercenaries, adventurers and other free spirits.

His good mood lasted exactly as long as it took him to find the local Guild chapter. On the outside, it did not differ that much from any other Guild headquarter in a town of this size. It was a two storied half-timbered building, the Guild's coat of arms presented proudly on a wooden sign hanging above a sturdy door that was sized so even half-giants and similar species were able to enter comfortably. It looked well kept, the white paint on its walls had been renewed recently and it was decorated with frescoes showing adventurers fighting off various beasties.

That positive impression was not only crushed once Simon entered the building, it was pounded into a fine powder which was then carried away on the wind, howling in despair. The first thing Simon noticed was the smell. It was a peculiar mixture of unwashed bodies, stale ale, vomit and something rotten that he couldn't quite place. The condition of the room matched its odor. Immediately adjacent to the door was a small area demarcated by a worn, stained carpet that separated the receptionist's desk on one side from the common room on the other. The carpet itself ended directly below the quest board that only contained a few yellowed pieces of parchment.

The paint on the walls was peeling off, stained by something that Simon hoped was only blood and there were...sounds coming from the common room that made the young wizard avoid even looking in that direction.

"Fuck. Me." Kiki whispered. "I knew this town was at the ass end of nowhere, but this is...I don't even know how to describe what this is. Are you sure we're not better off trying our luck in a goblin den?"

Simon swallowed hard. On the one hand, he couldn't really argue with his small friend. The kennels below the academy had been in a better condition than this sorry excuse for a guild chapter, and they had kept some

really

nasty critters down there. On the other hand, he had been

so

excited about his first posting, he would not let the first sign of trouble ruin something he had been working towards for months.

He wiped the appalled expression from his face, straightened his robe and let the currents of the Aether flow through him. Directing it in a familiar pattern, Simon muttered words in the ancient tongue of dragons and drew arcane gestures in the air. "

Prestidigitation

," he muttered as the spell took shape, replacing the rotten smell with the scent of roses.

"That...was actually useful. Thank you, oh great archwizard," Kiki said, a bit of astonishment coloring her voice.

Nodding to his friend, Simon plastered a smile on his face and strode towards the receptionist's desk, where a bored looking elven woman with long black hair listlessly browsed a worn book.

"May the Flame light your path," Simon started, "my name is Simon and I have been sent by the Aredale chapter to..."

"A34," the woman answered without looking up and placed a sheet of paper on the counter.

"Wha...?" Simon stammered, surprised by her brusque behavior.

"Form A34. Your character sheet. Fill it out, give it back." She still did not look up from her book.

"O...okay." Stunned, Simon took the form and walked towards the common room. He had not taken three steps before he froze again, as he discovered the source of the sounds coming from the common room. It was empty, with the exception of a muscular woman who sat at one of the benches, her eyes closed, moaning loudly.

She seemed to be one of the northern barbarians whose tribes roamed the steppes beyond the Borderlands. A wild mane of blonde hair reached down to her generous hips. Her clothes, if you could call them that, consisted of a small strip of leather that tried, unsuccessfully, to cover her enormous breasts that seemed to want to burst out of their containment at any moment. Aside from that, she only wore a tiny leather thong that exposed more than it covered. She had the body of a professional warrior, covered in bulging muscles and glistening with sweat.

The source of her perspiration was neither the humidity inside the building nor any physical exertion on her part, but the head of what seemed to be a woman between the barbarians legs. From his vantage point, Simon could only see the top of a black haired head and two knife-shaped ears that the barbarian used as handles. The rest of the woman's upper body was obscured by the barbarians' massive legs which she had crossed behind the elf's back, locking her head in a vice-like grip.

The rest of the elf's kneeling body was covered in a long sleeved, blue linen dress. She was making muffled sounds of protest, her hands pressed against the barbarian's hips, trying to push the stronger woman away. She might as well have tried to move a mountain. The blonde warrior did not budge an inch, instead pressing the elf's head into her cunt and panting with lust.

"Oh no, bitch," she sighed, her common speech heavily accented. "You know the deal. No air until you make me cum."

This agitated the smaller woman even more. Whatever she was trying to say became more urgent, louder and shriller, while her fists pounded against the barbarian's stomach. The blonde warrior seemed to enjoy her victim's distress. A shudder went through her whole body and her moaning became louder.

"That's it, long ear. By the Flame, I love it when they struggle. It's much more enjoyable to break a whore with some fight in her."

Simon was frozen like a deer staring at a tiger. The way the muscled fighter dominated the smaller woman spoke to something deep within him. His mouth went dry, blood pounded in his ears and his heart hammered like an orcish wardrum. But most importantly, his penis was hard as steel, actually lifting his robes a bit. There was something primal within him that wanted to be in the barbarian's place, a helpless fucktoy beneath him, only to be used for his pleasure.

Kiki seemed to be equally affected. She had left his shoulder and was hovering between him and the lesbian duo, her eyes unblinking and focused on the fuckfest in front of them.

The two women, meanwhile, were either completely oblivious of their audience or just did not care. The elf seemed to have accepted the inevitable. The sounds of protest had been replaced by sucking and licking noises and one of her hands had disappeared below the barbarian.

"Fuuuuuccckkkk, that's it. Good girl. I knew you'd come around. Deep down, all of you pointy ears are nothing but fucktoys, waiting to be conquered," the barbarian teased her victim, whose ears became a deep red. The elf did not, however, stop her efforts. The noises she made became more and more frantic the longer she was trapped between the barbarian's thighs, which seemed to please the muscled woman. She was screaming now, pressing the elf against her and grinding her hips against the smaller woman's head.

On some level, Simon realized that he should be appalled, that he should come to the aid of the elf who was so viciously abused. But he could not bring himself to act. There was just something extremely arousing about the scene and it was all he could do not to seize his cock and start wanking in the middle of the room.

While the wizard was struggling with himself, the barbarian was nearing the grand finale. Apparently, the elf's efforts were no longer enough for her, she instead used the other woman's head to rub herself against it, enjoying the friction and the vibrations that the elf's agitated screams caused. Finally, with an earth shaking scream, she came, her whole body shivering for nearly a whole minute. During all that time, she did not let go of her victim and held her securely in place.

When she finally opened her legs and freed the elf, the smaller woman fell to the ground, her face slightly blue from lack of oxygen, drawing in big lungfuls of air and coughing wildly. Simon could see now that she had large brown eyes that were teared-up and red at the moment. A slim metal collar was fastened around her neck, a small plaque with something written in tiny script fastened to it. Simon could feel a powerful dweomer on it, even without using any specialized magic.

The barbarian apparently wasn't done with her toy yet. She grabbed the elf by her collar, hoisted her up and threw her over the table, before bending down to a backpack that was lying on the ground and retrieving a long, thick implement. At first, Simon couldn't make out what it was. That changed when she held it against her thong, where it attached itself, while the thin leather straps broadened and thickened at the same time. Mere moments later, the barbarian stood behind the elf, proudly presenting a monstrous strap-on, nearly as long and thick as her forearm - something the young wizard only knew from a few books he had snuck out of the forbidden section of the library late at night.

"Eternal Fire, I just love magic items," the buff woman murmured.

With one hand, she grabbed the strap-on, pointing it at the smaller woman's behind, while she used her other hand to hike the elf's dress up, exposing her naked but for all the world to see. The elf obviously wasn't a fan of underwear, providing the barbarian easy access to her privates.

The barbarian spit into her hand, spreading the saliva around the black phallus before placing it at the elf's asshole. When the smaller woman realized where this was going, she started to struggle again, pleading with the blonde in a melodious language.

This only elicited a cruel laugh from her tormentor, who used one of her arms to press the elf down onto the table before leaning down and whispering in her ear, just loud enough for the two onlookers to hear.

"Oh, don't be like that. I assure you, it will be extremely pleasurable for at least one of us. Besides, all my bitches loved it in the end and you'll be no different. But if you insist on pleading, be my guest. As I said, I like my women with a bit of fire. Now brace yourself. On the count of three. One..."

Without waiting for "two", she shoved the whole thing in completely in one go. Her triumphant scream mixed with a pained howl from the elf in an animalistic display that nearly made Simon come then and there.

The barbarian continued to fuck the elf in long, hard strokes, the magical strap-on obviously having a stimulating effect on the blonde woman. The same could not be said for the elf, who just lay there and whimpered - at least at first. After a few minutes, the barbarian's prediction seemed to come true, as noises of pain were slowly replaced by sighs of pleasure. The smaller woman seemed to fight it, but slowly, stroke by stroke, her gasps no longer sounded agonized, until she screamed in orgasmic pleasure.

"That's it," the barbarian sighed, putting her hand between the elf's legs and massaging her. "That's what I've been waiting for. I love the moment when you've successfully broken in a new bitch."