Lassy Ahn

Pig slop hit him in the eye. Again.

"Fuuuuuuck!"

Henry Tobin threw the old wooden bucket on the ground, face red. His breathing was coming in small huffs. Sweat poured down his face mixing with what he optimistically called mud that covered his face. He would never forgive his parents for this. Never.

He had been quite happy back home in America. School had never been for him. Dropped it as soon as he turned eighteen. He was going to get a job... eventually. So what if he was taking his time? He had to find the right one, right? Right. They had totally overreacted. There was no reason to give him the whole 'job, this, or move out' ultimatum. There was definitely no fucking reason that 'this' had to be working for his Uncle Doyle all the way out here in fucking Ireland. On a farm. A farm! ON A FUCKING FARM!

He watched as one of the pigs he had been trying to feed take a shit right in front of him. That was it! He left the bucket behind and headed off into the woods. It was his only escape from the misery his family had so lovingly bestowed upon him. God, how he wished he could find a way out of this hell.

A sparkling light caught his eye. The sun was glittering off something golden on a nearby rock. No, it was actual gold! A whole fucking pot of gold! A real fucking pot of gold! What were the fucking odds! He ran up to the probable boredom induced hallucination and reached out to run his hands through it. Instead, his hands were slapped away.

"Not so fast, boyo."

Startled, he looked up to see a woman glaring down at him from behind the pot. Oh, what a sexy woman she was. Her hair was long and flowing, ending in pigtails that looked like two ends of a burning rope. Her eyes were as deep emerald as her clearly hand tailored clothes. Her face was cute, sweet even, but those eyes held a mischievous charm. That was nothing compared to her breasts. The swell of them told Henry they had to be D-Cups if not double. Her ample cleavage invited him to stare and so much more.

"Who... who are you?" he asked.

"You can call me Lassy."

She cocked her head at him.

"You aren't Irish."

"No, I'm from America."

"An American boy! I've seen one of you around here before!"

"Where did that gold come from?"

"It's mine."

"Yours? You carry around a pot of gold dressed like that? Kinda on the nose, aint it?"

"Not for a leprechaun."

"Are you trying to tell me you're a... leprechaun?"

"I believe I just did. No trying needed."

"You can't expect me to believe that?"

"I do."

With a wave of her hand and a shower of gold dust she, and the pot, were gone.

"What the fuck just happened?"

The rest of the afternoon was spent working double the load for skipping out earlier. Henry didn't care. All he could think about was Lassy and her gold. Oh, the things he would do with all that gold. He would never have to work again. His mind wandered back to the leprechaun and her green eyes. Something about that mischievous glint made his heart flutter.

When everyone else went to bed he snuck out to the supply shed and grabbed the biggest, heaviest net he could find. What he could not find, however, was the leprechaun. No matter where he searched in those woods that night he could find no trace of her. Nor the night that followed. Nor the two after that. It was only when he had about given up hope that he found the pot of gold again, this time nestled between some rocks. As he went to grab it, she reappeared in his path.

"Some boys never learn."

"Gotcha!"

He threw the net at her. With a lazy flick of her wrist a shower of gold sparks sent the net soaring backwards entangling Henry.

"Not a very mighty hunter, are you?"

"Get this thing off me!"

"After you tried to kidnap me with it?"

"Kidnap?"

"What were you planning? Were you going to take me home? Tie me up?"

"I..."

Those ideas hadn't even crossed his mind, but they were certainly there now. The longer he considered them the more aroused he became.

"See! I knew it!"

He looked down to see she was pointing at his growing manhood.

"Hey now, wait a second..."

"You were going to expose my big old breasts, weren't you? probably wanted to suck on them like some sort of pervert."

"I..."

Henry hadn't really thought about her chest before but now he couldn't do anything else.

"Stop that! I'm here for the gold not you!"

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, that's so! I'm not a pervert! I would never do those things to you."

"Why not?"

He was speechless.

"Because!" was the only thing he could eventually think to say.

"I'd do that to you in an instant."

"You... you would?"

"Oh yes. We fairies are often stealing human lovers."

"You're a fairy?"

"Boy, what did you think a leprechaun was?"

"Hadn't really thought about it before."

"Well, I think you'd best be doing some deep thinking from now on, don't you?"

She snapped and in another shower of gold she and her treasure were gone. Henry disentangled himself from the net and slinked back to the farm. As he lay there, trying and failing to get some sleep, his mind kept replaying the encounter again and again. Her talk of taking him as her human lover was certainly a turn on. The teases about her breasts made him want to suck on them, just to see how they tasted.

Stop that! He was letting her get into his head. That was what she wanted. She was just screwing with him. He'd show her.

So, Henry Tobin did something the next morning he would never have thought to do back home. He went to the library. He devoured every book he could find on the subject of fairies. In particular, how to capture them. Every time he thought about getting his hands on Lassie his heart beat a little faster. Then his mind drifted back to being in that net. It drifted back to her looking down at his helpless form. That caused a stirring far lower than his heart. He didn't want to deal with those feelings just yet, so he went back to the topic at hand.

He staked out the woods for the next few nights until he found the pot of gold again. This time it was in the middle of a clearing. Henry made sure not to get too close before dumping out some glitter on the ground and placing a small open jar on top of it. inside the jar was a small bit of cake. His fairy catching kit as it had been called online was ready for its field test. He stepped closer to the pot, and she appeared.

"What the fuck is this?" she asked, looking at his little creation.

"Don't you find it... tempting?" he asked weakly.

"Did you expect me to put myself in this tiny bloody bottle? Do you really think I could fit tits this fucking big into a bottle that fucking small?"

She grabbed them and gave them a jiggle to make her point. He just stared, dumbstruck. That brought a wicked smile to her lips. She sauntered over until they were nose to nose.

"You like the way they jiggle don't you, boyo."

"I... I..."

"Don't be embarrassed. It's only natural for a boy like you to want a girl like me."

He wasn't used to girls being so forward, especially ones with magical powers, so Henry took a step back.

"Oh, don't bother trying to hide it. I can see it in your eyes. I like how nervous you are though. It makes me want to steal you away even more. Ooh, like at that tent starting to form. At least something about you isn't a wee thing, eh?"

He blushed.

"I think you might even like the idea of being my love slave for all eternity. Guess we'll find out tomorrow."

"Why? What's tomorrow?"

"I'll be waiting at the spot where we first met. You and I are going to have a little contest you see."

"What kind of contest?"

"I'll leave that part up to you. All you need to know is if you win it you get me gold and me."

"And if you win?"

"Ah, there's the fun part. If I win I get to keep me gold and you. Don't that sound grand?"

"I... I don't know."

Lassy grabbed Henry by the hands and placed them on her tits.

"Squeeze."

He did and let out a little gasp at their soft yet firm nature.

"You do."

And like that, she and the gold were gone once more.

Henry lay in bed all night thinking about what had just happened. What kind of challenge could he possibly come up with to beat a fucking leprechaun? What was he even good at? According to his parents that amounted to nothing more than sitting there playing video games all day. That was it!

That night he returned to the woods with a cockiness he had never felt before. He had this in the bag. That gold would be his. That sexy ass Leprechaun would be his. He didn't know just how to feel about that but hey, she kept bringing it up, not him. There she was, waiting with a big smile on her face.

"Figure out which game you want to lose, yet?"

"I'm going to win our little... staring contest."

"Really? Isn't that a bit juvenile?"

"I know you are but what am I?"

"Alright, then. Let's do this."

She sat down with the pot of gold between her legs. Henry sat down across from her. The two opponents locked their eyes.

"Begin!" they shouted in unison.

An eternity passed in those next ten minutes. Neither side gave an inch. Henry was starting to consider that he had this in the bag when Lassy made her move. She kicked off her shoes and without looking yanked off her socks.

"Just getting comfy," she told him. "Looks like we're going to be here awhile."

Another ten or fifteen minutes passed, and she began to shimmy out of her pants. Despite being blocked by the pot it was clear she was going commando.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it."

The shirt came off about five minutes later.

"That's cheating!"

"Says who? The only rule is you can't look away. Everything else is fair game. I can't help it if you find my sexy body too distracting."

Henry gritted his teeth and held on. Her eyes, just look at her eyes. That didn't seem to be working too well. Those emerald eyes held the mischievous knowledge that was as naked as the day she was born and that she wanted him to look. It was a trap. He knew it was a trap. Still, he wanted to look more than anything else in the world.

More than his gold?

More than his freedom?

He just didn't know anymore.

"My, this cool air has my nipples so hard. Mind if I play with them a bit?"

She began to moan as she rubbed. Henry could feel sweat forming on his forehead. He had to resist. He had to resist. He had to resist...resist...resist...he had to fucking LOOK!"

His eyes flicked down to her perfect nipples then right back to her eyes. Her knowing eyes.

"Gotcha."

With a flick of her hand and a shower of gold he found himself looking up at the night sky. He instantly became aware of two crucial facts. The first was that he was now as naked as she was. The second was he was tied tight by something. His attempt to move and see what were thwarted by Lassy shoving him back down and sliding his manhood into her.

"I believe as per our bet; this belongs to me now."

With that she began to ride. It was a long, slow ride that Henry quickly joined her in to the best of his abilities. By the time the sun came up they were grunting and thrusting like wild animals, bodies drenched in sweat. That soon gave way to the most powerful climax of his life.

He lay on the ground at her feet, spent. He was barely able to lift his head. He could see though that the ropes that now held him tight were spun from pure gold. She lay the pot of gold on his chest.

"I think its time for us to go."

With a wave of her hand and a shower of golden sparks they were gone.