Pixie Magic
Chapter 3: Three Inches and Sparkle
All characters and names are entirely fictional and are 18 years old or older. Please read the previous chapters before reading this chapter for a better understanding of the plot lines and the characters.
"Skyler," Fern said, twisting her torso towards me, "I want to introduce you to my siblings."
I felt a little like Gulliver in Lilliputia with so many tiny butterfly-like beings fluttering around me. I also felt self-conscious because I was naked except for my shoes and socks, which did nothing to hide my cock and balls.
"Hello," "Hello, Skyler," "Hey dude," reverberated from the winged pixies fluttering around us.
I stood up, brushing the pine needles from my knees and I looked for my clothes. Fern stood next to me, folding her wings behind her back.
"Let me introduce you," she said, brushing the pine needles from her knees.
"This is Joy, and that one is Zee," she began pointing to two different "butterflies" on her right.
"Hello" came from two different pixies, but I couldn't be sure which two.
"That's my brother Fin next to Pan," Fern continued.
"Hey dude" and "Hi" came from two slightly deeper voices (although the pitch was still high).
The pixies kept moving about. I had no idea which one she was pointing to.
"Uh, Fern," I interrupted, "They're moving about so quickly, I can't really see who you're pointing to."
"It's pretty easy really," she said, "Their wings all have such different markings."
"They all look the same to me," I said.
"How rude, dude," a small voice near my left ear said, "Let me help you take a closer look."
"Vix! No!" Fern shouted.
I felt myself falling, like the feeling you experience in a rapidly descending elevator. My head felt dizzy, and I became nauseous the way some people get on a roller-coaster.
When the sensation stopped, I found myself inside a large cloth sack. It smelled like sweaty feet in there. I pulled down the material and saw I was in an even larger container made of a combination of leather and canvas. One end of the container looked like a wide tunnel while above me was open to the sky. The top of my head barely reached the top of the container.
Looking up, I could see the hemlock trees, but they looked a lot taller than I remembered.
I was completely naked, my shoes and socks seemed to have disappeared.
I climbed out of the cloth sack and stood on the bunched material to reach the top of the leather container. I grabbed the top of the wall and pulled myself up. The rounded edge at the top was just wide enough for me to sit on and take a look around.
In front of me was a vast field of giant pine needles. In the distance, I saw some green vegetation and ginormous hemlock trees. The pine needle field seemed to stretch out in every direction. Behind me was a large rock wall.
I took a careful look at the leather wall I was sitting on. From this vantagepoint, I saw its shape much clearer and I got queasy when I understood where I was and what had happened. I was sitting on top of my hiking shoe.
I jumped down from the edge of the shoe onto the pine needle floor, normally a distance of four inches, it but felt like 7 or 8 feet compared to my current body size. Looking back at my shoe, I estimated that I must be about three inches tall.
As I stood there, I felt a small breeze nearby and when I turned to look, a blue-green-yellow winged pixie had landed behind me. We were about the same size. Her wings had a distinctive yellow area at the top and green area at the bottom with yellow and green stripes in between. The edges of her wings were blue.
She had fiery red hair and wore a green, low-cut outfit which reminded me of the Peter Pan image on peanut butter jars. The front of the outfit was in a "V" shape, lower than the sides that showed a lot of hip before coming back down in another "V" in the back.
"I'm Vix," she said, "Can you tell who I am now?"
"Uh, nice to meet you, Vix," I said, holding out my right hand while trying to cover myself with my left.
Vix laughed. "No need for modesty here," she said, "especially after we just watched you fuck my sister."
"I'm so embarrassed," I said, "I thought we were alone."
Vix laughed even harder. "Alone?" She said, laughing, "in Hemlock Hall? I always knew humans were stupid, but you're way below average. My sister never did have good judgement."
She was still laughing when she flew away.
"Wait! Come back!" I called, but she ignored me.
I looked around. Fern was around here somewhere. She should be large enough to spot easily, not to mention all those other pixies flying around. I ran out in front of my shoe and waved my arm and yelled.
"Hello?" I shouted, "Can anybody hear me? I'm down here!"
I heard a fluttering of wings and felt a breeze behind me. I turned and saw a guy who looked to be about my age wearing the same "Peter Pan" outfit I saw on Vix. His hair was an aquamarine blue color, and his wings were mostly blue with just a little green and yellow on the tips.
"Hey, dude," he said, "What are you doing down here?"
"Someone shrank me," I answered, "I think it was Vix."
He laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like something she would do," he said, "Especially if you're interested in Fern."
"Can you help me?" I asked.
"I'll try," he said, "What do you need?"
"What do I need?" I asked incredulously, "why I... say, I didn't catch your name. I'm Skyler."
He laughed. "Everyone here knows who you are," he said, "I'm Pan. I was the one next to Fin."
"Of course," I said, trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice, "I don't suppose you could help me get back to my normal height?"
"Gee," Pan replied, "I'd like to, but Vix tends to add funny spells to her pixie dust. The last time I tried to undo Vix's magic, I lost my wings for a week. Maybe you ought to ask Vix to do that."
"Could you at least find Fern and let her know where I am and what happened to me?" I asked.
"Sure, dude," he said, and he took off.
I saw what looked like a log nearby. In reality it was only a small twig, but I needed to sit and think. I no sooner sat down than I heard the flutter of wings and felt a breeze.
"Why don't they ever land in front of me?" I wondered.
I stood up and turned around. The pixie there had beautiful, long, wavy, cotton-candy pink hair and large round breasts that were barely contained in her "Peter Pan" outfit. Her wings were mostly yellow with green on the outer edges and a touch of blue at the bottom tips. There was a slight hint of pink at the top tips.
"Hi" she said in a squeaky high voice, "Vix told me I would find you here."
"Hello," I said, "who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Sparkle," she said, in her high-pitched voice as she moved closer, "I think you're cute."
"Uh, well, thank you Sparkle."
"What about me?" she asked, "do you think I'm cute?"
