CHAPTER TWO: Ooni and Pleck's Mischief
While Teedla flew off to brood in the trees and plot a way to make up for her failure with the muckdweller, her sister, Ooni was up to no good. Ooni was about to enter a human cottage. The cottage near the dark woods of Glenn Valley was far from civilization. The woodsmen had moved his family a bit too far in the wild lands and built the cottage. As the family slept in the early morning hours, Ooni and her friend, Pleck, crept to the small cottage with pranks on their minds. They flew through a hole near the roof that the woodsman had put there for ventilation.
Ooni was smaller than her sister and instead of blue coloring, she had light purple wings with large gold spots on them. Her short bushy hair on her head matched the purple wings and her eyes glimmered with gold. She only wore a tight slip-like gown that went to her knees. It too was gold and would shimmer in the sunlight.
Pleck was her best friend and he was a male faery, and at six inches in height, he was a good head taller than Ooni. His hair was light brown and was mostly hidden by his green hat made out of an oak leaf. His tunic was made of birch bark, and slung over his shoulder was a satchel containing potent pixie dust.
Standing on the foot board of a bed they surveyed the family of sleeping humans. Ooni pointed to another bed that contained the woodsman's oldest son, Jack, who was almost nineteen years old and was snoring lightly as he slept on his back. Pleck nodded with a sly grin and they flew quietly to Jack's bed. It took both of them to lift the heavy blankets, but soon they were crawling and wriggling under the sheets. Between Jack's long hairy legs they went, trying desperately not to giggle. To combat the darkness under the covers, both faeries glowed a soft light.
They finally reached their destination when they reached Jack's crotch. Crouching low, they inspected Jack's sleeping manhood. Soft and limp, Jack's penis was barely two inches long, and it was draped across his hairy scrotum and testicles.
Pleck was looking at as if he was an art critic inspecting a new painting.
"It needs some work." Ooni whispered.
Pleck nodded his head in agreement. "What would mortals do without us?" Pleck asked as he opened the bag of pixie dust.
"Their lives would be soooooo boring." Ooni smiled as she crawled up onto Jack to straddle his penis. She threw one leg on either side of him and reached down with both hands to pull up his cockhead. Compared to Ooni, Jack's penis was the size of a very long watermelon. She carefully exposed his pink glands at the head of his penis. The heavy blankets were forcing her down onto the hot length of flesh.
Pleck took a handful of shimmering powder and dusted Jack's limp penis with it. "With this pixie dust I sprinkle, on this mortal man's dinkle." Pleck sang softly, "Make his manhood brave, make his manhood crave. To break this fun curse of meat, he must accomplish a brave feat!"
Ooni winked at Pleck, and then they both crawled out of the covers proud of their new prank. They would follow this mortal on his daily chores and hope that the entertainment would bring of a few laughs.
Later that morning, the woodsman's family was up and going. Jack was preparing to deliver a load of firewood to Farmer Glendale in exchange for a few chickens and eggs. The cart he had to pull was soon loaded, and after he ate breakfast with his family he went out to make his delivery.
All morning since he had awoke, he had a strange feeling in his groin. Even when he began to pull the cart up the dirt path, he felt something amiss in his trousers. His penis begin to throb to life and swell. He was thankful he was away from his family as he pulled the cart with a full erection. No travelers ventured down the path, but if they had, they would have been greeted by Jack with a lump in his crotch.
"All right now!" He said to himself, "I cannot walk up to Farmer Glendale's with this monster in my pants."
When he was a good distance from his family's cottage and sure no one had followed, he undid his pants. Without his knowledge, Ooni and Pleck had followed him and were setting just a several feet away in a bush watching him pull his penis into view. They giggled quietly as he took his swollen penis, about 6 inches long, and began pumping it in his fist.
Jack had never done this when on an errand, but had on several occasions masturbated in the privacy of his family's small barn. He concentrated on how it felt to squeeze the tip in his hand and then to help speed things along, he pictured Farmer Glendale's daughter, Gretchen. Gretchen was almost twenty years old and quite a beauty. Plus, besides Mrs. Glendale, Gretchen was the only female he had seen outside his family. Jack thought of Gretchen's milky white bosom, which he had seen half exposed and pushed up by her tight bodice. As his mind recalled her shapely figure, his hand pumped faster on his ridged member.
"He is working that thing too fast." Pleck noticed.
"Soon he'll be spent." Ooni said with a disapproving frown, "See? He is about to shoot."
They watched from their hidden spot as Jack grunted. He slowed his hand's pace after a stream of sperm spilt on to the path. As Jack caught his breath, his penis dripped a few more pearly white droplets to the ground. He looked down to pull his pants back up and blinked. His penis looked a bit larger now. It had grown almost a half an inch in length and a bit thicker due to the faery prank.
"Oh no!" Jack exclaimed pulling his pants over his slightly larger penis making an even larger bulge. "This is not good."
After several minutes his erection did not subside. He began wondering how he could hide his erect situation from Farmer Glendale if it did not shrink back. Hoping that it would not be a problem, Jack continued on his way pulling the cart as his vulgar bulge throbbed.
Halfway through the morning, he spotted the farm up head. He did not need to look down to see if he was still erect, because he could feel his hard penis straining against the fabric of his trousers. Glancing around for any of Farmer Glendale's family near the wooded path, Jack had decided he would try one more time to relieve himself. He ducked behind a tree and once again undid the laces of his pants.
The two faeries were closer to Jack then last time. This time they perched directly above him on a tree limb looking down upon him. They held their tiny hands over their giggling mouths to avoid getting caught.
Jack pulled his ridged penis free and was still amazed that it had grown. He looked at it for several seconds, then took it in his right hand and squeezed it. He moaned, and with that moan he began masturbating at a fast speed. The faeries watched as he spit a glob of saliva on the tip for lubrication and kept beating his penis in his tight fist.
Again he pictured Gretchen Glendale in his mind as he masturbated. This time he imagined her undressing before him, and he tried to picture what her body would look like nude. He already had seen half her breasts from her low cut dresses, but he had to invent the rest of her. As he pictured her face in his mind, her brown eyes and full lips surrounded by blonde hair, he felt a climax about to erupt.
"Ungh!" He groaned as he shot out onto the leaves on the forest floor.
His eyes open and he saw glob after glob of semen shoot from his penis. At least three times as much sperm dropped to the ground than his first ejaculation! "Why so much a second time??" He asked himself as he panted with deep breathes. Suddenly, as Jack looked at the large amount of sperm at his feet, his penis grew again in thickness and about a half inch in length.
"This cannot be happening!" Jack exclaimed as he held his still rock hard, but foreign penis. "What am I going to do?"
Thinking quickly, Jack pulled his now 7 inch penis up to his belly and laced his pants up so it held his member uncomfortably to himself. He looked down and saw the long bulge, but he was thankful that at least it was not poking up in his pants like an horizontal tent.
After Jack left, the faeries flew down to his sperm as it slowly soaked into the leaves. "Its a lot of spunk! Wanna play in it?" Ooni asked her partner in mischief.
"No, not yet. There will be so much more later." Pleck pointed out. Pleck started to fly after Jack when Ooni hurled a handful of warm sperm at his back. He felt it splatter as Ooni laughed behind him. "Awwww, come on, Ooni! We're gonna miss the fun stuff at the farm."
"Alrighty," She giggled, "He might try to hump a pig, let's go!"
Jack took the cart and pulled it from the woods down to Farmer Glendale's farm. As he walked up several of the farmer's children ran out to greet him. Jack tried to keep his bulge hidden as he unloaded the cart, and the small children did not seem to notice. As he finished stacking the wood, Farmer Glendale and his son Hans, who was as old as Jack, arrived with four chicken cages with two chickens in each.
"Afternoon, Jack, how's your family?" The older farmer asked.
