The Fertile Grove Ch 5

The Fertile Grove: Ch. 5 - The Little Things (Olivia)

A "Detachable" story

By Devin McTaggart

There's an expression about pixies - little bodies, big trouble.

To call this an understatement would be to say the Lord Mayor of Anchortown has "a weight problem." Not only are you deliberately and grossly understating the obvious, you're also being offensive to people who can be

fairly

said to have a weight problem.

I knew the day that Olivia Distantmoon arrived to my little family was going to be a chaotic one, but that, too, would've been massively underselling the impact she was about to have. But I could talk all about her for ages, and instead, I think it's better just to tell the story of what our first time meeting as betrothed was like.

There were only four weeks left in the school year, and I was already basically done with all the projects and papers I could be. Honestly, I had realized that the administration was gunning for me, and wanted me, no, desperately

needed

me to fail, because if I failed, all my achievements could be undone. Of course, they were also under

immense

scrutiny, because if they were found to be breaking a rule,

any

rule in failing me, Lady Bellington would've torn EWC down to the fucking studs.

The Great Lady and the college had been somewhat at ends with each other for a while now, and I knew I could use that tension to my advantage, which was why I'd done my best to establish if not a friendship at least a rapport with her via correspondence since she'd initially contacted me a month or so ago. She'd implored me in one of her letters to keep a sharp eye open for any transgressions the members of the Eternal Wayfarer College might engage in during their efforts to besmirch the accomplishments I'd attained. She would, she insisted,

love

to come in and behead faculty for their inconsideration. As amusing as that sounded, I didn't know that any of the things the staff had done were worthy of decapitation. Oh, when the Great Lady said she was going to make 'heads roll,' she meant it in the

classical

tradition, not in the new-fangled 'metaphorical' style.

All of that meant I was caught in a very dangerous web between two sets of spiders, and each one with its own agenda involving me. I needed to be very sure that I was a preying mantis and not some little housefly.

It was a Friday afternoon when Professor Antevestian came by with Olivia Distantmoon, a day and time I'd expected, because I knew he would want to spend as little time with her as possible, otherwise she might drive him crazy.

Olivia had a reputation around campus of causing trouble in the

least

malicious way possible. Robér knew her far better than I did, and he painted her as a whirlwind force of energy that could not be contained, controlled or even slowed down. She was pretty much universally liked, and had friends in nearly every subsection of the university, but there seemed to be a standing order not to let her near anywhere with an open bar, for the health of all parties involved.

It was pouring down outside, and I remember wondering if the rain was going to keep the Professor from making his delivery, despite the fact that he'd sent word earlier in the week that he would be by with Olivia on Friday.

My Friday schedules were light, and as such, I often had the place mostly to myself, with Nina playing the part of my shadow whenever she wasn't in classes herself. I heard a rustling sound at the door, but then it opened on its own and my lovely Ciara came rushing in, desperate to get in from the torrential storm that was flooding outside of my place. "I swear, I think someone over in meteorological magics must've blown a fuse this morning, because I don't think I've ever seen it coming down quite so heavy before," my redheaded girlfriend told me, shaking out her umbrella before closing it. She'd told me she'd assumed that role after a week of living with me, and I couldn't find any cause to disagree with her. "You didn't have anything to do with this, did you dear?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Storm magics were always something I didn't have much skill at, so I tended to not take classes in that vein," I told her as she walked over towards me. I was intending to give her a kiss on the cheek, but Ciara was having none of that, grabbing my beard and pulling my face to mash against hers in a very strong kiss, her tongue digging to see if she could determine what I'd had for lunch, if I had to guess. "Now now, love," I said to her. "Let's not get too frisky. Olivia's meant to be showing up any moment."

"Oh, that's right," she giggled. "And now I know what this storm is. It's not a magical accident. It's a bloody

omen

."

"You and Olivia were close?"

"Roommates for three years!" she said with a giant grin. "You'll adore her. She's a hoot, assuming she doesn't completely bowl you over, which she has been known to do! Her boyfriend sophomore year couldn't handle how much energy she had all the time, and he finally tapped out one morning when she got up for classes and he wasn't entirely sure his legs still worked."

"Hey, I know Johnny Three Daggers, and he said that was just the reason he gave

her

for why they broke up," I said.

"Oh yeah?" she said, placing one hand on her hip, glancing back over her shoulder at me. "And what reason did he give?"

"Said she had a habit of talking over him and never asking how he was doing."

"Meh," Ciara sniffed. "She also said he could be a little boring and that he never told any really good stories about his life."

I shrugged. "Well, fair enough, that's Johnny for you," I chuckled. "He's the only person I've ever met who can make a story about a swordfight less interesting than a debate on the finer points regarding the economics of the dung commodity market."

"It's hard to picture the two of you being friends," she said to me as she shook her bookbag dry and then hauled it over towards the area we'd turned into a small den with a handful of desks, so that it wasn't

just

my study space anymore. A few months ago, there had been plenty of notes for my plans on how to beat the Secret Six all over the place - written in code, obviously - but now that I was done with that, I'd needed to turn in those notes to the College, so that the sororities could learn from their mistakes, and make some changes for the challenges next year.

"I wouldn't have said we're 'friends,' I guess," I admitted. "More of acquaintances. Johnny was one of the only other people taking imbuing magics when I was doing it, although Professor Martyn told me yesterday that he's already seen interest in his fall classes higher than he has in decades."

"You did remind a whole lot of people that it's an entire class of magics that people have been neglecting, meaning they don't have any real protection from them," Ciara said, sitting down at her desk, grinning over at me. "They mentioned it during the freshman year Overview Of Everything class, but you know how dull and dreary it sounds spending days or weeks putting spells into things when you can just cast them quickly on the fly?"

"And look where that got people," I gently teased back. "Up the creek without a paddle or even the slightest idea how to look for me."

"Yes yes, beloved, you're very smart." The outside lit up with a lightning bolt that had to have touched down not more than a hundred feet from my doorstep, the crack of thunder loud enough to shake our building down to the very foundations before falling quiet again. "It's murder out there. Should I be worried about an act of the gods destroying our home?"

"I can't think of any gods I've angered lately, but if any come to mind, I'll let you know," I chuckled. "Besides, Nina will protect me if a god wanders in here aiming for my hide, won't you Nina?"

She laughed from her reading spot into the windowsill by the door. "A sentinel's protection is good only until she has no life in her left to give, m'lord, and has generally been accepted not to include protection from deity level threats, simply because our skills, while great, don't usually cover divine intervention," she smirked, having looked up from her book long enough to gaze at me. "I know we both think quite highly of my skills, m'lord, but gods?" She snorted, which made me chuckle. "Fuck that. You're on your own. M'lord."

"Good to know."

A loud banging at the door made all of us jump, but Nina put down her book first and made her way over to the door, peering through the porthole before opening it, allowing Professor Antevestian to come scurrying in, followed suddenly by a much smaller, much faster, much more airborne person, Olivia Distantmoon herself, who flew into the room and straight towards Ciara, tackling her former roommate with an attack hug that zipped through the air like a dart.

"What's up bitches?!" Olivia shouted as she clung to Ciara's head, having wrapped her arms and legs around it, her torso pressed to the side. "Livvy D in the hoooooooooooooouse!"

Like all pixies, Olivia could change her size basically at will, but unless there was a need, she typically remained at her natural size, which was a little under two feet tall, although proportioned very close to a human in terms of arm/leg length to torso length. Her hair was a lustrous purple, like lilacs in bloom, her skin a light brown like freshly sanded pine wood. She had breasts that were, in scale, quite sizable for her body, and the grey tunic she had on over them was soaked enough that the impression of her rather large nipples, stiff like tiny stalagmites, were prominently visible through the cloth. Her hair had been braided into one long tail that hung down in the center of her two wings, each large and almost mothlike in their ornate color and patterns, which she used to move around the air. Once she had a tight grip around Ciara's head, she gave her wings a sharp sudden flutter, shaking loose all the remaining raindrops she had clinging to them, creating a tiny little rainbow in the space behind her.

"Hey Liv," Ciara giggled, reaching up to try and hug her former roommate, as Livvy slid down to land her tiny butt on Ciara's shoulder. "We're back to this, are we?"

"Thought I'd make a good impression flying in here, especially since I know Lothario here's quite the cockswain," Olivia said, turning her gaze to fixate on me. She had a sharp hook of a nose, and eyes of a bright gold like dandelions in summer, which looked me over from toe to tip. "This is our boy of beef, huh? And you weren't the only one stretching me open while you had me on a platter, now, were you?"

I smiled a bit mysteriously. "I was not, but I was permitted to do what

ever

I wan—"

"Oh, I'm not complaining, stud," Liv said to me with a smile of utter chaos. "I just wanted to know who I needed to say thank you to. They weren't as good as you, but they were certainly, ahem,

enthusiastic

."

"Ah, that would've been Professor Idlehands," I admitted. "Now that you're inside of the family, I can walk you through the entire story of how I got in and out of The Fertile Grove, since you're betrothed to me an—"

"Yeah yeah, I'm looking forward to all of that, but can we get down to the consummating of the relationship?" Liv said, licking her lips as she shifted, uncrossing her legs and spreading them so I could see she wore absolutely nothing on beneath the skirt, her pixie pussy on display for me, this time attached to her body, the tiny tuft of lavender hair at the top of it still visible, as she'd practically tugged the skirt up enough to make sure I had an incredibly explicit view of everything on offer.

The Professor moved to set a small suitcase down over alongside the stairs leading to the upper floor of our house. "Yes, well, I don't think I'm needed here anymore today, so if you will excuse—"

"Oh no, Professor," Liv said, her hand slowly reaching down to stroke her own snatch, two fingers moving along the tiny slit. "I'm going to require you to remain here, to witness the consummation, in your official capacity as Seniors Challenge Administrator."

The elder elf looked completely taken aback by this, and the grin on Liv's face told me that was

exactly

what she wanted out of this. "Pardon me, m'lady, I must have misheard you," he said, trying to ignore what she'd just said. "It sounded like you wanted me to... well, to

watch

as—"

"That's

exactly

what I'm

insisting

you do, Professor," she said, licking her lips. "Pixie students are rather uncommon at Eternal Wayfarer College, and therefore our comings and goings are more heavily scrutinized than most members of the student body. As the first pixie student to be, ahem,

claimed

as the spoils of a senior challenge, I must insist you stay to witness the transference of attachment, in the shift I will be going through from student to engaged woman, so it can be reported back to the Senior Teaching Association of Brownies, Pixies And Incorporated Nymphs, and they can add it to the records and our logs."

I remember at that moment being entirely unsurprised that the Teacher's Association when it came to pixies had an organization with the anagram STABPAIN.

"If, ah, yes, well, um, er, if you think my presence is required in this time—"

"I know Lord Deepcopper

only

by reputation, m'lord, and I would not possibly wish to imply the circumstances of my betrothal to him are anything less than appropriate," she giggled. "I must insist, nay,

demand

you stay and witness him consummating our relationship in formal tradition."

The look on Liv's face made it clear this had nothing to do with what STABPAIN might have thought about her joining my family and

everything

to do with making sure Professor Antevestian was as uncomfortable as possible.

"I have never been one to shirk from my duties in the service of the college," the stodgy old elf said. "Is there a place I might sit in your bedroom and witness this transference, Lord Deepcopper?"

Now I am not so proud a man as to not admit when I am caught off-guard, but I think at that moment in time, I was lucky I was not standing with my mouth agape like a damn fool. Never before had I been caught so completely flat-footed, and I do not say such a thing lightly. But the look on both Ciara and Liv's faces told me that they did not want me to pass up this opportunity lightly, and that I should not waste time.

"Come then," I said. "There is a chair next to my dresser which you can sit and witness upon our consummation."

I walked up the stairs towards my bedroom, hearing Ciara and Livia right behind me, and the Professor's slender and ancient form behind them.               The old house on college campus wasn't ever intended to be a permanent place of residence, so in many ways, towards the very end of my college career, it was more than a little bit overcrowded from all the additional people who moved in with me. Less than two months later, we'd all be living in a much bigger and more comfortable place, although this house would still be in my possession, as I became an adjunct member of the faculty, a guest lecturer brought in to teach the advantages of unconventional thinking and how to apply magic in unconventional and unexpected ways. It was a little like being a rockstar for a few days.

The bedroom had gotten quite a bit more crowded over the past few weeks, and in fact, the girls had taken to storing all their clothes in the spare bedroom on the other side of the hallway upstairs. They'd just taken down the bed, placed the mattress against the wall and kept their suitcases in there for storage. I'd learn in a few weeks' time that the majority of their clothes were in storage and waiting for us to move into our real home.

"There's not a lot of room in here, Professor, but you can take a seat on the chair next to the dresser, so that you can officiate this," I said as I started to undress. The Professor was doing his best to avert his eyes, not wanting to seem to be looking at me as I kicked off my boots, pulled up my tunic and removed my pants and breeches. I also had to remove a number of precooked spells I had in things like pendants, rings, bracelets, armbands, leg bands and the like, setting them all atop of the dresser one after another.

"You really do take that magic prep work lesson to heart, don't you?" Liv said, having shucked the tunic and skirt in much less time, her nude form standing on top of the bed, looking up at me, as Ciara made her way back to the door.

"I'll be back later, love," she said to me. "Have fun and don't rub the poor Professor's nose in it too much."

I moved to crawl up onto the bed, and Liv lifted one of her feet to step on my chest, pushing me down onto my back on top of the comforter, having not even had a chance to pull the sheets down. "Eager, are we?" I asked her with a smile.

Her tiny little pussy looked so much more improbably impenetrable even as her fingers stroked across it. "You know it, copper bottom," she purred at me, letting her long tongue snake out to tuck a few locks of her hair out of her face for her. "So lay down,

stay down

and let me go to town."

I wanted to get up and challenge her, but there was something almost challenging about the way her tiny form walked across the top of the mattress that told me I didn't want to mess with her. "It's Deepcopper, which you'd better learn, since it'll be your last name soon enough," I teased back.

"I'm considering hyphenating," she giggled as she moved to stand next to my cock. "While that satyr had a bigger dick than you did, I liked yours more. You know how to use it, whereas he was just rutting away with it." Her hands were so small against my cock, it felt more like two individual fingers rather than a pair of hands, her lips pressing a kiss against the tip of it. "You know, if I wanted to, I could get real small and climb inside of you, let you feel what it's like to have someone teasing against the inside of your prick."

"How

big

could you get?"

"Not really any bigger than, say, an ogre," she said as she rubbed one of her feet against my nutsack, curling her toes to give me this strange sensation atop my balls. "I can get pretty damn little, though."

"I'm more amazed you can fit my cock inside of you when you're that size."

"Oh that," she giggled. "That's just standard pixie pussy fun time. Want to see it for yourself?"

"I'd love to," I told her. "Before I just sort of had to imagine how it was affecting you when you—" I was going to continue talking with her about it, but she had walked on my torso and moved to settle the tip of my cock against her tiny slight snatch. The sight of it sort of boggled my mind as I saw her lift one of her feet up, shifting her weight to push down onto my cock but still struggling to take me in, then lifting her other leg, as the mushroom cap of my prick finally popped inside of her, and both her and I let out a rather carnal and filthy moan. The sight of it almost didn't make sense, as I had to imagine the very tip of my cock had be just behind her navel at this point, and there was no way she was going to be able to get more of my thick shaft inside of her.

And then she suddenly slid all the way down it, letting out the most erotic sound I've ever heard before or since.

"Gods, Liv, are you okay?"

"I... I wanted to take as much of it as I could without growing

too

much, so I only got a little bit bigger as I felt like I couldn't take any more, but I tried to stay as small as possible," she giggled breathlessly. "How does it feel?"

"Like I'm enveloped inside of you, and it doesn't make any sense," I laughed. "It feels like the tip of my cock should be somewhere right behind your tits right now. I know the expression is 'rearrange your guts,' but I was almost certain that was a metaphor."