Author's note: Dear reader sometimes we have a specific need; a want, a desire, a delicious temptation that we just want to see. These are my desires; outlined as writing exercises. The story is loose and fast, poorly structured, and skips around much more than my usual works but everything is categorized under either a specific fetish or a specific move. If you're the sort who needs their action now, feel free to do a search, something like: Giantess, facesit, foot, headscissor; or peruse the entire story to see if there's something you like. If you're the sort who's going to read through the whole story (and feel free, I would love if you did), then there is a backstory at the top to give some background to the fight. I invite you now to sample my delights, to enjoy my temptations, to jump into the action.
Backstory:
The garden was always beautiful this time of year, overgrown with greenery that stretched and weaved around wood and rocks like a snake slithering to and fro. It was beautiful, but sprinkled with a hint of chaos as was everything regarding fairies. New age fairies were delicate creatures, decadent in the way that they lived. They lived peaceful lives and stayed away from most other creatures, revealing themselves only when a person seemed to be truly in need. Old age fairies were different, destructive and seductive, luring people to their demise when they were at their best. The laws were written by the old age fairies and the new age fairies didn't have the spine to abolish those laws.
That's how this whole situation began.
The queen's arms sat slung over the vines which attached to four wooden pillars placed precariously in the shape of a poorly drawn square. The vines were stretchy, bending to her weight like a trampoline while still mostly keeping their shape. They were dotted with beautiful white and pink flowers which stretched the whole length of the vine, giving an air of vibrance to this otherwise barbaric arena. The floor was nothing but a bed of soft grass, so soft that it made one shiver when it brushed against the soles of your feet. It was a beautiful arena, it was a shame what it was used for.
The queen was dressed in little, nothing but simplistic and soft vines stretching around her body to protect her dignity. The vines slid up between her cheeks, separating them like a knife separating two halves of butter. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, as soft as pillow, and as smooth as a gem that was freshly cut. Her body was a marvel, it was no surprise she was queen, the only blemish being a single wrinkle or two that appeared under her clearly exhausted eyes. She wanted to be done with this affair.
The queen stared at the beautiful fairy that stood across from her, harbored in her own corner o the arena with her fingers gently plucking at the vines in a bored sort of way. Her eyes kept the queen's gaze, dressed in roughly the same garb as the queen except her vines were purple rather than green. She smiled a wolfish grin and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Were you just going to stare for the rest of the evening, Gwen?" The challenger asked, yawning gently as she spoke.
"You know.. we don't have to do this Shay. There's no reason we can't work this out amicably." Gwen sounded sincere as she spoke, believing that violence wasn't the only answer to a plight.
"Sounds like just the sort of thing a coward would say. The old laws exist to get rid of cowardly queens. Let's see how fast you submit." Gwen sighed as Shay spoke, getting agitated just from the snobby annoying voice that rained from those smirking lips.
"No one will agree with this takeover." Gwen tried one more time to appeal Shay's sense.
"It doesn't matter if they agree or not. Laws are laws. If I beat you, the queendom is mine. They'll listen or be exiled." Shay seemed to smile more with every passing moment, clearly enjoying Gwen's annoyance.
"Fine. Don't say I didn't try to give you a way out." Gwen stretched her arms high above her head, a bell sounding out far down the courtyard. DING DING DING. The fight was on.
Boston Crab:
Her spine was lit aflame, the bone creaking and groaning as it stretched to it's limits while creating a perfect C like shape. Her face was shoved into the wet grass, tasting the dew that had dripped down this morning as it soaked into her features and stained her already disheveled hair. The thick cheeks on the back of her head refused to let up, instead melting over the back of her head like butter melting in a hot pan. Gwen couldn't hold it anymore, her teeth were biting tight to her bottom lip, screams getting trapped in the back of her throat as her legs dangled above her head. Her hand reached lightly for the ropes, watching them dangle just a foot beyond her reach as they slowly swayed back and forth as if taunting her. She needed those ropes, she needed to escape, her back couldn't take anymore punishment. A soft groan slipped from her lips and one of her hands whipped back at a surprising speed, embedding itself into Shay's thigh with a wet slap. Her nails dug in deep to the flesh, grabbing and scratching as she begged for a way out.
Shay let out a sadistic giggle before securing Gwen's legs tighter under her arms. "What's wrong sweetheart? Is this too much for you? I thought the queen was supposed to be strong. I can't believe I came here expecting a challenge. How about you get up.. and fucking wrestle me."
Exasperated Gwen tried to respond; her mouth opened but no sound came forth other than a distinct ad low groan. She mumbled something, a small pathetic act of defiance. "I-I I'm... T-Trying you f-fucking c-cheat."
"Cheat? It's funny hearing you say that. Weren't you the one who said fairy magic wasn't allowed?" Tendrils of red began to wisp their way around Gwen's cheeks as embarrassment wrapped it's claws around her throat. Her head lumped forward and smacked back into the wet grass as she began to softly choke down sobs that sat on the tip of her tongue. Maybe she deserved this.
Headscissor:
Gwen couldn't see. Her world was entrenched in darkness, wet, sweaty, squishy darkness. Her eyes were clamped shut as layers upon layers of flesh bore down on her cheeks like a landslide that just wouldn't stop. Her lips were pursed and her head felt like it might explode at any moment. She was hardly visible, tucked delicately between Shay's thighs as Shay sat on the grass yawning and basking in the bright sunlight that fell from overhead. Little drops of sweat tickled Gwen's nose and ran small circles around her lips; the salty taste had already invaded her taste buds, making her choke and sputter as she tried to breath through her opponents flesh. Her hands gripped Shay's thighs tightly, trying her damnedest to open them up so that she could free herself from this smothering, crushing hell. Her brain felt like it was pounding against her skull, like it had adopted it's own heartbeat and was trying to tell Gwen that something was terribly wrong. Her eyes were filled with tears, tears that soaked her cheeks and dripped off her chin. Shay seemed exhilarated by that fact, pouring on the humiliation by rubbing her fingers softly through Gwen's hair, making her look even more disheveled by the moment.
"What's wrong Gwen? Are you trying to give me a little head start?"
Gwen tried to speak but her words were so muffled that they practically sounded like a different language.
"What's that sweetheart? You'll have to speak up. I really can't hear you down there. You know.. You're not even at the good part of my thighs." Shay began to scoot up as she spoke, burying Gwen's head deeper into the thick gelatinous thighs. Gwen's nose softly rocked back and forth against Shay's kitty, making drool drip from the aggressor's bottom lip.
"There you go. Right where you belong. How do you like that? Huh loser?" Every word from Shay was pure acid, melting away at Gwen's pride.
Gwen softly kicked her feet, sending grass high into the air as she flicked her eyes up to try and catch Shay's gaze but she could only see up to the rolls in Shay's belly.
"F..Fmck.. Y..Yew.." Gwen muttered, the only intelligible thing she had said all morning.
Stinkface:
Gwen's head hung low, her chin rolling around on her collar bone as her eyes spun in their sockets. Her irises had a hard time focusing while staring at her legs, everything looked like a fuzzy blob jittering back and forth at extreme speeds. Her head was pounding and sweat fell from her brow while black slowly began to creep into the edges of her vision. Her hot breath ran down her chest and skated above her sweaty flesh like a hot mist rolling above a cool river. Soft groans and tiny moans slipped past her lips and finally she rose her head begrudgingly, reaching out to grab onto the ropes which sat on either side of her.
"Oh no no, sweetheart. You stay right there." Shay lifted a foot and smashed into Gwen's chest, causing spit to fly from Gwen's lips into the open air as she let out a solemn cry before slouching back down in the corner like a ragdoll.
Gwen softly whimpered, her hands leaving the vines to caress her barely covered breasts as she softly looked up at Shay through pleading eyes.
"G-Get off me you witch!" Gwen muttered, shaking her head back and forth as even more sweat cascaded from her head onto the open canvas.
"Mmh.. I didn't hear no bell sweetie. I still have to make you give up don't I?"
Gwen stared forward drunkenly through red eyes, slowly raising her hands shakily into the air. "J-Just.. One.. One second. Please."
Shay slowly shook her head and turned around, showing off her thick pale cheeks in the dark purple vine-ish thong that tried desperately to cut her in half. Her fairy tattoos climbed up her legs with little crossing patterns of black and white that stretched towards her lower body. She stood mere inches from Gwen's face, shaking her cheeks back and forth like jello being jiggled on a platter. The soft cheeks clapped and smacked like a horse trotting down a cobblestone street and Gwen just sat there, staring through her defeated eyes as her bottom lip trembled. She tried to beg, to speak, to say something to make the punishment stop but Shay couldn't hear a word, her head was in the clouds and her brain was focused on what she'd do when she was queen.
"You know.. It's only fair that if you get a seat... I get a seat too." Before Gwen could protest Shay jabbed her hips back and let her cheeks sink onto Gwen's slightly aged features. Shay was kicking out the old, showcasing that age and experience didn't go hand in hand. She swiveled her hips like a bitch, making sure that Gwen's face was exactly where she wanted it before tossing her arms over the top ropes and sitting back full weight til her back was caressed by the wooden pillar.
Gwen was stuck in a gross world who's main attraction was humiliation. Her cheeks were as red as cherries as her feet kicked away in the grass like drumsticks smacking away on a drum. The horrid scent of sweat soaked cheeks combined with a grassy scent from Shay's vine thong sent shivers down her spine and caused her to gag relentlessly as she tried to stop sniffing and smelling. Her lips refused to open, sewed shut as her teeth grinded together in annoyance. Her hands pawed uselessly at the soft cheeks that surrounded her face, gently pressing into the jello like skin and sinking down while doing absolutely nothing to free her from this position.
"Does that smell good? Huh Gwen? Come on queen, be the perfect throne." Every word from Shay was punctuated with a hip swivel that sent Gwen deeper and deeper into her perfect crack. Gwen squeal, and scream and gagged and pleaded though every noise came out muffled and stunted by the thick jiggling mass that hugged her nose and mouth.
"P..Please.. G-Get off.. It stinks so fucking bad." Gwen pleaded, her hands grabbing onto the viney ropes that sat on either side of her and pulling so hard that they nearly broke from the pillars. At this point she had half a mind to tap out and give up her queendom, but pride stood in the way; forcing her to endure more punishment.
Lift and Carry:
Gwen wavered back and forth with glassy eyes like a drunk who was preparing to fall. Her hands softly rolled down Shay's slim body, feeling rolls of flesh that lightly protruded from her stomach. Gwen was held up solely by her hair, her scalp burning as if a hot coal was sitting on the tip of her head. Long frizzy white strands of hair looked like string cheese as they were pulled taut by Shay's fingers. Shay stood in front of Gwen with a little smile playing on her face, disgusted yet intrigued by the mess that stood before her.
"Awwh does someone need a break?"
Gwen lowered her head as much as she could, her lips sputtering and spilling drool as she tried to spit. Her hands began to feebly push gently at Shay's stomach, feeling the flesh give under her fingers like play dough while Shay giggled at Gwen's attempt at rebellion.
"W..We're supposed to be... sw-sweet." Whispered Gwen, her eyes slowly closing as a tear fell to the grass.
Shay scoffed, her lips curving up in a delighted smile. "Gods above, you really are a pathetic fucking queen."
Shay leaned forward, and like a battering ram slammed her shoulder straight into Gwen's open stomach. Gwen groaned as a massive glob of spit rained from her lips and trailed down Shay's back. Shay wasn't done though, lifting up slowly so that Gwen got caught on her shoulder. Shay then held Gwen on her shoulder, making sure that she dug in nastily to Gwen's stomach and forced all of the air out of Gwen's lungs. Gwen was stuck, trapped in the air with her ass shown off like a prized panting. Gwen's head hung down her opponents back, being carried in something akin to a fireman's carry. Shay slowly began to waltz, sashaying her sensual hips with every movement of her sweaty flesh. If there was a crowd they would've been enamored, but the garden was strangely barren and quiet (save for the sound of Gwen's moaning). Shay slowly lifted a hand, striking at Gwen's left cheek and forcing it to jiggle like a pied piper playing a tune. The nasty smack led to Gwen giving a soft yelp before burrowing her face into Shay's back, clearly embarrassed at how little she could do. She raised her hands, clutching her fingers into fists as she began to lightly pound them against Shay's back.
"L..Let me.. Let me go... Let me go damnit! Th-This isn't.. Fair!" Gwen whined.
Shay's laughter echoed across the courtyard. "You're right. It isn't fair. A loser like you doesn't belong in the ring with a fairy like me."
Tombstone piledriver:
Sweat dripped from white strands of hair and cascaded onto the grass like rain pouring down on a hot summer days. Gwen's breathing was labored, every breath taking an immense effort that became harder and harder as the time went. Blood was rushing to her head as she stared at the perfectly framed hips that wiggled and wobble in front of her eyes. Her nose was inches away from the purple vine that sat tucked between Shay's thighs, the grassy sweet smell of a dripping kitty wrapped in vines penetrated her nostrils and caused her to see through a haze. Her entire body had revolted, turned against her, refused to do as she asked as the muscles and bone screamed from being so sore. Her entire body was upside down, sweat soaked hair lightly running circles across the grass. Her legs wiggled back and forth like a worm attempting to move as her little voice broke the silence with small pleas and begs to be let down. It had been minutes Shay had held her here, some form of sick torture which had left Gwen startstruck and dizzy.
"L-Let me d-down you w-witch!" Gwen blubbered, spit falling from her lips as she spoke.
"Mmh.. You sure that's what you want?" Shay whispered, her fiery breath running past Gwen's thighs like a breeze on a new summers day. "Are you reallllly sure?"
"Y-YES IM SURE!" Gwen screeched, her lips foaming as spit bubbles began to bubble up and spill down her chin. She was going rabid, she would've killed to get Shay in any form of hold at this moment, to return some of the punishment she had received.
"Just remember you asked for it." Shay whispered again, leaning forward so that her soft lips met Gwen's thigh for but a moment.
Shay started forward like a conveyor belt cranking to life, her feet moving slow at first as she waltzed across the grass before finally she broke into a slight jog. She carried Gwen for two or three feet, the girl's hair getting caught in the grass while small white strands got ripped away from an already burning scalp. Gwen screeched before she was suddenly drawn up into the air and unceremoniously dumped right onto her head with a disgusting tombstone pile driver. A sickening thud sounded out among the courtyard while Gwen's whole body sat straight up and down like an arrow embedded into the dirt. She stayed like that for a moment before tipping to the side and falling like a sack of potatoes. She withered on the ground, slowly coiling up like a ball of yawn as she folded in on herself and began to softly sob and whine. Shay stayed on her knees, reaching down and running her fingers through Gwen's soft disheveled hair.
"I warned ya." She whispered.
Powerbomb:
Gwen's hands hung limply in Shay's black hair, her fingers knotted into the dark stands like a mountain climber clinging to a handhold. Her body swayed back and forth precariously as she sat perched atop Shay's shoulders. Her feet softly kicked at Shay's back, showing some type of displeasure while her brain sat turned off to the events that had occurred that morning. She looked thoughtless and emotionless, her mouth softly opened with her dizzy eyes swinging back and forth like a chandelier in a great hall. She wasn't looking at anything in particular and to the causal observer it would almost seem as though she was admiring the scenery from her perch.
Shay's hands had wormed their way up Gwen's back, softly pressing against her spine as Gwen's barely covered pussy sat on her lips. The slightly acidic taste invaded her mouth, teasing her tongue with the twisted taste of her opponents pleasure. She smiled gently, it was no surprise Gwen enjoyed being tossed up against another lady, most Fairies loved this sort of play. She held tight to Gwen's back for another moment, her dainty form looking almost funny as it struggled under the weight it held up.
"P-Please.." Gwen started, her voice raspy and broken from all the crying she had been doing.
"Oh no no, you're the one who wanted to start hairpulling. You know that's against the rules right? This is supposed to be an honorable fight, not some nasty catfight." Shay said the words as if she had fought completely cleanly (she hadn't).
Gwen let out a defeated sigh, her fingers locking tighter into Shay's hair as she gingerly pulled in a defeated manner, trying to do anything to cause the girl some form of stinging pain. Shay just laughed for a moment before jumping up, spreading her legs and sending Gwen back first into the grass.
The entire ground erupted with a dull thud that quickly evaporated on the air. Gwen's entire body bounced up from the powerbomb, arching and wriggling like a worm that had just been struck by lighting. Her hand reach back, grasping at her spine desperately as she rolled over onto her stomach and began to paw gently at the ground.
"O-Oh my... Oh my god." Whined Gwen through clenched teeth. Her eyes were red and swollen as she once again began to tear up. "It's.. Not.. Fucking.. Fair." She whimpered.
Shay slowly got to her feet, wiping the dirt on her hands off on her thighs as she stared down at the fresh piece of meat like a wolf observing it's next meal. "Come on Gwen.. Get up"
Facesit:
Gwen sat laid out on the grass, her face stuck in a disgusted grimace as she flipped her head back and forth. Her eyes were clenched shut and her lips were trembling like trees stuck in a wind storm. Her voice was small and defeated and broken. "P-Please.. This is.. Disgusting."
She haughtily laughed, her eyes slowly rolling as she looked over her shoulder. "You can make it stop if you'd just tap out. Stop being so thick headed."
Gwen shook her head, slowly at first before building up more steam like a train running down the tracks. Her head swung back and forth as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her pride stood in her way, forcing her to endure the maximum that she possibly could.
Shay just shrugged, it made no difference to her, she was just enjoying the ride at this point. Her hands came back and grasped her cheeks, squeezing them under her slender fingers like putty as the flesh bubbled like a waterballoon. She slowly pulled apart her sweat soaked cheeks like baker tearing apart two pieces of bread; however the smell coming from the thin piece of vine that sat just over her pucker was anything but sweet; sweat and juices combined to create a scent that was practically toxic to the nostrils. Shay slowly began to scoot her thick cheeks back, inch by inch as she edged closer towards Gwen's shaking head. Gwen tilted her head back, she wrinkled her nose, she closed her eyes and tightened her lips while whimpering gently to the open air. Shay didn't say a word, instead she bounced back the last inch she needed and completely covered Gwen's old yet beautiful features under her shapely, voluptuous rear. Gwen's face was gone, instead she laid there like a headless ragdoll, features sinking into the sweaty flesh as her nose wrestled with the soft viney material of Shay's thong; her nose was wrapped tightly in the material, twisted and squeezed by the soft and squishy material that filled her nostrils and forced her to take in Shay's complete enjoyment.
Gwen gagged, and sobbed and begged and pleaded, her hands pawing lightly at Shay's thick thighs as her nails softly bit and scratched at the perfect flesh. Gwen was star struck, her head spinning as she questioned everything she knew about Shay. She was stuck on the fact that a fairy would even dare use a move as disgusting as this one. Fairies were delicate creatures, beautiful and refined. They hated anything dirty and preferred to be treated like princesses so why would Shay use such a gross, dominating move? She didn't have time to ponder that fact though as suddenly her mind was wrenched back into the fight, focusing on the way her nose melted against the soft cheeks that surrounded her features. She once again blubbered something meaningless, words that became spit on her lips that wettened the already soaked panties on her face.
"What was that Queenie? You're gonna need to speak up. I can't really hear you. How about you just lay there and fucking shut up. Sniff like a good throne should."
Gwen whimpered, it was all she could do.
Facesit Hover:
Had it been eons? Had it been years? Had it been minutes or seconds? Gwen had no idea as the massive cheeks slowly rose off her face and gave her back the plentiful delicious air she had been begging for. She laid there gasping and gagging, sucking down as much fresh air as she possibly could. The air tasted like fresh water, cool on her tongue yet sharp when it hit her lungs. She was so focused on breathing air that she hadn't noticed the two jiggling cheeks that still hovered above her face like meteors threatening to come crashing down on her face. When she did notice her bottom lip began to quiver and her feet began to softly kick in the dirt, destroying the grass and turning it to a brown muck under her feet.
"G-Get.. Get off." She whimpered, her fingers coming up to push on the jello like substance that sat just above her face.
"Make me, make me." Sang Shay, her voice sounding like the chorus to a catchy song as she swung her head back and forth.
Shay began the process of breaking her opponent to pieces, softly jiggling her cheeks back and forth while rotating her hips like they were an optical illusion. Gwen's eyes tried to follow, little tears clogging her eyes and causing the world to become a blur. Shay then slowly lowered herself, inch by inch til her thick cheeks were softly smacking at the tip of Gwen's nose, forcing the fresh air away and once again replacing it with a more sensual and tantalizing air that was seasoned with a healthy dose of humiliation. Gwen couldn't take it, she began to shift her head back and forth, sending tears splattering along the grass as she kicked even harder into the exposed dirt.
"Awwh.. You're messing up my garden. I'm going to make you pay for that. Do you want me to sit on your face Gwen?"
"N-No.." Gwen choked.
Gwen's fingers were sinking into the soft quicksand like booty, the flesh gobbling up her hands like a monster that was out to eat her. Small droplets of sweat fell onto her face and slathered themselves against her lips; causing her to taste a salty substance that burned the back of her throat. The small thong Shay was wearing sat there staring at her features, threatening to overtake her and send her to the deep. She could smell the soft scent coming from Shay's booty, one that forced her lungs to work overtime.
Gwen's eyes were slowly beginning to fade, the final bit of courage she had left was fleeting, instead being replaced with pure unrelenting fear. she started to smack and claw like a catfighter, her nails grabbing at the perfect fleshy orbs and causing small lines of red to begin to form. It did nothing, even her nastiest efforts did surprisingly little in the face of shay. Shay just laughed, lowering her booty the last few inches she needed and giving Gwen a final taste of her thick, juicy ass.
Foot in face:
The only thing Gwen could feel was the grass tickling her back as the soft strands of green swayed back and forth like feathers in the wind. Her muscles tensed and released as her chest rose and fell like a fading tide. Her eyes kept blinking and her head kept snapping like a student trying to stay awake in class. Her vision was blurred and broken, the world around her looking like a hellish dreamscape and purples and red and greens all fused together to give birth to new colors. Her lips were twisted into a permanent grimace, pain wracking her whole body. She still hadn't given up but Shay seemed utterly fine with that fact; the longer Gwen lasted, the more fun Shay had.
Shay stood looking down on Gwen, her beautiful eyes twinkling under the blazing sun as her toes slowly twisted in the dirt.
"Jeez Gwen.. You're still not done? I'm starting to think you like this." Shay slowly raised her foot, hovering it in the air like a giant preparing to make a massive stomp. "Funnily enough, I've been looking for a new doormat so I'm quite glad you're here. Let's give you a try shall we?"
Shay stepped forward and Gwen closed her eyes, instinctually flicking her head back and flinching. Shay's foot made touchdown a second later, sliding over Gwen's features like a slimy tentacle as dirt and sweat combined to rub away the Fairy queen's last bit of makeup. Her features were suddenly covered in a thin line of muddy dust that soaked into her pores and stained her features. Shay's long cute toes bit into Gwen's features like fang, wrestling with different parts of her face. Her nose was suddenly locked in a submission by two of Shay's toes, squeezed in between them to the point where she could hardly breath; everytime Gwen spoke she now sounded like an annoying little mosquito that was just begging to be squashed. Shay's heel was bearing down onto Gwen's mouth, pressing down on those tantalizing lips while squeezing out some extra lines of drool.
Gwen could hardly breath, she could hardly speak, instead she was resigned to clenching her eyes as far closed as she could while tasting the dirt that invaded her tongue from Shay's perfect and soft sole.
Shay slowly shook Gwen's head back and forth, gaining full control of the fairy queen's features. She played and pressed before finally she moved her toes to Gwen's cheek and pressed down gently. She watched Gwen's cheeks deflate like a popped balloon, drool spilling from her lips as she stared brokenly out at the courtyard, wishing this hell would end.
Giantess:
Fairies were small, that fact should be obvious but people never really understood how small fairies were until they saw one. Fairies were approximately as tall as half a human hand and most were as slender as dry erase marker. They were extremely tiny creatures which normally led to them being quite careful about how they revealed themselves and who they revealed themselves to. Fairies couldn't grow, it was a rule of the universe many fairies had cursed but it was a rule of the universe nonetheless.
Gwen stared at Shay as she stood above her, her eyes fading in and out as drool bubbled off her lips in droves. She could've sworn that shay was growing, inch by inch as she towered above the ring.
"W-What are you.." Gwen stuttered, her voice failing her.
"Did you really think I was a fairy? Have you ever even SEEN me within your kingdom?" Shay's voice boomed around the courtyard like thunder as she slowly grew and grew like an unmaintained weed. She slowly was beginning to tower above the ring, her feet becoming the majority of the courtyard as a shadow was slowly being cast over Gwen and the rest of the ring. Chaos was beginning to erupt. Plants were crushed under heel, the ropes of the ring snapped and broke, the small blades of grass wept and died as they were crushed underfoot while the garden slowly became a disheveled mess of pulled up flowers and broken stones.
Gwen stared in horror, her lips trembling as she began to backpedal on hands and feet. She slid a few inches before stopping as her body completely gave out.
"Awwh. What's wrong? You done?"
That's when it hit Gwen. Shay was human, she had always been human. It explained everything, her strength, her tendency to be nasty, her rough demeanor, everything. Gwen breathed heavy, panting into the dust ridden air as she stared up the long leg that towered over her. She could see Gwen's face but it was so far away that she couldn't see the majority of her features.
Gwen heard it before she saw it, the sound of blades of grass crunching underfoot as the massive foot slid forward across the grass like a slithering snake. Shay's massive toes opened up like the jaws of a shark and Gwen was far too defeated to do much as they gobbled her up between them. The tows were roughly the same size as her, maybe slightly smaller as they began to twist around her midsection and legs, causing her almost the same amount of pain that a body scissor would. She flet like she was being crushed between two boulders, her body scrunching down like a plushie as the two thick toes grabbed tight to her body and wrestled her around. She screeched and screamed, grabbing tightly to the soft flesh as she pulled and yanked on it to try and free herself desperately but suddenly she was let go, dropped back into the grass like a sack of potatoes.
A rouge hand came down a moment later, massive as it swooped down and picked her up from the grass. Her eyes widened as her wings began to flutter to try and escape but she was far too slow in her already beaten state and the hand grabbed her tightly, lifting her into the air at a breakneck pace. Wind flashed by her hair and sent her eyes wide as she was quickly brought just in front of Shay's face. The big smiling features stared at her with malicious intent as Shay's voice shook Gwen's world.
"Awwh.. You're so cute. The other fairy was cute too, she didn't seem to want to turn me into a fairy though. So.. You gonna give up yet or did you wanna keep this up?" Shay slowly shook Gwen back and forth.
"A-A human can't be Queen Shay! Put me down and stop this madness!" Gwen cried.
"Madness? No.. You fairies just think you're better than everyone else, picking and choosing who you show yourselves too. It's time for someone else to take over, someone who'll make sure that fairies actually do the job they were meant to do; Help people." Gwen's mouth fell slack. Her eye brows raising as Shay said those words. There was no way she was telling the truth.
It didn't matter though, as Shay was clearly done talking. She brought Gwen down and tucked her between her breasts, smashing her into two obs of flesh that overtook her entire body. The thick orbs smothered and smooshed her, smacking back and forth like boulders as they crushed her puny body and caused Gwen to see stars. Sweat drops as big as her head came down and rained onto her form, causing her to taste nothing but salt and drying out her already bruised and beaten skin. She cried. It was too much. This had all been too much. It was time to give. It was time to give up everything she had ever held dear. She tapped, she screeched, she gave up completely and utterly as her tiny hand smacked against the soft flesh.
"I give, I give!" Gwen sounded like the squeak of a mouse. Shay had an idea of what Gwen was saying but she couldn't really hear it. She shrugged. It didn't really matter, she was going to keep the queen of the fairies between her breasts for a little while longer. She wanted to make sure that her new toy was broken completely before she granted her first wish; turning her into queen of the fairies.
