“Sorry again about the clothes. Can we still be friends,” Ariel apologized again with a cute pout. This was her favorite part of the game, earning the trust and then betraying it. She had done it hundreds of times, the most successfully with Jasmine. She had gotten into the slut’s mind and broken her perfectly. Tinkerbell seemed to have more discipline then the princess, but Ariel thought she could do it.

Tinkerbell huffed again, not angry, but not wanting to let the girl off the hook so easily. Finally, after waiting a minute to let her suffer, Tinkerbell looked up into the beautiful girl’s face and smiled, letting out several chimes to let her know they were okay.

“Great! I was scared that I might have upset you, not that I can see why. I’d think someone as cute as you would want to flaunt that sexy body,” Ariel winked, giggling innocently as Tinkerbell blushed and looked bashfully up at her. Normally such a comment would have bothered her, but these few minutes had let her warm up to Ariel. She wasn’t like those clingy innocent little hos Peter was so found of, she didn’t look down on her even though she was a few inches tall. Everyone treated her like a slave, using her pixy dust to help them fly without giving her a kind word. It seemed all her life people were using her and she let them. She had no idea why, but somehow being a toy seemed to be her destiny in life.

Tinkerbell looked at Ariel, not with the curiosity or fear that she had when the girl grabbed her, but now with the same desire she had when she first spotted her. Ariel was gorgeous, Tinkerbell only wished she was her size, seducing Peter would be no problem at all if she was that size. She could smack that home wrecker Wendy around and then tie Peter to his bed and show him one thing adults do that is certainly fun. Just the thought of her one love underneath her body was enough to send jolts of pleasure surging through her.

Ariel spitted the fairy getting more and more horny, obviously her hormones were greatly out of whack after watching her. It seemed to be Ariel’s greatest gift, bringing out a person’s desire. Ursula was a bigger then life woman that sent off a feeling of domination and control, but Ariel could do something else, she could find that suppressed desire and bring it out. It was her gift.

“Let me guess, this Peter guy isn’t taking care of your needs?”

Tinkerbell snorted in frustration, Peter didn’t do anything for her. All she wanted was a little fun that didn’t involve pirates or Indians, but he wouldn’t comply. Just a few minutes in his pants, rubbing herself on him and he’d see the light, but that Wendy bitch would kill her. Like wasn’t fair.

“I know what you mean, my mis…lover sometimes forgets me. Luckily I can take care of myself.” Tinkerbell nodded again, knowing all too well how to take care of her own problems. Her fingers were still sore from masturbating over her time trapped under Peter’s cock. She could still taste that thick cream, covering her like a blanket and the flesh pushing down on her until she was nearly crushed. It had been so exotic.

The fairy seemed to be in her own world now, which was perfect for Ariel. All it would take was a simple suggestion and she’d fall into her web. “I can help you with your problem right now, if you want me to?”

That woke Tinkerbell from her daydreams about cocks bigger then her. She stared at Ariel in surprise, unsure of what to do. She was horny as hell, having nearly gotten to an orgasm after watching Ariel do her own fingering, but was that enough to betray Peter? The thought of Peter returned Tinkerbell’s anger. She wasn’t betraying him, she couldn’t betray someone that wasn’t interested in her as anything but a tool. Screw him, a little fun between some ladies wouldn’t hurt anyone. Looking up at Ariel’s broad face, Tinkerbell nodded eagerly and gave her a suggestive smirk. She was in for a little fun.