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Rated: GC · Short Story · Contest Entry · #1814519
It's not what you wish for, but where you make the wish that is important.
She walked into the clearing, her place to think. A girl of 18 in what felt like a village of women. She had finished school, she could leave the village. But leaving scared her, towns and cities filled with people who she didn't know, whom she would never know.

She hoped the clearing would provide answers; it was where her inspiration came from. She slipped  off shoes, her sundress skimmed over the tips of blades gently stirred by the wind.

Finding a place that looked comfy she lay on soft grass looking at the sky. Thoughts of cities flew through her mind, the hustle and bustle of crowds. Fear of the unknown began to turn the thoughts dark.

She forced her mind to different topics, it fell to men. She wished to be held in the arms of a man. Hands pushed down her own body, feeling hot skin through thin cotton. Sun warmed her body from above, her imagination warmed her from within. Fingers drew up the hem of the dress.

She opened her eyes as the breeze carried gentle laughter. She scanned the clearing, but saw no-one. She closed her eyes and went back to the daydream, deciding the laugh was her imagination.

The hem rose higher, fingers crept between smooth thighs. Fingertips delved into her moist crevice. The wind brought the feint sound of laughter again, she squeezed her eyes shut to ignore it.

Slipping up to her hot bud her fingers drove the auditory hallucinations from her mind. Her mouth opened as her breathing became harder, breath escaping into summer.

Multiple voices laughed. She opened her eyes; the laughter didn't stop. She slowly pulled her hand out from beneath the dress. The clearing was still empty, yet she felt a crowd surrounded her. Her morning was ruined. She rolled onto her front to get up. She froze, before her, barely 5 inches tall hovered a creature.

It exuded light making it impossible for her to focus, making it nothing more than a yellow ball of light. The light began to fade, she could make out details, a tiny person with lace wings. The light faded to just a glow and she was left staring at a naked woman,

Lying on her front she waited open mouthed, before her a fairy waved at her. A buzzing from beside her made her turn to find another naked fairy, glowing green.

She looked around to find a a swarm of fairies, each with a different colour glow, all female, all naked. One flew at her, a quick darting movement. Tiny hands placed on either side of her lips and then the tiniest kiss. Fairies flew at her, she felt their hands on her skin.

Hands closed round the straps of her dress, pulling them across her shoulders. Rolling onto her back she gave in to the dream.

The dress moved, pulled down to reveal bare breasts. She lifted her body to let the dress be dragged down by the flying women. Naked she lay in the grass, the midday sun on her.

Small hands pressed against naked flesh. Tiny lips pressed against her, light touches that tickled her skin. She giggled as they landed on her, walking over her warm body.

One slowly made its way round her navel, heading down to between her legs. Hands brushed through fine hair above her loins as it knelt. Minuscule fingers gripped at her flesh, parting her soft lips.

The tongue that reached out for her would have been almost too small to see, but as it licked at her bud it made her call out. Another fairy slipped between her legs, feet pressed into wet flesh as it climbed between her lips to lick at the pulsating bud from beneath.

Fairies climbed her breasts reaching for hard nipples. She found her body being excited by the whole swarm, some flying round and darting in to kiss exposed flesh then flying back to watch. All of them seemed to derive pleasure from her arousal.

Her head fell to the side, grass caressed her cheek. Her eyes slowly focused on dark shapes in the grass, toadstools. She found herself in a ring of them, a childhood warning flashed through her mind: “Don't make wishes in fairy circles.”

Her thoughts were soon dragged from superstition as her body convulsed. She cried out and the fairies joined her in her cry. Her orgasm came as a surprise to her as her body screamed with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.

Slowly the orgasm drained from her till all that was left was a warm sensation between her legs. Then she noticed the ground vibrating, slowly the patch she was lying on began to sink. As she descended into the ground, the top of the hole surrounded by toadstools.

The yellow fairy that she had first seen landed on her chest, lips curled into a smile. “There are many creatures that will enjoy you, before you become his.”

“Who?” The word came out as a whisper as the patch of light above shrank.

The laughter that came in response was cruel and mocking. She closed her eyes, willing herself to wake up.

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