Queen Ariana was not loved by her people, but she was feared, and that was good enough for her. She was tall and thin, and took great care to look beautiful for all her kingdom to keep it strong. She was a sort to demand obedience just by her presence, intimidating but lovely and graceful. She was, of course, selfish and vain, and focused no her kingdom above all else, with only herself placed above its prosperity. This left little pity for her neighbors, and her plans for the nearby woods clearly had little concern for the populace.
There was little Ariana considered of value there. The old crone lived just within the forest's edge, giving potions and blessings to the good folk that visited her, and curses on the cruel and foolish passerby, or so they said. If she was so wise, she would know to move out of the way when the queen sent her woodsmen to clear it down for her new palace.
Then there was the beasts of the woods. A few bears and deer, of course, but they'd scare off easily enough. The same went for the fairies; they were tiny, four-inch tall flying fae and as weak as they looked. Word has reached the crone of the plans, which she'd passed along to them, and they'd sent their queen to meet the human as soon as she could.
"You must understand!" she pleaded, flittering about the queen's private chambers. "It's not just our home! We need the magic of the woods to live!"
The queen regarded her mirror casually. "Frail little things, aren't you? You need that bunch of ugly trees to survive?"
"The one great tree. It's the source of our magic."
"Ah yes, that one," Ariana noted with a nod. "I'd heard such a thing." The fairy queen looked a bit hopeful to hear that she understood. "Good to know that it's true. I had plans to suck the magic out of the overgrown weed and turn it into something useful. I think I know just the spell to compact all that into a crystal that will give me ten time more power than the simple magic I have now."
The fairy was speechless, and soon realized she'd have to return to her little folk a failure.
"We have to protect our home... right?" chirped Holly, one of the younger of their spokesmen. They all knew there were only 50 of them all together, and each of them weaker than a child.
"But we'd be wiped out!" yelped one of the elder fairies.
"We're wiped out if we don't!" added another.
"What of the elves?" Ivy spoke up hopefully, as their entire number gathered around their meeting stump. "They're old and good friends of ours! They could protect such a small forest easily! She'd never take a single tree without their vengeance!"
There was some excited chatter from the gathered council, but the queen spoke up. "We would never make it. The elves are far away, and we cannot cover the miles between us." The fairies slumped again, knowing the same problem arose; they couldn't go for than a few days away from the tree, let alone the weeks it would take their tiny forms to reach elven country. Even if they could last long enough to reach them, the queen could put her plan into action at any time before they got back.
"Even the good crone?" one of them asked hopefully.
"She can barely walk to the kingdom and back for food, on a good day," the queen sighed. "Gods know she'd try, though."
"Yes, she'd go and die for our sake... and here we whimper in the dark," huffed Ruby-eye, one of the tougher of the fairies. She had even startled off one of the young bears when he wandered too close to their home.
The fairies were quiet for a bit after that comment, Holly finally piping up. "Then we make the queen listen..."
Their queen shrugged slightly. "We have no way to know if she'll stand by her word."
"Then we make her send a messenger to the elves! Then she'll have no choice but to leave us alone. The elves are fast and strong enough that even her proud kingdom would fall in a sea of arrows."
The fairies started to perk up at this talk, finally reaching their decision. There was no other way to reach help, so they would have to engage her themselves. A small team would be sent in the night to make her listen, even if by force. They engaged in their traditional ritual for choosing who would go, and the ancient Straws of Drawing were called upon.
And so things went. The queen went for a council for advice from the crone, learning all the weaknesses she could about humans to pass on to her few little troops. The crone and queen gave the four their blessing, and Twinkle, Figleaf, Holly, and Stardust fluttered out of the woods, making a beeline for the queen's bedroom. Stardust took a dagger to the wooden frame, chipping and scraping away until a short minute later, she had a large splint of it removed about the size of a doorstop. It was still big enough for them to fold up their wings and slip through the crack.
When they arrived, she was already fast asleep in her silky gown, tucked under her blankets. The fairies spread out around the room. It was elegant and full of various hiding spots, from the curtains to the fireplace, to the shiny vanity and mirror. There was a stocked sewing kit and other simple household commodities around the room, and a few small things left around for the maid to tend to her room for her when she visited daily.
"Target sighted," whispered Figleaf, holding her hands in front of her eyes like binoculars and peeking up from her hiding spot. The underwear in the drawer poked up from its neatly folded position with Figleaf just beneath it. Stardust poked her head up beside her, giving her a playful swat to the back of the head before they fluttered in. They had the best that any of them could manage for fairy weapons, which given their size was mostly just household human objects anyway.
The two vanished under the sheets, their movement barely detectable to a watchful eye by watching the slinking bumps on the surface of the blanket. Holly and Twinkle fluttered quietly up to the top of the bed, sitting at the top of the queen's broad cleavage. They waited patiently until Stardust and Figleaf reached their target; what the crone had called the "pussy," the spot where the legs met and were wrapped up in more dark silk.
Stardust motioned at Figleaf, counting down from three before they both charged forward and kicked together right into the queen's genitals. Their feet sunk in up to the ankle, not as impressive as it sounded at their size, but it was still enough to such a tender area that Queen Ariana jolted upright in her bed, grabbing at her crotch as the fairies retreated from their target. She coughed weakly before she looked down, furiously leering at the two fairies standing expectantly on her bosom.
"Good evening, your highness," Twinkle said, tiny fists on her hip.
The queen scowled back at them furiously and made an instinctive swipe of her hand across her jiggling chest to brush them off, though the two fairies easily stayed afloat and righted themselves in midair just in front of her. "You?! What are you little gnats doing here? In MY chambers, no less!" she huffed indignantly.
"Don't like it when people come into your home uninvited, do ya?!" Stardust barked at her, poking her head out from under the bedsheets. It seemed to do little but get a briefly puzzled look from the queen.
"You won't listen to reason, or common decency," Twinkle said, folding her arms across her tiny chest. "So here's our final offer." She pointed at the dresser by the window, where a neatly wrapped scroll was waiting, written out for them by the crone. "You deliver that to the elves out north. It says everything about your plan for us and our forest, and I think you know what that means if you go through with it."
The queen went wide-eyed for a moment. Her political sway wasn't quite what she wanted it to be yet, so she couldn't expect to raise an army large enough to stand against the elves, especially not quickly. But her eyes narrowed again against them. She was a wicked, vain, and temperamental, but she stayed a clever woman.
"That's because you couldn't do it yourselves, isn't it?" she hissed. Holly's wings twitched, but they didn't answer. The queen leaned over to sneer at them, managing to make even this look beautiful in a dark, venomous kind of way. "And what if I don't?" she jeered casually. "Am I to fear the wrath of a literal handful of pests? Will you hide my stockings and send your pet butterflies at me? Don't make me laAAH!"
Holly twitched suddenly, punching her right in the eye. She was tiny and light, so the punch was more like a poke. It still got a startled yelp out of the queen, who leapt out of bed holding the aching eye. "You little wretches!" she raged, swinging wildly as the fairies quickly scattered through the room and buzzed around her. What they lacked in size they made up for with speed, leaving the queen clumsily fighting with what was essentially a small swarm of angry hummingbirds.
The queen grabbed for one of them wildly, but she zipping a bit higher out of her reach. Figleaf darted in behind her, throwing a stinging kick into her ass. "OW! You dirty little vermin! Sit still!" the queen fumed. She turned and swung a backhand that narrowly missed the tiny target, though she saw Twinkle dive under her arm and land in the fireplace, long since cooled for the warm night. Twinkle pulled at her hair from behind, but the queen shook her head to toss her off, grabbing a poker by the fireplace. "I'd always heard that fairies hated iron. Let's find out," she hissed hatefully.
She swung once, though their spokesfairy hopped briskly to one side and it resulted in nothing but a sharp clang. The queen swung it again, only to miss a second time, so she lashed out with her hand to grab her. As she had to lean in to snatch her, Twinkle sucked in a deep breath and blew out hard, blasting the ash and soot into the queen's pale and lovely face. The fey all shared a bright giggle as she wiped her features, coughing and eyes watering from the foul substance. She stumbled blinded as Stardust gave a sharp whistle, speeding around her waist as she turned. She’d paid special attention when the crone had told them about the weak spots on humans, and intended to exploit them all, no matter how strange.
Stardust flicked up the light skirt of the queen’s bedclothes, darting up and flying straight up behind her legs. She threw a punch up between her plump royal cheeks, the flying uppercut penetrating her tender arse as she let out a sharp yowl of surprise and pain. She spun and grabbed her ass quickly, letting Startdust pop back out of her and giggle.“Try sitting on your throne with that now!” she teased, ignoring the queen's pained howls. Ariana spun around, angrily grabbing Stardust in one massive (relatively, anyway) fist.
"You disgusting little monsters," she growled, the toughest of the fairies' troop helpless as she tried to squirm out if her regal fingers. She was too caught up in maintaining her grip on the wriggling fairy when Twinkle and Holly buzzed in from either side and kicked squarely at the tip of her right breast, crushing her nipple between their flying kicks. Ariana yelped and let go of her captive to clutch her chest, swatting at her tiny attackers like pesky flies. They scattered off, leaving Figleaf to duck under the hem of her nightgown. As she stomped around chasing the others, Figleaf flittered quietly up her legs before grabbing onto pubic hair, letting herself drop as she hung onto the dark curls.
An even higher shriek came out of the queen, stumbling to a stop and pawing at her groin. Figleaf swung and leaned this way and that to avoid her grasp, which lead to her tugging and twisting the tender hairs that much more. Ariana was too caught up trying to catch her pussy's assailant to watch her step very well, tripping over a pair of her polished shoes and loudly thumping her head on her bedstand. She collapsed with a meaty thump, but her slow writhing and groaning assured the fairies she was not truly taken down just yet.
Twinkle whistled as she hovered over the stunned queen, the other three fairies rallying to her. "Alright, time to teach her a lesson in humility," she ordered, drawing the sharpened sewing needle she'd carried at her hip like a sabre. The others drew similar implements, and dove down onto the queen. The sliced and snipped, the queen's witless and mumbled responses assuring them that they didn't pierce her skin. They took their spikes and blades to the strings and joints of her dress in a flurry of movement, finally flying back up when they were finished. The queen looked down as they giggled at her, seeing that she was left with her sleepwear in tatters on the floor. She was left in nothing but her panties by the time she got her wits about her, staring groggily down at herself.
"I hadn't heard a tale of the empress's' new clothes before!" taunted Figleaf, Ariana scrambling to her feet furiously.
"Still not ready to talk this out?" Twinkle demanded, though her tone sounding pretty pleased with herself at the situation.
"I am going to crush you little vermin and have pixie dust over my breakfast," Ariana shouted at them. The ruckus would go largely unnoticed, since her room was up high in her tower. There was only one way a person could have gotten in, and the door several floors below was well-guarded. She hadn’t counted on flying invaders, or that the guards would be so far below that they missed the whole commotion. If she were thinking straight she might have regretted it, but at this point she'd rather do the hated little folk with her bare hands.
She lunged for the nearest fairy, only to find that tackling proved entirely impractical for something of their size. Stardust easily darted around her big clumsy body, jabbing her sharp little crystal dagger into her areola with time to spare. Ariana shrieked and spun around, covering her huge breasts as if modesty were a concern for her. Her eyes darted trying to pinpoint one of them again, finally catching sight of Holly darting under the bridge of her legs.
Ariana stomped the ground beneath her, hoping to catch the darting little fairy underfoot. It took some sharp turns and careful flying, but she avoided every step. With her holding Ariana's attention, Twinkle was able to land on all fours on top of the queen's perky, panty-clad ass. Twinkle leaned down as her legs parted to stomp again, biting into the flesh of her tender ass cheek.
The queen yowled and jumped straight into the air, grabbing her bottom and turning wildly as she tried to catch the offending fairy. She darted back away, only for Holly to dive in and deliver a high-speed punch into her pussy. It was far from an adult's blow, or even a child, but it still shocked Queen Ariana into gasping the air from her lungs, mouth hanging open stupidly as she cupped her pussy. The others quickly followed Holly's lead, their sparkling streaks painting lines through the air before colliding with the queen's breasts, belly, and ass with kicks and punches and jabs of their sharp little weapons.
It all left Ariana rapidly jerking and dancing about from their invasive strikes, taking wild swings at her graceful targets only to miss again and again. Twinkle and Figleaf broke off to yank her pillowcase from one of her overstuffed pillows, flying over her and stuffing her head inside the improvised hood.
Ariana's muffled cries of rage came from inside, one wild swing managing to tag Holly and pin her to a nearby wall. The others gasped at the sight of her being trapped, the threat of being squished imminent. Twinkle quickly darted down, grabbing and yanking down Ariana's panties, nodding to the others. Figleaf floated down, punching squarely into her royal anus hard enough that her tiny fist buried up to the wrist inside her.
"AWW!" The queen let out a guttural groan at the intrusive fisting, letting go of Holly and jumping sharply enough that her breasts mashed into the stone wall. Holly quickly darted out of the way, letting the other three gather behind the shocked queen. Twinkle and Stardust pinched and pulled apart the queen's asscheeks, exposing her asshole for Figleaf to deliver deeper and harder punches into the tender muscle. Even the queen trembled from the penetrating punishment, hands bracing against the wall for a few seconds before she could regroup and push off, the fey scattering once again.
"Get back here, you little cowards!" Ariana growled, pulling off the pillowcase and looking around furiously. Her cheeks shone red from their punishment, visibly marked with fairy bites and pricks from their weapons. She scoured the room with leering eyes, managing to spot Holly scampering into a mouse hole. At her size she could barely reach a finger inside, Holly leaning back against the far side of the hole and escaping her reach. A nearby mouse looked at the fairy quizzically, and she gave it a "shush" motion with a finger to her lips before it went back to tediously cleaning itself.
Arian realized her search was turning up nothing, crouching low enough that her breasts touched the floor as she scowled into the mousehole with one eye, seeing the faintly glowing Holly inside. "You can't hide in there forever, you pesky runt! And once I get my hands on you, you're dead, you hear me!?"
Holly rubbed her hands together firmly, as if fretting in the corner of her hole, but she suddenly lashed out and punched her squarely in the eye. The queen gave a shrill scream as she slid back, still stooped low as she rubbed the sore eye. Her hands were busy wiping the aching socket when Stardust flew in under her legs, standing just below her loosely opened womanhood. She could see the biggest weak spot of all blooming there, her clitoris thick and soft and a flesh red like a crown jewel near the peak of her inner folds.
Stardust planted her feet on the stone floor below and sent a sharp punch into the little cluster of nerves, crushing the tender bud flat against her pubic bone with the blow. Queen Ariana could only let out a horrified gasp at the impact, frozen on all fours. Stardust grinned with pride as she shot a few more tiny fists into her fleshy gem, sending it bouncing around as if her clitoris was her personal punching bag.
Stardust finally wound up and delivered one big blow into the tip of her clit, letting the tender organ flap against her puffy pussy lips. The queen fell clumsily forward, face planting on the ground as she clutched her aching twat rather than hold herself up.
"Had enough?" Stardust boasted, puffing up her tiny chest. The queen grabbed for her, the little warrior knowing well enough when to yelp and flutter back from the reach of her furious enemy. Her nails scratched and chipped uselessly on the stone instead, failing to see where the other three of the fae had gone. They had been focusing on the cleaning implements left behind for the maids, staying close together and focusing on the broom. It shone with a faint light and slowly floated up into the air as they got their magic aligned with one another. By the time the queen could even consider getting back up, the trio had the broom levitating up behind her and whacking its handle rapidly across her ass cheeks.
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" The beating drew screams from the queen as just fast as they could swing it, mixing with the loud CRACK of each hit. Her ass was quickly paddled red, and her cries rang out like a wailing baby. When they'd nearly exhausted their magic for the moment, Twinkle gave a rotating motion with her hand. The others mimicked the gesture, turning the broomstick to align with the stunned queen, who was left holding her red apple of a bottom. With one more firm thrust, they buried the broom’s handle as far as it would go up her asshole.
Ariana's screams reached a whole new level of volume and pitch at the sudden anal invasion. She leapt to her feet, the broom dragging and sweeping behind her like a big ugly tail. The fairies cracked up at the sight, watching the queen awkwardly bounce around before carefully (and clearly uncomfortably) pulling the giant pole out from her backside.
"I'd always heard the queen had a rod up her ass," snickered Holly. "Now I know what they meant!"
The queen was absolutely furious by now, as well as covered in various tiny bruises, scratches, pinpricks, and other minor injuries she'd acquired in the miniature assault. She turned back to them red-faced, shouting wordlessly in her rage as she lunged for them. The fey scattered once again, leaving her grabbing in every direction wildly. One buzzed past her shoulder and tapped the back of it, making her whirl around too quickly and slam her toes into the nightstand. She cried out in alarm, falling back onto the bed holding her foot.
As she laid back with her legs parted, it was easy pickings for Figleaf to drop down and land on top of her widespread crotch. The diving stomp had Ariana flop as if she'd been punched in the belly. Figleaf didn't stop there, kneeling down in the middle of her pussy so that her feet dipped inside her fleshy folds. Figleaf balled up her little fists and started punching straight into her clitoris until it was bouncing around, crushed repeatedly into the back of the queen's pussy.
She howled in pain, gripping the bedsheets as if in the throes of passion with a wild lover, even if the opposite was the case. Twinkle and Holly dove down as well, though each landing on one of her pillowy breasts, wrapping their arms around her nipples and flapping their wings, pulling up as hard as they could manage and stretching her gorgeous rack upward. Stardust floated to the edge of the bed, throwing kicks between her jiggling buttcheeks to ram her toes into her anus over and over, overstimulating the queen between the four of them into a screaming mess.
"Give up and we let go!" shouted Twinkle over the shrieks of pain and confusion.
"Th-th... that's... enough!" she roared, suddenly clamping her thighs together. They bounced back quickly, but it was enough to rattle Figleaf and Stardust into a dizzied retreat. She sat up quickly, Holly managing to zip away but the queen managing to catch Twinkle in her hand. The fairies gasped as their default leader was captured, only made worse when the queen stood up and struck a match, using it to light the candle by her bedside.
"I have had my fill of you little pests," she hissed, spraying outraged spittle between her clenched teeth at them. She held her hand out over the candle, letting Twinkle thrash and kick as she held onto her wings with two fingers. "You leave my castle and stay in your rotten little mushrooms or whatever you call a home. Otherwise I roast this one alive!"
"Nooo!" Stardust and Figleaf cried, fidgeting in midair and not daring to charge her again. Ariana sneered back at them confidently. "That's right. Now you see who's in power here. I wouldn't... wait, weren't there four of you?" She finally caught on, not noticing the smaller Holly duck under the blankets. Neither did she notice when she caught the matchstick she'd dropped. Or how she quietly whispered her spells to the wood, reawakening the fire from its slumber to reignite.
"...what's that smell?" she queen asked warily.
"A bushfire..." Figleaf muttered before she couldn't contain her grin any longer. The burning sensation fully reached the Ariana's skin, realizing that Holly had lit her pubic hair on fire. She screamed and released Twinkle, who quickly flew away from the candlestick, standing up and slapping at her bush to try and douse the fire as she accepted the beating of her own pussy a small price for not burning her entire privates.
Stardust gave a quick whistle, cuing Holly to pass her off the smoking but doused matchstick. She flew around behind the queen, returning to her favorite target as she jabbed the still hot match into the puckered flesh of her asshole. The queen shrieked even higher, turning wildly as Stardust abandoned the scorching stick, leaving it stuck inside her oversized foe to grab and pluck at delicately.
She pawed at herself before finally getting the last of the burning embers out of her holes, glaring around the room with angry tears in her eyes from all the accumulating pain and fatigue. It was only made worse when Figleaf popped into view, a quick surge of magic spraying more pixie dust in a blast of light and powder stinging her eyes. Ariana let out a wordless shriek of confusion as she rubbed at her eyes, Holly and Figleaf diving between her legs and grabbing both of her lightly singed pussy lips, digging their heels into her mound and pulling to stretch them out painfully. Their bodies prevented the queen from fully crossing her legs, and they only made matters worse for her when Holly leaned in to bite the fleshy folds of one of her lips. Figleaf pinched the other, holding it open as she jabbed her metal pin repeatedly into the pink flesh of Ariana's lips like a psychotic piercing ritual.
The distraction let Stardust lift up the small candlestick, still lit from the royal pain's earlier threat. She flapped her wings hard to hold her balance, then rammed the hot tip up the queen's ass from behind. There was a quick sizzling noise as the moist opening smothered the flame, but she still gave a mad shriek from the hot, waxy intrusion. Her hips bucked wildly, the Holly and Figleaf holding on while biting and jabbing away.
This left her womanhood wide open, and with the opportunity before her, Twinkle dove up and hugged the center of Ariana's crotch. With the others holding her womanhood wide open for her, she was able to get a solid grip and take the tip of her clit into her mouth before biting down with her sharp little teeth.
Ariana ran screaming away from it, and didn't stop since neither did Twinkle. Her feet tangled suddenly with the disheveled bedsheets, stumbling out of control until her face smashed into the stone wall in front of her, staggering a pace or two back before she fully collapsed, planting her plump ass into a chair in an unconscious heap.
"Is she getting up?" Figleaf pried. The four had gathered on top of the queen's belly and breasts in her slumped position.
Twinkle listened at one of her giant breasts. "She's still alive, that's for sure," she reported. "But who knows how long she'll be."
Stardust sighed and rolled her eyes. "She'll take forever, that lazybones. How much do humans sleep anyway?"
"Can we wake her up?" Holly offered. "We don't want anyone to find us like this, or else we wasted the whole mission."
"There isn't any water," Twinkle noted, searching the room.
"Well we don't need it, really," noted Stardust. The others looked to her, and she picked up Holly's sharpened sewing needle and shoved it into her grasp. "Just hit her 'on' button."
Holly looked at her spike for a moment, then grinned and nodded. She fluttered back between the queen's legs, sitting before her groin and considering her target before she flew off again. The fairies looked at her oddly, but then giggled as she returned from the window, holding the larger wooden splinter that Stardust had torn from the window to get in. She flew up a few inches, then charged in, jabbing as fast as she could. The staking of the queen’s cunt scraped at the flesh of her clitoris and pussy lips.
The queen rose bolt upright and screamed at the top of her lungs, only for Holly to float up to eye level and sock her in the eye, putting her back flat in the chair.
"Enough of that," Holly snapped. "That got pretty old about the twentieth time you did it!" The queen recoiled from the single fairy, let alone all four of them as they regrouped in front of her.
"So, you were able to sleep on it," Twinkle continued. "Did you reconsider our offer?"
The queen nodded frantically, her aching, dizzy body quivering under the fairies. "Yes! I will! I accept!" she blurted quickly. "Anything you say!"
"You'll send our message to the elves?" Twinkle asked warily, and she nodded again. "And that means you'll leave our forest alone?" Another curt nod. "Okay!" Twinkle chirped happily, floating up and taking the queen's little finger, shaking it with her tiny hands. "Pleasure to do business with you, your highness."
"And I'm sure you won't mind if a few of us stay here for the night," added Figleaf. "You know, enjoy a bit of breakfast and make sure that message goes out like it's supposed to."
"Of course!" she queen insisted with a weak smile.
"Perfect! We're so glad you listen to reason, and that the little folk can count on the queen for such things." Twinkle floated up and patted the queen on the head with a tiny hand. "Sleep well, m'lady, knowing the fairies watch over you," she assured, fluttering off as Stardust and Holly perched on her windowsill, where they'd see the morning messenger ride off with their scroll towards the elves the next day.
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