Chapter 518: The Pixie Challenge

I only took a few seconds to familiarize myself with this prototype jet and then got myself in the air. Over the radio, I began getting instructions on what they wanted me to test and asked me to give them my observations. As I pushed it up toward Mach-3, I began to feel that the plane couldn’t handle that speed. I gave them the details of when it felt stable and when it seemed something would fail. I pushed it through various maneuvers at different speeds to provide their desired data. I landed on a long airstrip in the middle of nowhere.

The thirty-foot razor wire fences implied this wasn’t a tiny regional airport. I did see multiple aircraft parked there, so at least this wasn’t a completely random place.

Armed men and women emerged from underground bunkers after I shut off the plane. They ran me through a checklist of questions twice before saying I could depart. I got the gear from the storage compartment and went to where they directed me.

“I’m The Pixie,” I heard a female voice say from behind me.

I turned, expecting something different than I had found.

Standing there was a petite, tall, naked young woman, though not all that surprising given the thousands of girls and women I have seen over the last four years. Her skin had a lightish-blue tint. Both eyes were light hot pink. The most striking part was that the hair on her head was green, purple, and blue. Whisps of yellow, pink, and green came from around her pussy. Her nipples were a pastel purple. She saw where I looked and got one ankle up next to her ears. Her pussy lips, inside and out, were a bold yellow, not a jaundiced yellow.

I saw her nipples pucker, clit poke out, and pussy lips plump up slightly as I watched. As her first bit of juice began to flow, her skin changed toward a pale emerald color. It began to shine as a thin layer of sweat coated her skin.

We are alone and unmonitored.

I slipped out of my flight suit, as I never wore anything under it, per design. The Pixie’s eyes began to glow pink as she locked her eyes on my dick. Her skin continued to change color as she sucked me hard and took all nine inches into her mouth and throat. When she got me to cum, her skin had changed into what looked almost like a red-headed pale pink.

It was clear this woman was an expert at getting guys hard. She continued to change her skin color and is now a muted Tony the Tiger orange.

“Gently, please,” she whispered as she laid on the table at a perfect dick height for me. “Agent Summers said that if anyone could enter me, it would be you. Hundreds of others have tried, and my body refuses to let them penetrate me even slightly. It isn’t something in my mind because I had wanted to mate with so many men, my body was ready for sex, and yet my pussy squeezed closed as if glued shut. There is something magical about you, David. My body is telling me to have you mate with me. I think you may be my only lover it will ever permit.”

Orange began to radiate outward from her pussy as I rubbed my dick head through her yellow folds to get it wet. I took my time to start pushing into her. Ripples of red radiated out from her pussy whenever my pushing in caused her pain. Gentle pressure would no longer open her any wider for my dick. I used the place in my head to block the pain as I jammed through her thick yellow cherry. Her body still radiated red. Not wanting to prolong the discomfort, I short-stroked until I was balls deep within her and then started kissing her. The Pixie’s pussy was hyper-sensitive to pain, and we had to kiss for a while before I unblocked it.

“Agent Summers has no idea that your magic is not imaginary,” she told me. “Please, I’ve needed to be with a male since my body completed the transformation into an adult centuries ago. We can talk about me after you put your seed inside me,” she told me.

Her first orgasm from sex was beyond any of her expectations. Her body began to glow as she reached her peak. When she came, it pulsed out in almost blindingly bright flashes. That lasted for nearly four minutes as I continued to fuck her. Each subsequent orgasm was as intense for her but only changed the color of the faint glow. As my need to cum built, I noticed that each time I thrust into her, it sent out a ripple of the next shade in the rainbow. Her body changed to bright pulses of color as we worked toward a shared orgasm.

She didn’t have any signs of having ovulated, ovaries, or even eggs inside her. Now she has hundreds.

I found thousands of tiny spikes that didn’t penetrate my shield. They held my dick in place and made me empty the sperm from my balls. I couldn’t get soft or pull out. The place in my head was rapidly making more sperm, taking my balls into a time bubble to do it so I could fire more in The Pixie.

The hundreds of eggs turned into thousands, and then tens of thousands. I fertilized them all. Once my sperm wasn’t required, the spikes let my dick go, but I wanted to fuck until nothing her body could do would keep me from going limp.

“We have to dress and go now, like right now,” The Pixie told me.

I saw no one outside and nothing except one of the ultra-fast jets. I saw no other planes or any signs of anyone that had been here not long before. We got in our flight suits before hurrying to get on the plane. The Pixie gave me a specific set of coordinates and directions to approach. We had an hour of flying to reach that place, and that was at over Mach-5.

“My father wasn’t what humans call a Pixie but were more of a hybrid between a Fairy and Pixie. Just on the edge of womanhood, he had a human girl be his surrogate mother. Instead of only five inches tall, he was born at two pounds, with everything fully developed as expected for a human baby. He appeared to be an albino child, so no one questioned it when he grew nearly transparent white hair or was only three feet tall. Puberty gave him a one-foot-long, average girth dick, which made him odd, as he could suck much of his dick. You can imagine his popularity in freak shows since he also had blue cum. I’m the result of him breeding with what may have been a human-pixie hybrid. She died in childbirth when bringing me into the world,” The Pixie explained. “The girl’s family took me in. Dad had fucked thousands of human women and teenagers, but none ever got pregnant. The girl didn’t even know how she got pregnant as she didn’t remember ever having sex with my dad, who was long gone by that time. I looked like a human child, so no one ever questioned it. I have aged and developed as a human as well. The day I had my first period, my body began transforming into how you see me now. I created enough of a stir that it brought my dad to the area. He told me my mother was the only one he could ever remember by name and the pleasures they shared each time he came into town.”

She got quiet when I had to make unexpected flight changes to dodge flying into the middle of a tense standoff between two countries trying to force the other to shoot first. They played cat and mouse in the air as each flew into the other’s airspace.

Once back on course, The Pixie told me, “He knew I was his daughter immediately and quickly arranged with my grandparents to take me away with him to keep from causing them trouble. I spent a hundred and twenty-two years in the freak shows with him. Men would pay a fortune to bring me to climax to see if they could be the ones to pop my cherry. The men loved seeing me change colors as I got aroused, came, and then returned to blue. My part of the take was always more than half. Anyone, man or boy, who came in to try to part my yellow pussy and pop my cherry could only bring in their coin purses, and nothing else. Leaving hard and having no signs of them getting off would show that they failed to make me a woman. The men walking from my room with a wet, limp cock, with cum oozing out of the tip kept them from being disgraced, so they paid me well to ensure they left looking well fucked. Those with gold burning a hole in their pockets could negotiate fucking my ass, but it was not cheap. I did learn to love cum from it, so that was a plus for me.”

This place reminds me a lot of the weather witch’s island.

While The Pixie gave me minute course corrections to get to this place, my implant enhanced my vision, showing me the corridor, speeds, and altitudes needed. I landed on a hard-packed field.

“Before we go anywhere, I want you to understand that Pixies, Fairies, and similar creatures from stories aren’t anything like you’ve heard. The beings in the Celtic stories of old are hybrids from the mating of fairies, pixies, and sprites tens of thousands of years ago. All are sterile females between eight and ten inches tall. They reach full maturity in days, but their bodies never age, and they are immune to everything but natural disasters and predators, including humans. Part of their long lives is the ability to go into a form of hibernation. They do this inside what appears to be a rock. Sometimes they will sleep for a thousand years at a time. Humans continuously disturb their rest, which makes them cranky. They don’t have what people think of magical powers, but they have thousands of years of knowledge. A kid with a net captured the last one I’ve seen. He trapped her in a birdcage for years until he found he could make money letting people see her. She learned how to speak human languages and could converse when she chose. Ones like her could fly with the wings that grew from their bodies.”

It seemed that what remained of pixies and fairies were here in this isolated place you could not find unless guided here. Out of fantasy, there were only certain times when the moon, planets, and Earth were in the correct alignment to allow entry.

I helped her from the plane, and she said, “Please undress. We must bathe to remove the smell from our world.”

With no need to hide what I am, I vaporized everything foreign off our bodies once we were naked.

Immediately we had what looked like butterflies and multi-colored bees all around us. They started landing on me, sticking to my shield with a microscopic layer of a glue-like substance on the surface of their legs.

“Hold out your hand,” The Pixie said.

What children’s books and movies describe as a fairy landed in my hand when I did. She had bee-like wings and was entirely naked. My implant magnified her until I saw her as if she were the size of a human. I watched it look at me hard, turn to The Pixie, and then look at me again. I could see its face turning red in anger.

One close to ten inches tall flew over to land in the same hand. This one wasn’t nude. It wore a thin covering that didn’t hide anything. It walked up to my shoulder and sat down near my ear.

In a musical voice, the creature said, “I appreciate the ride back from that hell where you live. It has been seventy years since I last tried to return and failed. I saw you look me over. From your point of view, I am a female of my kind. People on Earth called me Fee. She is the equivalent of a human girl who has not yet matured to become fertile. Her name is Tymeriadranicholitapearl. She will happily deal with you calling her Ty. I love seeing her throwing a tantrum because you aren’t hearing her. She doesn’t understand human languages, but you know all our languages. You already know that you are an oddity in your world. I have seen those similar to you over the time humans have existed. They became consumed with their power, and that led to their downfall. You are kind and question yourself about abusing your power.”

She talked for fifteen minutes as Ty got angrier. When Ty started biting and kicking me, Fee said to push Ty face down into my hand and tap her on the bottom a few dozen times.

Ty was angry, embarrassed, and crying at the same time. Ty tried to fly away, but I put my finger on her head to keep her from going anywhere. I hadn’t been listening, and when she started yelling at me, my shield noted her thoughts bouncing off it.

I linked into her mind and heard all the thoughts bouncing around there. She was as horny as any pre-menstrual teen human, even if Ty was close to two hundred years old. She sensed The Pixie’s thousands of fertilized eggs, which got her wanting to find out how I could do that for her. Add in her trying hard to talk to me without knowing I had a shield blocking her that she didn’t know was there.

“Lay down!” I told her, and the shock of hearing me in her head made her comply instantly. “You want what The Pixie got. You are going to get it.”

With that, I made Ty cum until her body went limp, and she turned to smile at me with her glazed-over eyes. She flew off to eat something and was back full of energy in a few minutes. I was in her head, but she couldn’t get into mine. When she started getting mad again, I made her cum until she could only try to catch her breath. We played that game until she realized I was in her head. For the first time since she landed in my hand, she turned rose-pink from head to toe in embarrassment. Fee laughed and laughed.

“Ty, you don’t like it much when someone gets into your head, do you? Males of your species need you to connect with them and have no way to speak with you otherwise. I find that rude. You didn’t need to say a word to ask for permission or to have me connect with you. Hand gestures get the point across very well,” I told her. “Do you need me to make you cum again so you can quit trying to figure out how to get me to make you a sperm puddle for you to swim? Your body has another five of my years before it will do what you want anyway. That would kill you because you are too tiny to have what we would create inside you, so I wouldn’t even do that with you. So, what did you want that got you so angry you couldn’t talk to me?”

She turned rose-pink again before thinking about everything she wanted me to do with her. What she wanted paled in comparison to my making her cum. It wasn’t hard to start tongue kissing, licking her nipples, fingering her pussy, or even fucking her since I was in her head. I found that her pussy wasn’t any different than a human’s pussy, so I let her feel how it would be if we were the same size.

“We never expected you to come here. Pixie bringing you here is breaking the rules, but she did bring us a gift in exchange,” Fee told me. “As you can see, you have thousands of creatures here feeding off the energy you send out. We have few males remaining alive, and they long ago stopped being able to fertilize anymore like me but can fertilize a Pixie. We rarely get a child born like Ty. Most are what you have sticking to your body. Because they breed quickly with multiple births, we have allowed it since predators prefer them over the Pixies, hybrids, and those like me. Inside Pixie, she carries the eggs you fertilized. These aren’t like humans. They will take on the species of the female that takes one of those eggs to incubate. You have given us the ability to have children who can reproduce once they reach maturity.”

Ty told me, “The nymphs could use your fertility to help them grow their numbers, but they can continue breeding with ordinary humans as they have for thousands of years. They chose to depart from this realm for Earth, never to return. Please, help my body mature to where I can carry one of these future offspring.”

You want a punch in the gut. You got it.

I discovered that fairies, if that is what these are, and I’m not dreaming or hallucinating, don’t have the pain of female humans with their periods. Birthing offspring is only mild discomfort.

The Pixie, who they just called Pixie, went to some special place here, squatted down, and let the thousands of microscopic, fertilized eggs push out of her uterus into a glowing basin set inside a pulsating block of rock.

Ty smiled as she flew into the basin to join the growing group of fairies, pixies, and hybrids. The eggs chose who was going to be their mother. It went up inside them to start growing. Ty flew over and asked if she could sit on the back of my dick to sleep in my pubic hair after she ate again.

It didn’t take her long to eat, and soon she was nestled down in my pubes, sleeping.

Pixie took me around this realm, as they called it, to show me the wonders this place held. Beauty cannot exist without the vile or light without the dark.

We hadn’t gone far when some grotesque creature jumped off the tree it had been using as camouflage. It headed right toward my dick, where Ty was sleeping. The damned thing was lightning fast, but I was faster. I didn’t even know I had reflexively knocked it away until I heard it scream in pain after slamming back into the same tree. Instead of having Ty for dinner, it became another creature’s meal.

“It will not take long for your scent to become known to all creatures here. Alpha beings have walked here before, but it was millennia ago. They will find you cannot be hurt, but you will hurt them if they try to attack you or anything in your protection. That is good for Ty because she is leaving a trail of pheromones due to her pregnancy,” Pixie told me.