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“W-What do you mean we’re playing Legos for our date with Miss Mallory tonight?” Erica protested as her little hands were swallowed by the soft, pink mittens Mommy had threatened her with earlier that day. She squeezed them, groping aimlessly in the poofy padding.

“I won’t be able to put the pieces together with these on! This isn’t fair!”

Bailey tutted, a playful hint of exasperation in her voice. She looked down at her small wife, frustrated after a long day of putting up with Erica’s bratty attitude.

“I warned you, sweetie,” Mommy’s tone turned sweetly sinister for emphasis, bringing Erica’s strident complaints down to an anxious mumble. “I warned you that if you couldn’t control yourself at the mall today, then date night might not be as fun for you, didn’t I?”

The baby girl just crossed her arms and pouted, knowing deep down that she did indeed earn this punishment. 

“That’s right, you were in a mood all day, weren’t you?” Mommy continued, pinching Erica’s chin between her finger and thumb, “So rude to that barista, and then you wouldn’t even try on the pretty dress I found for you!”

“But it was so short! It wasn’t gonna cover my diap-” Erica’s whining was quickly snuffed out by the big pacifier that Mommy hid behind her back.

“Nuh uh, Mommy’s talking sweetie! Where was I? That’s right, Legos!”

Bailey cooed, taking her enthralled wife by the hand, leading her to the spacious living area in their cozy apartment. Mommy had set up the center table with two chairs on either side, facing each other. It was clearly set up for a competition of some kind, but it was going to put someone in a regular adult chair against a little baby girl in her high chair!

“M-Mama, w-wha’th goin’ on?” Baby Erica lisped out, but before Mommy could respond, the door bell rang.

“Awww yay! Mallory is here!” Bailey giggled and clapped, visibly excited for the throuple’s date. She quickly set her diapered wife in the high chair and strapped her in. Locking straps held her ankles and waist in place while Bailey headed for the door.

Mommy paused to fix her hair in the mirror. While Bailey and Erica had been married for years, they agreed their kinky dynamic needed another person. The women dated around, passing on several suitors before meeting Mallory. The confident business executive identified Bailey and Erica’s relationship immediately. A devoted switch taking care of a submissive baby slut like Erica could be exhausting. Her dominant streak was enough for both women and her confident demeanor inspired Bailey and Erica.

Mommy opened the door, and in strided Miss Mallory. Both women were awed by her raw beauty. Mallory’s tall, curvy figure and personality filled the room wherever she went. She scooped Bailey into her arms, giving her a deep, passionate kiss right there in the doorway.

Erica stared enviously, knowing exactly what Mommy and her are doing. She got so squirmy when Mommy cucked her, and since they fell for Mallory, Erica’s kinks have been in overdrive. She’d rub the front of her diapers, but the mittens are too big to fit under the tray table on her high chair. All she could do was watch and whimper.

“Hello darling! I’ve missed you so much! I’ll have to bring you both with me on my next business trip.” Her light accent made both Bailey and Erica melt a little. She kicked off her tall heels and strutted across the room towards the baby in her high chair.

“How are your nappies my precious little babe?” Miss Mallory gave Erica a gentle kiss on the top of her head and then an adorable little nose kiss. Erica had never felt more comfortable with another person besides Bailey in her life.

“I-I dunno Mith Mawwowy…” The larger woman slipped her finger down Erica’s diaper. “Oh my, someone is already damp, isn’t she?” Bailey bounced over, interrupting and rejoining the date.

“Are you ready for our game tonight honey?” Bailey’s hands were all over Mallory from behind. Erica watched her wife’s hands caress and squeeze at Mallory’s soft, thick body right in front of Erica.

“Yes, please! I’ve been dying to know, you’ve been so mysterious about it!” Bailey led Mallory into the seat opposing Erica, who gulped nervously. She thought they were all gonna build Legos today, what was going on?

Erica’s transparent expression made her wife giggle excitedly. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise for both of you! I thought we’d play a little game with some fun stakes tonight!” Bailey pulled out two boxes of Legos from under the table. Well, on Mallory’s side was a box of Legos. In front of Erica sat a big box of Duplos! Her jaw dropped, pacifier barely hanging out from between her lips.

“Mama!!! You thaid I’d pway wif Wegos! ‘Dese awe fow babies!” Erica realized what she said when instead of arguing back, Mommy and Miss Mallory just laughed out loud. The baby just sank deeper into her seat, so pouty and so turned on by her abject humiliation.

“That’s right sweetie! You complained so much about your cute mittens, I thought these would be the best way for you to play!” Miss Mallory chuckled along, adding, “I’ve never actually played with these, you might have a chance in our game darling!”

Bailey smiled and began laying out the rules. “Both Mallory and Baby Erica will have to make the same things out of their plastic blocks and whoever makes the best ones gets to sleep with Mommy tonight! And yes sweetie, that means cummies for you if you win!”

That was the last straw for Erica, the blushiness of the competition reducing her to her littlest self.

“Mama! Tha’th not faiw! I can’ win wif Dupwos!” 

Bailey tutted again, glaring mischeviously into her wife’s whining eyes, “No? Well maybe you shouldn’t have been such a brat today! Besides, I already decided since Miss Mallory is a grown up, she should have an extra rule. She’ll have to follow the instructions perfectly! Any mistakes and you will automatically win. How does that sound?”

Erica sat back, her eyes big. There was a chance she can spend the night with Mommy? She fumed quietly, knowing the longer she held onto her bratty attitude, the more attention she’ll get in bed tonight. Finally, she relented.

“I gueth tha’th otay…” Bailey rolled her eyes, looking back at their beautiful date.

“Sound fun babe? We’ve been wanting to introduce you to Legos for a while now!” Miss Mallory put her hand up on Bailey’s cheek and gave her another passionate kiss with lots of tongue. Their little show had Erica squirming, her princess parts leaking juices all over her damp diaper.

“This is perfect dear, I cannot wait to win you tonight!” She giggled, flashing Erica a wide, warm smile. Her caring eye contact reminds the baby wife how much Mallory cared for her too. Erica, completely wooed by her new love, blushed begrudgingly and settled in for the game.

“Alright ladies and babies! Your first challenge is: make a woman!”

Erica opened her box frantically before realizing how difficult this is going to be. Her box was filled with primary colored squares and bricks, nothing else. She looked across the table at Mallory’s large brick box, filled with all different colors and shapes. Mallory and Bailey were laughing as the British woman flipped through the instructions, trying to understand the directions.

Erica struggled, limited in her usual creativity. She had to use both hands slowly, stacking bricks on top of blocks, making an abstract shape that was red, yellow, and blue. She held it at arm’s length, squinting while she sucked her paci.

Maybe it could pass as a restroom sign? Finished quickly, she watched Mallory struggle to find the right bricks in her unorganized pile of blocks. She huffed and rolled her eyes, desperately turned on by her humiliation.

It wasn’t fair! Erica could build the easy design so quickly if she had the chance, Mallory was so slow! She’d have finished and won Mommy and been freed from her padded prison already. But the beautiful woman diligently put the various pieces together, revealing an adorable little woman in a purple dress.

Bailey gave both creations a thoughtful evaluation. “Mallory wins! Sorry sweetie, I do love abstract art, but look at her cute dress!” Mommy played with the brick woman in front of Erica before giving the bricks back to the contestants. 

“Next, I want you both to make a bicycle!” Mommy’s eyes glinted deviously, “Well, baby girl, why don’t you make a tricycle? A big kid's bike seems too difficult for a little baby like you!”

Erica’s brows furrowed. Her famous temper was simmering inside her little body. Realizing just how rigged the game is against her, Erica tried again. Three different colored squares attach to the bottom of a brick, with two more on top as the handlebars.

Frustrated at her lack of detail, she looked at the cute design Mallory finished, much more quickly than last time. Bailey giggled at Erica’s pile of squares before looking over the bicycle across the table. “Oh Mallory, you forgot this back light! That means Erica automatically wins Round 2!” Mallory smiled wider, feeling the competition with the diapered woman across from her.

“I won? I won!” Erica squealed happily, her mood completely turning around now that she was tied with Miss Mallory. “I wanna make c-cummieth tho bad Mama!” The grown ups laughed. Erica’s baby babble had no filter, just like how they’d been encouraging her.

“I know you do sweetie, and you might actually have that chance! For our final round, why don’t you both make me…” Mommy thought carefully, letting the anticipation build.

“Let’s do something a little more interesting…” She flipped to the back of Mallory’s book, making the woman giggle uncontrollably.

“Darling, that’s so risque!” As Bailey circled around the table towards Erica, Miss Mallory undid one of the buttons on her blouse, giving the little girl a glimpse of her beloved cleavage. Erica gulped, realizing something was up.

“See this sweetie?” Bailey blocked Erica’s view of Mallory’s breasts with the custom made instruction booklet. There on the page is a picture of the big dildo she used with Erica in bed! The 8” psychedelic, rainbow cock was hanging above the headboard right now, elegantly displayed for the approaching debauchery.

“Go ahead sweetie, make Mommy’s cock!” Bailey giggled and circled back around the table to help Mallory! Erica groaned; Mommy always cheated at Game Night!

Erica’s beet red face betrayed her frustration. She’d be kicking her feet, if not for the tight restraints holding her in place. The only way she would be able to represent it was in size. Stacking four primary colored bricks on top of one another in a single, simple tower, Erica did what she could.

She had to watch while Mallory starts to use rounded, intricate pieces to recreate the plunger base, rubber balls, and gently curved shaft in the pretty rainbow pattern. Using some spare, thin black pieces, she even gave the toy a cock ring! Her willingness to try new things was what won her over with Erica and her kinks. But what set her apart was how quickly she learned how to press all of Erica’s most shameful little buttons. The diaper cuck princess practically groaned in need, watching her wife fawn over Mallory.

“OMG Mallory, that's so cute! Let’s put that on display with the rest of our Legos!” Bailey sang a little victory song as she crowned her date the winner, placing the toy dildo on the mantle next to the Lego flowers Erica made her last week.

“Don’t you think it’s SO good, sweetie? Congratulate Miss Mallory on being such a good Lego builder!” Erica was so frustrated, all her pent up feelings roaring back into her  princess parts at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“C-Congwatuwations Mith Mawwowy…” Mallory smiled wide, taking her victory with humility.

“Thank you princess. You did so well! Maybe next time I can help you with those more complicated builds.” Bailey and Mallory, Erica’s Mommy and Daddy, giggled at the proverbial steam coming from Erica’s ears.

“You were such a creative baby girl tonight, so I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to get off with this while Miss Mallory enjoys her spoils! Love you, darling!” Mommy squealed, giving Erica the most passionate kiss of their blissfully wedded lives.

“Bailey sweetie, don’t you think our little girl has earned some time with Mommy and Daddy tonight?” Mallory purred into Bailey’s ear, just loud enough for Erica to hear across the table. The tall redhead rose from her seat, standing several inches taller than Bailey, and over a foot taller than little Erica.

She took Bailey’s hand and led her around the table. Mallory pushed Erica’s Duplos out of the way and leaned back against the table. Erica tried her hardest not to stare, but another button on Miss Mallory’s blouse had come undone. Erica loved nothing more than to dive into her “Daddy’s” cleavage and wet her thick diapers when she got this riled up.

Bailey giggled and winked at her diapered wife, trapped in her custom-ordered high chair. She saw it, the twinkle in Erica’s eye that she got when she was truly in the moment, riding the thrills of her regression and humiliation. Bailey wrapped her arms around her adorable bride, enveloping her from behind.

“Oh I think she certainly has!” Bailey kissed up and down Erica’s neck and cheek, cooing to the little giggles her baby let out. She unlocked Erica’s high chair and Mallory lifted the smaller woman into her arms. Erica clutched her daddy, cuddling into the warmth and her boobies.

“C-Can I ummm… p-play too?” Erica mumbled. She knew better than to ask for permission to cum after losing at Game Night, but every once in a while she managed to earn one when she was extra good for Mommy in bed.

“Awww, we’ll have to see, won’t we baby? Maybe if you’re an extra good girl and watch Mommy and Daddy real closely, okay?” Mallory tickled Erica’s side while Bailey held the main bedroom’s door open. 

The room was mostly mature and tastefully decorated. A perfectly made, king size bed rested below elaborate skylights in the ceiling. The bedframe was solid wood, another piece custom made for the DINK, kinky women. On the other side, adjacent to the expansive balcony and the morning sunrise, was Erica’s corner. Her crib, the newest addition to their lives, was white with pink trim, a purposeful contrast to the rest of the room. Her plentiful stuffies left just enough room for the little baby when she took her daily naps.

The moon shone bright through the skylights, adding to the ambience Bailey had so meticulously curated. The room’s lighting shifted from dark red  and pink to  purple and blue. Erica looked up at Mallory and over at Bailey. Her heart and body sang with adoration.

“Please Daddy, I’ll be so good!”

Mallory chuckled, setting Erica in the bouncer conveniently placed at the foot of the bed. It had been Erica’s birthday gift from her new daddy only a few days ago, and she’d used it every day. Mommy even ordered a laptop stand that would attach to it so Erica could do her big girl remote job from the bouncer. For now though, her hands were secured above her head in the dangling cuffs.

“I know you will be sweetie, but you know the rules,” Mallory joined Bailey, who’d already stripped naked, on the bed, “You need to earn them first!”

Erica’s mommy looked stunning, her bobbed brown hair hung in perfect wavy curls around her face. Her perky breasts squeezed together that way Erica loved when her wife was taken by Daddy’s muscular body. Her belly, so soft and delicious, curved down to the sweetest, hottest pussy Erica could possibly imagine.

“So why don’t you hush and be a good girl, okay honey? Mommy and Daddy need a little time to ourselves.” Bailey fastened a pacifier gag around Erica’s head. With a couple quick pumps, the inflatable teat swelled up until Erica’s mouth was completely full. Erica nodded and mumbled incoherently, confirming her comfort before Bailey hit the button on the bottom of the bouncer. Erica squealed as the built-in vibrator roared to life, still set on full from earlier that day!

“Oops! Sorry honey!” Bailey and Mallory laughed while Erica whined. She’d been denied for so long and Mommy and Daddy were  doing everything they could to put her in the perfect headspace. After a few seconds, Bailey turned the toy down to its lowest setting. Enough to make Erica drip, but not nearly enough to get her to cum in her diaper.

“Now remember, good girls stay quiet while Mommy and Daddy play.” Bailey’s voice became hushed, her hot breath warmed Erica’s cheek. The little baby nodded silently and her mommy booped her nose before turning back to the waiting Miss Mallory.

Daddy smirked at their pathetic girl before giving all her attention to Bailey. Erica watched with wonder while Daddy took Mommy in her arms and they began to kiss. Their bodies writhed and their legs wrapped around one another while their lips passionately pressed together. Erica could see their tongues playing gently as her caregivers reconnected after only a few days apart.

Daddy’s hand wrapped around Mommy’s neck, and Erica squirmed. That same hand spanked her, changed her diapers, held her, and fingered her furiously when she was a good girl. She began humping her diaper, making herself bounce in the air. Mallory saw and smiled wide. She gripped Bailey by the air, turning her to see Erica.

“Look how much she loves her bouncer! That makes Daddy very happy.” They both giggle at Erica before resuming, leaving their baby cucked and bouncing ever harder. Daddy sat up, holding Bailey’s chin in her hand while Erica’s mommy quickly unbuttoned the rest of Mallory’s top and unclasping the latch at the bottom of her cleavage.

Erica stifled a desperate groan at the sight of her daddy’s magnificent breasts bouncing free. Bailey blew a quick kiss over her shoulder at her wife; she knew exactly how much Erica fantasized about Titty Time with Mallory. Daddy guided Bailey to her nipples, and Mommy happily began sucking on them. Erica couldn’t stop the next moan, whimpering through the gag that filled her mouth.

“Hush baby, don’t you want to play with us?” Daddy was staring Erica down, smiling carnivorously. A tide of humiliation rushed over Erica. There she was, humping her diapers in her bouncer while her wife was dominated by a beautiful, elegant woman. A real woman, not a little baby slut like her. Drool leaked from her lips, staining her onesie. Her mittened hands clenched, locked above her head while Mallory’s used Bailey like a delicate toy, caressing and possessing her in every way Erica wished she could.

“Aw, is the little girl feeling a little needy?” Bailey cooed before whispering something into Mallory’s ear. They both covered their mouths with delight before turning on Erica.

“I think she is darling! Look how much she loves her nappies.” Mallory pointed at the humping girl, laughing as if she were just a baby who’d drawn on the wall with washable crayons. “How about we give her a better view?”

Within moments, Erica was lifted out of her bouncer and placed on her back on the bed. All the space on the large bed felt surprisingly strange to the baby girl. She’d been spending so much time in her crib that she’d started to forget what a grown up bed felt like. That made her pussy clench in her damp diapers.

“Sweet baby, you’re going to love this.” Mallory peeled off her tight, formal skirt. She didn’t wear underwear, only a black, lace garter wrapped around her hips that held up her matching stockings. She kept her 6” heels on; she knew how much Erica loved being the “littlest” girl in the room. Daddy sidled between Erica’s legs, spreading her own, mirroring her. She laid back on the bed while Mommy climbed up and straddled her wife’s head.

“All right, remember, no fussing, or else it’s spanking and straight to bed in your crib.”

Erica’s desperate nods were promptly obscured by Bailey’s thick butt settling down on Erica’s face! Erica’s nostrils filled with Bailey’s scent as she eagerly moved her face up and down, trying to please her sexy wife. Above her, Bailey stretched upward with delight, reaching up high before bending over to start kissing Mallory’s smooth lips.

Erica’s mind was fuzzy as Mommy started grinding against her face. She was completely smothered, unable to breath through her mouth with her ridiculous pacifier gag. Her legs were quickly intertwined in Mallory’s and her daddy’s quickly gyrating hips pushed against Erica’s thick diaper while Bailey went to town on Mallory’s pussy.

“Yes Bailey, oh good girl, just like that…” Mallory moaned. Erica’s mommy had always been a switch, but Erica was just so submissive, Bailey craved Mallory’s dominance. Bailey squeaked happily, losing herself in the moment as well. She humped her wife’s face while tongue fucking their lover and any other thoughts left her brain while the three women made each other’s deepest fantasies come true.

Mommy’s hands rubbed all up and down Erica’s diaper the entire time, keeping her on edge. Erica quickly became the loudest of the three, whimpering behind her pacifier. It took her a beat to realize Mallory had gotten up since Bailey kept grinding on her face.

“I think it’s time Daddy made Mommy happy, don’t you darling?” Erica felt her mommy moan above her before lifting her hips just enough for Erica to look up and breathe for a moment. Above her, through watery eyes and just past Mommy’s jiggly cheeks, was the rainbow dildo Erica and Mallory each made out of bricks, hanging from Daddy’s hips.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck me Daddy!” Bailey squealed, arching her back. Erica’s eyes crossed with shame as Mommy’s pink pussy dripped over her sloppy face. Daddy’s plastic, rainbow cock thrusted slowly downward, teasing Mommy’s pussy while lubing it with her juices. The head pushed against Erica’s face, smearing more of Mommy all over her face.

“Mmmm, baby loves Daddy’s cock too, doesn’t she sweetie?” Erica can only nod, breathing heavily with wretched longing. She loved how Daddy used her mouth sometimes, but she wouldn’t get to do that tonight. After a few more tantalizing thrusts, Daddy finally pushed the thick toy inbetween Mommy’s fat pussy lips.

“Daddy yessss, oh fuck yes Mallory…” Bailey moaned, her body shivering in ecstasy as the big toy filled her. She whined as Mallory slowly stretched her, moving tortuously slowly. Erica had a front row seat as Bailey tried to speed up, but Daddy’s hands gripped Mommy’s hips and held her in place, forcing her to go Daddy’s speed.

“Uh uh uh darling. You’ll get to show Daddy just what a good girl you are, don’t you worry. Let me take care of you first.” Bailey practically melted on top of Erica, resting her head on her wife’s big diaper while Mallory’s strap slowly pushed in and out of her tight hole.

Erica lost track of time. Daddy controlled everything. She grew gradually faster, pushing Mommy to the edge, letting her leak all over Erica’s face. Eventually, the baby cuck was smothered by her mommy again, but this time with Daddy pumping in and out of her as hard as the Amazonian woman could muster! Bailey begged and whined, quickly growing just as desperate and needy as Erica for their dom, but Mallory still wouldn’t let her cum yet either.

Eventually, the pair climbed off of Erica, panting and giggling. Mallory grabbed their water bottle and they passed it around. Bailey pulled off Erica’s gag, radiating love as she watered her baby from a baby bottle instead.

“Are you having fun, princess?” Erica’s mumbled, stretching her jaw. Her diapers are drenched, sagging heavily between her legs. If they kept going, she’d surely leak all over the bed. Somehow, she suspected that was Mommy and Daddy’s plan all along.

“Y-Yes Mommy, th-thank you for letting me play with you…” To her surprise, Daddy returned, holding the strapon in one hand and a dildo gag in the other. Butterflies stormed in her tummy as Erica realized they weren’t done.

“You’re welcome baby girl!” Bailey gave Erica a wild kiss, reminiscent of when they first started dating, “Daddy and I spoke earlier, and we decided you’d help us with one more game tonight, okay?” Erica’s eyes got big. There was nothing more deliciously humiliating than Mommy and Daddy’s “ideas.”

“That’s right sweetums, you’re going to help us with our own little competition, what do you think?” Daddy gently pushed Erica back onto her back. Erica squirmed and obediently laid back. Mommy undid the snaps of her onesie and pulled it off, leaving the baby girl almost naked like her caregivers, save her used diaper.

“Mommy was saying she could last longer on a toy than Daddy could, and you know how competitive Daddy gets…” Mallory monologued while she fastened the dildo gag around Erica’s head, once again filling their cucky baby’s mouth. The big, pink dildo swung heavily above her while the thick ball kept her jaw open. To her surprise, Mommy took Daddy’s strap and put Erica’s legs through the loops. She pulled it up her body until she could tighten it around Erica’s diaper!

The supine girl moaned, her mind racing with what could be about to happen. Two big dildos rose from her body like stalagmites, eager to impale Erica’s caregivers. Mommy and Daddy kissed, so passionately Erica thought they almost forgot about her in her humiliating position. She looked them up and down with adoration, so impressed by the love shared between the three of them. Eventually, they unlocked from each other and straddled themselves over Erica’s body: Bailey over her diaper and Mallory over her face.

“Be a good girl sweetie and be the judge for who rides better, okay? Can you do that princess?” Daddy’s voice trembled. She never bottomed for Bailey, but Mallory loved dominating Erica this way. Her pussy, with its thick, exquisitely maintained red bush, clenched above the dildo rising from Erica’s face. Mommy and Daddy took each other in their arms as they both slowly sank down onto their respective toys.

In the heat of the moment, all their words were lost. Mallory and Bailey, so enraptured with each other, started kissing again as they rode the toys strapped to Erica. They moaned and gasped in pleasure, quickly forgetting their “bet.” It was clearly an excuse to subject their precious diaper girl to the most embarrassment they could think of, and they both got off to it right away.

Erica gasped and groaned at the amount of force being pushed down on her. She’d occasionally fucked Mommy with a strap before, but they both agreed Bailey should be the one pitching most of the time. Mallory’s tight cheeks bounced off her face while Bailey gyrated her hips, each fucking themselves into glorious orgasm after orgasm above Erica. Cum sprayed gratuitously, soaking the diaper girl below them while she finally leaked through her diapers, contributing to the stains growing on the bed.

Erica was in absolute heaven. She was nothing more than a toy for her lovers, an object to be used and cared for. A dumb baby who didn’t deserve to play “like a big girl.” Her princess parts clenched and thrust upwards in her padding, trying so hard to get the stimulus they were centimeters from experiencing. But, as her mommy promised, after nearly half an hour of Mommy and Daddy riding her, the two dismounted before Erica could possibly hope to get off herself.

Mallory and Bailey fell onto the pillow, panting heavily for air. Erica admired how the sweat glistened on their bodies, each woman beautiful in their own way. She laid there, waiting obscenely with dildos strapped to her body while Mommy and Daddy kissed and loved each other some more. Finally, they turned back to their pampered princess.

“Weren’t you just so good tonight?” Mommy giggled, crawling back across the bed and laying down next to her wife. “You almost earned cummies, but you know how Game Night works sweetheart. How about we tuck you into your crib?” Erica whimpered, mumbling something, but the ball gag stopped her. Bailey smiled and deftly removed the gag.

“Could I maybe sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight? Pretty please?” She asked as sweetly as she could, using the best puppy dog eyes she could manage. Her big brown eyes sometimes worked on Daddy, but Mallory just laughed instead.

“Sorry baby, but you know how Mommy and Daddy feel about you wetting our bed!” She pointed at the stains covering the bed. Erica whined petulantly.

“But those weren’t my fault! Y-You and Mommy-” Her protests were quickly shut down by her regular pink pacifier was planted in her mouth. Mommy booped her nose again before scooping her and settling her into her crib across the room.

“Hush sweetie, I think someone’s cranky. It’s much too far past your bedtime!” Erica knew that was that and she’d only regret it in the morning if she argued further. The baby cuck princess accepted her fate and grabbed her favorite stuffy, Wally the whale. She snuggled into her crib while Daddy walked over, handing her the baby bottle full of water.

“Drink this before breakfast, okay sweetie? Daddy loves you so much!” Mallory bent over, planting a warm kiss on Erica’s forehead before returning to the bed. Bailey did the same before also giving her wife a passionate kiss on the lips.

“I love you Erica.”

“I love you too, Mommy!” Erica squeaked as Bailey tucked her in. Bailey climbed back into Mallory’s waiting arms and the two quickly fell asleep. Erica, left in her crib, simmered with unfinished energy, but also quickly fell into her own dreams, eagerly awaiting another chance to make the loves of her life happy as their precious baby princess.

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Pushed out into the alley, the party music faded away immediately. The dark alley was quiet, and Erica was alone. She tugged her little top down; it was so small that it was going to be creeping up all night. Erica sighed. At least it would help her attract the sheriff.

She walked up the alley back towards Main Street. Her heels clacked on the pavement. Margie’s brew still filled her nostrils, giving her a desperate lust for just about anyone. Her body tingled with need and her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shirt. Never in her wildest dreams did Erica ever think she’d be caught dead like this, but now? She might as well try to get something out of it herself!

She stepped into the pale streetlight, revealing herself to Forest Cove, not that anyone was around. She had never seen anyone dressed like she is this, let alone in Forest Cove of all places. Even in her party days in undergrad, Erica would’ve covered up more. But with her human body magically filling itself out now that she’s one of the fae, she felt more comfortable and confident than ever before.

The sheriff’s station was just across the street, but just dressing slutty wasn’t reason enough for the cops to pick her up. Erica needed to find some clients. She turned away from the station, towards Save-a-Lot, and started to strut down Main Street. The town was dead at night, but now that the last stores were closing shop for the day, Erica had an opportunity.

Erica could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she passed them. Heads turned, following the slutty woman. Their thoughts started to fill her mind. Unlike her daddy, from whom she inherited her telepathy, she wasn’t sensing clear words or images, but rather feelings and emotions.

The negative emotions washed over her. From every single person she passed, she felt shock, disgust, and judgement. Erica wasn’t surprised. Their entire lives, they’d been conditioned by society to judge anything that stepped out of the “norm” and the norm for the women of Forest Cove was modest, demure, and quiet. Nothing about Erica’s outfit was any of those.

Despite the negativity swirling around her, Erica never felt more confident and free. The witch’s brew had lowered her inhibitions, but what rushed through the princess now was a sense of freedom and power she’d never experienced. Before, if she was ogled like this, she would have felt shame and fear. Shame for putting herself on display for men and fear of what they could do to her.

But now that she could sense other people’s feelings, she realized that she wasn’t afraid. They are. They’re terrified of what a confident, empowered woman could do. She passed a couple. The man’s thoughts were simple: an initial burst of lust as he looked Erica up and down, only to be replaced by embarrassment and then anger at his own unregulated emotions, misdirected at the princess.

It was the woman that surprised the princess. She felt their judgment and anger as well, but it was also muddled up by her jealousy and a desire to be as free. It wasn’t the man who turned to do a double take of her after she passed, but his wife. This made Erica so sad and she realized what Margie meant. Her strength wasn’t in just being a slut. She had the ability to change how people see themselves.

Pride and determination blossomed in her heart. She fought for years, studying and teaching feminism at her old job. She was passionate about women’s liberation from the oppression of the patriarchy. Erica preached for a sexual awakening, but due to her own inhibitions, hardly ever thought about what form that could really take. Now, she knew exactly what she needed to do.

She had walked about two blocks when she passed another alley. A man smoking a cigarette was on a break from his restaurant job. His dirty, soaking apron told her he was probably a dishwasher. Erica felt his eyes look her up and down; his mind followed the same pattern of lust and shame. This was her chance.

“Hey there mister!” She turned, looking the man in the eyes. He coughed, clearly taken aback by her forwardness. So was Erica.

“Uh, hello…” Erica heard his hesitation and as she approached, his thoughts got more panicked and desperate. It was actually kind of cute, Erica thought to herself.

“What’s your name, handsome?” She walked right up to him, sucking her lollipop with her puffy lips while looking him in the eyes.

“Me?” He looked side to side, incredulous. “W-Well I’m Alan. What’s your name?” His desperation and shame radiated off of him. Erica could tell he wanted her, but all his life he’s been told not to interact with women like her, that she’d corrupt him into living a life of sin.

“Nice to meet you Alan! Why don’t you call me…” She hadn’t settled on a good hooker name.

“Ruby. Call me Ruby, Alan.” She was right in front of him now. He was breathing heavier. His internal conflict only made him cuter in Erica’s eyes.

“What’s got you so flustered Alan?” Erica did a little spin. She really could help him. A loneliness was wrapped up in his lust. She sensed it had been a long time since Alan had been with a woman.

“Do you see something you want?” She caught his eyes staring at her lips as she gave her lollipop another erotic suck. She knew what he wanted now.

“You know, it doesn’t take much to get what you want.” Erica licked her lips and Alan started to sweat. Her eyes glanced down at his crotch. Even under the apron, she could see his bulge. Her smile got wider.

“Let’s say, $100? Just $100 to make your dreams come true…” Sheleaned in and put her small hand on his chest, looking up into his eyes. Alan wanted her, so badly. She could feel the rush of panic as she pressed her body against his hard cock. He backed up, stammering.

“Oh w-why don’t I just take you on a d-date Ruby? Wouldn’t that be better?” He tried to reconcile his feelings with what was socially “appropriate,” but Erica wasn’t having any of that.

“Oh I dunno Alan, I’m a busy woman. I’ve got time right now.” Her pointer and middle finger walked up his stomach and chest until they popped her lollipop back in her mouth while she talked. His breaths grew more erratic.

“Besides, what if we went out to dinner and it turned out we didn’t like each other? You’d be out $100 anyways and you wouldn’t get what you really want…” He looked over the princess’ head to make sure no one can see them. With a deep breath and a sigh, Erica felt his internal debate subside.

“Y-Yeah, okay, let’s do it!” Alan’s excitement was pulpable. Erica smiled wide, batted her long, thick eyelashes, and held out her hand. It took him a second, distracted by her tight, curvy body, but he reached back and fumbled for his wallet. This was the first time Forest Cove’s commitment to paper cash in the face of digital payments had worked out for anyone. Alan pulled out a messy wad of cash and quickly counted it.

“I’ve only got $84 on me…” Erica’s heart nearly broke over the wave of shame that coursed through Alan’s body. Not only did he break his moral compass for her, but now he couldn’t even pay her? His erection quickly started to soften in embarrassment. Luckily for him, the princess wasn’t here to make bank.

“That’ll be just fine Alan.” She plucked the money right out of his hand, his eyes bulging, and slipped it into her jacket pocket.

“But you’ll have to follow one rule, you understand?” Alan nodded eagerly, in awe of her charity. Erica fought her submissive nature. This was about Alan as much as it is about her, and he needed help freeing himself. Her mind was racing, trying to remember her own training.

“You need to tell me every single thing you want me to do. I want you to say it all out loud. This is about you, got it?” Alan blushed as he took off his dirty apron.

“O-Okay, I can do that…” He was unsure. Erica could sense all of his fantasies swirling under his consciousness. His human horniness fueled her own. Her magical family was right: as well-trained she was in Liltwood, a single human had more magical power stored in their body than any individual fae. She stood in front of him, holding herself back and tapped her heeled foot expectantly.

“So what’s first Alan?” He gulped. How did this happen to him, a dishwasher, of all people? He took a deep breath and looks down at the short, beautiful woman.

“D-Do you want to get on your knees?” Erica shook her head smiling.

“Don’t ask Alan. Tell me what you want. It’s okay to want things.” He nodded, his cock was throbbing in his pants.

“Get on your knees.” He managed to blurt out. Erica smiled happily, popping her lollipop out of her mouth for the last time. She dropped to her knees, looking up the nervous man’s eyes.

“Now what?”

Alan was overwhelmed. Erica was so hot and so over the top slutty, he couldn’t connect his mouth to his brain.

“T-Take off my pants…” The princess nodded, reaching up for his zipper.

“Wait!” Alan blurted, looking side to side. Shame, once again, held him back. But Erica’s kind, supportive smile encouraged him.

“D-Don’t use your hands…” The disguised princess giggled. Passing him the leash attached to her choker, Erica put her hands behind her back. Opening her soft lips, she held their eye contact while using her mouth to undo his belt and unzip his zipper. Alan couldn’t believe his eyes, this was everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Erica tugged his pants down with her teeth, grinning ear to ear at Alan’s progress. The darkness and doubt that was clouding his sexual energy was lessening as he learned to accept himself. She used her mouth to pull down his boxers, revealing his desperate cock.

It was an incredibly average dick. Five or six inches, not too thick or skinny. Perfect for Erica to change Alan’s life.

“Now what handsome?” Alan held “Ruby’s” leash, looking down at the beautiful woman. He mustered up all his strength.

“Lick it Ruby, n-nice and slow!” Without a word, Erica did what he says. She leans in under his hairy, unkempt balls and licked so slowly up his rock hard shaft with the flat of her tongue. Alan moaned loudly in the dark alley. His phone buzzes signalling the end of his break, but he just silenced it. His dishes could wait.

“Like that Alan?” Erica licked again, taking her time to worship his throbbing cock. She loved the way he squirmed. She could tell she was helping him live out one of his greatest fantasies.
Alan nods. His mouth moved without saying anything at first like a goldfish.

“P-Please, s-suck on it…” He really didn’t need to tell her. She was going to, but it was good for him to verbalize his needs. Erica settled into her spot on the ground and took his whole cock in her mouth.

He tasted so good. Was this how all humans tasted now that she was fae? She sucked on his head with her soft lips, swirling her tongue around his leaking cock. Erica looked up to him, still maintaining eye contact while absolutely worshiping his dick.

Alan’s head was spinning. Something inside him is changing. Years of traumatic experiences with women fell away. He’d always put others before himself, often neglecting his needs for the sake of others. Now, this random, mysterious hooker was showing him that it’s okay to ask for what you want.

Erica sucked deeper and deeper, still looking up into the man’s brown eyes. She let herself drool, truly enjoying sucking this stranger’s cock. Alan was too distracted to notice her magical clothes cleaning themselves s her slobber dripped all over. Her hands reached up to his balls to start massaging them. Alan moaned loudly again, but Erica could sense that he wants something else.

“I said, n-no hands Ruby!” He pushed Erica's hands until they’re back behind her back. Erica obeyed happily. Communication was key. She kept her hands behind her back and went deeper down his shaft. Alan was nowhere near the biggest she’s ever had since her training with Daddy, so she throated him easily.

“Ohhhhh fuck Ruby…” That’s it Alan, Erica thought. Be vocal. Be brave! She bobbed up and down, faster and faster. Her mouth was a little vacuum, slurping his throbbing cock as hard as she can!

“I want t-to… put hands… on y-your head…?” Alan mumbled, barely coherent. Erica winked in consent, even if he technically asked. She couldn't expect him to be in too much control right now.
Alan’s hands, strong after years of cleaning heavy pots and pans, gripped her skull between them. He lost all control as he used Erica’s throat like a toy, fucking her mouth as hard as he could. His aggression was no problem for the princess, but for Alan, this was heaven. He was free of his inhibitions, for the first time, and all he needed was some encouragement and honest communication!

He grunted and held Erica’s nose against his belly as he came, hard. His warm, salty jizz shot down Erica’s throat and she swallowed every drop. His balls churn as the last of his seed is slurped into Erica’s royal mouth. Her magic pull-ups glowed softly as she took in his magic as well. Alan finally lost balance and slumped against the wall behind him. The princess stood up, wiping the last of Alan’s load from her lip and licking it off her finger.

“Alan! You did so well!” She giggled, fixing her hair. She could feel the change in Alan’s heart. Gone was the slimy shadow of shame from his sexual energy.

“Now I’ve got to get going, sugar.” Alan became visibly sad, his dick still hanging limp and exposed outside his pants.

“Wait, Ruby, why don’t you come back for a meal or something at the end of the night? This doesn’t have to be it for us!” Erica smiled understandingly, putting her hand on his chest.

“That’s not going to work out tonight, but I have a feeling we’ll see each other again!” With a blown kiss, “Ruby” left him in the alley, reeling over the life-changing blowjob he just experienced.
Back on the street, Erica continued towards Save-a-Lot, where she works. Well, at least used to, she’s probably been fired now that she hasn’t shown up three days in a row. Oh darn. Her body shimmered with energy. Unlike at the football stadium where she was drowning in the tsunami of human hormones, the magic she absorbed from Alan made her stronger and more alert. And way hornier.

It was late and the huge department store’s parking lot was almost empty. She practiced her runway strut for fun, crossing one foot in front of another in her stiletto heels. Right as Save-A-Lot employees locked the doors, out came three big men. They walked toward some motorcycles parked in the lot. Erica made eye contact with them and beat them to their bikes.

“Hi boys! See anything you like?”

The men whistled and pushed each other out of the way as they hustled back towards “Ruby”. As casually as she could manage, Erica perched herself on one of the bikes. Erica smiled broadly at them, showing off her legs and sucking her magic lollipop. She hoped it was dark enough they didn’t notice her drenched pull-ups. 

The men, Burt, Clay, and Sean, introduced themselves quickly and pulled out their wallets. On the road often, they’d seen their fair share of cheap hookers before and their toxic masculinity oozed off them like a slime. It took all she had not to shudder in disgust. They each saw her as nothing more than an object, some holes to use to get off fast. An idea worthy of her daddy spawned in her mind.

“$150 for a blowie boys, $300 if you want another hole.” She’s lined off the motorcycle, looking them each up and down. The succubus part of her could tell they were already putty in her hands. Burt, the trio’s leader, pulled out $500. The other two scowl, their wallets were nearly empty. Burt just chuckled, giving Erica the money.

“The extra $50’s so they can watch.” She nodded, pocketing the cash. What a jerk. She could feel Clay and Sean’s disappointment, but Erica just smiled at them.

“Don’t worry boys, I’m sure you’ll have a great time too!” Burt slapped her little ass with his big hand, a little squeal escaped her lips.

“Get on your knees, slut.” He was way more aggressive than Alan. Erica knew what to do with men like this. He needed to be taught how to be vulnerable. They all did. She dropped to her knees, opening wide for the second man of the night.

Burt was much bigger and stronger than Alan and smelled much worse. His cock was a little bigger, but still nothing to write home about. Erica didn’t start slow this time, throating him immediately, impressing all three bikers with her prowess. She slobbered all over his knob. These guys were way dirtier than Alan. With spit dripping down her chin, “Ruby” pulled off Burt to look at the other two.

“Pull out your cocks boys! Even if you can’t touch me, you might as well stroke!” Clay and Sean looked at each other with predictable timidity. Erica could feel their hesitation bubbling up in their auras. So she went back to sucking off Burt, but instead looked Clay and Sean in the eyes until finally they blushed and pulled their own hard cocks out, stroking themselves to the pretty little slut in front of them.

Good boys, Erica thought to herself. Now that we’ve broken down that wall, it wastime to focus on Burt. The magic oozing off of him felt dirty while he used her throat like a little sex toy. She didn’t mind that, but was Burt hiding behind his projected masculinity.

While he skullfucked her, Erica took his balls in her hands and started massaging them. They’re full, heavy, and clearly very sensitive by the sound of his own little gasp. Perfect.
She squeezed and played with them between her little fingers. Pulling and milking them, she couldn’t help but giggle as Burt’s outer shell started to crumble. His breaths grew heavier and faster, and his moans became more throaty.

As she worked with their friend, Erica looked back at the other two. Sean and Clay were stroking themselves without a care in the world, watching the pornopraphic scene play out in front of them. Erica’s plan was coming together nicely, but it all relied on testing something new. Erica figured if she could sense other’s feelings, maybe she could project her own out too?

“Stroke your friend. Be a good gooner and help your buddy!”

She thought as clearly as she could, channeling her all her willpower into Clay and Sean’s minds. Thankfully Burt was an easy blow. Erica watched in wonder as their eyes clouded over. With hesitant hands, the big burly bikers slowly reached across and started jerking each other off!

Erica squealed with joy, she did it! The men’s auras changed almost immediately. All their lives they were told being gay was a sin, that pleasuring oneself, let alone another man, would send you to Hell. Well, maybe it would be a factor, but at least they’d be free and happy on the way down!

Now, it was Burt’s turn to be released. She sucked and sucked, choking on his dick dramatically until he reached the edge! He was panting and whining, and the princess could sense his anxiety grow as he tried desperately to hold on. Right before he blew his load in her mouth, Erica looked up into his eyes and worked her magic.

“Look at your friends. Don’t you want to be on your knees for them?” Burt resisted, decades of negative social conditioning holding him back from his deepest fantasies. Erica didn’t understand how she knew, but all three men had so much potential, if only they could let go of their inhibitions.

“This is what you’ve always wanted. This is why you organized this road trip. Go on, make your friends happy!”

With a feverish groan, Burt pulled his throbbing cock out of Erica’s mouth. He turned to Clay and Sean, his two bewildered childhood friends, and dropped to his knees right as they pushed each other over the edge.

“NNNGGHH!” All three men groaned together, in the middle of the Save-A-Lot parking lot. Burt’s pent up load spurted all over the asphalt while his face was painted by Clay and Sean. Their thick loads caked his face, getting all over his beard, tattoos, and leather jacket.

Erica’s never been more proud of herself. She couldn’t wait to tell her daddy about her new power. She stood casually and fixed her skirt before popping her lollipop back between her lips. She wasn’t sure where it went when she didn’t need it, but it reappeared in her hand whenever her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. 

“You boys have a good night, all right?” She left the men in their shock and soft, leaking dicks still hanging out of their leather pants. Leaving the edge of the parking lot, she noticed one of the new police cameras mounted to a streetlight. Erica smiled and waved before blowing it a kiss.

She walked back toward the center of town. If she couldn’t get Blackheart to come to her, she’d just have to go back to him. Erica stretched her arms, feeling more at peace and powerful than she ever has. The bikers’ magic wasn’t as potent as Alan’s, maybe because she wasn’t the center of attention, but she didn’t mind. This was her element: using her magic to make others happy and free them from themselves.

She found herself a few blocks from the station, back near the alley where she met Alan. She glanced in his restaurant, hoping to maybe see him. She remembered he was a dishwasher and probably in the back working, so she kept moving. As she approached the front door, a couple walked out in front of her.

It was a man and a woman, a couple, and they were arguing. Erica clumsily hid behind a newspaper stand so she could listen.

“Babe, it’s not a big deal!” The man was saying.

“Not a big deal? You were flirting with the waitress, on our anniversary!” She was on the verge of tears. Erica sighed. Another shitty man. There were just so many, it was exhausting.

“I just said she looked nice!”

“Yeah, right before you grabbed her ass! Don’t think I didn’t see that!” The man scoffed. He didn’t care about her, Erica could tell already. All he felt was lust without love toward her. He doidn’t see her as an equal or a partner, just a girl he can manipulate into fucking.

“Babe, I can’t handle you when you’re like this. I’m going back to my place. When you get over it, come over and I’ll show you a great time!” He tried to give the woman a kiss, but she refused. He rolled his eyes and walks off quickly past Erica, muttering under his breath.

The woman slumped onto the bench outside the restaurant and started crying. Erica rose quietly and walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh honey, don’t cry over him.” The woman didn’t look up at first, keeping her face buried in her palms.

“H-How could I be so stupid? I told m-myself I’d never get involved with another shitty guy again!” She ugly cried, unable to hold back any of her feelings. Erica sat down next to her and gave her a big hug.

“Shhh, it’ll be okay.” The woman just sobbed into Erica’s slutty top. Erica’s heart broke with each sob. No one should feel this strongly over a guy like that. This woman needed her help more than any of the men she’d met that night.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Erica pet her hair, letting the woman cry it out.

“S-S-Sophie…” She sniffled, eventually pulling away to wipe her eyes and nose. She took off her big glasses to do it, but it wasn’t until she put them back on that she got her first look at Erica.

“O-Oh! Ummm, th-thank you…” She stuttered and stood up, suddenly nervous after realizing she’d been consoled by a prostitute.

"B-But I’ll b-be fine, I just need to ummm, I-I’ll go find Dave…” Erica took Sophie’s hand and gently pulled her back onto the bench.

“Sophie, you don’t need him. I might just be a fai- I mean, just a stranger, but I can tell you’re way too good for him!” Sophie blushed, pulling out a tissue to blow her nose.

“Y-You really think so?” Erica nodded.

“I know so, you’re beautiful and sexy and smart, you’re just missing some confidence Sophie!” The perfect plan formed in Erica’s mind.

“You know what you need darling?” Sophie sniffled again, still a little uncomfortable around this random hooker.

“You need your own conquest. Fuck Dave, let him be alone tonight. You deserve someone who will see you as an equal. Not just an equal, but someone who deserves worship.” Sophie giggled shyly, blushing as she finally stopped crying.

“Worship? I’m not some token or idol…”

“No, you’re not. You’re a goddess, Sophie. You deserve to have someone who will put your needs first.” Erica stood and held out a hand to Sophie.

“I’m Ruby, come with me Soph, I want to show you something!” Sophie looked side to side, making sure no one was watching. She reluctantly gave Erica her hand and followed the smaller woman around the corner of the building, back into Alan’s alley.

“W-What are we doing back here Ruby?” Erica smiled sweetly, pulling Sophie along until she’s got her back against the restaurant’s wall. For the third time, Erica found herself on her knees tonight.

“Don’t you worry about a thing Soph. This one’s on the house!” Sophie’s dress was long and flowy, it would give Erica plenty of room. She looked up into Sophie’s beautiful blue, bespectacled eyes, still swollen and puffy from crying.

“Sophie, I promise I’ll make you feel better than you ever have before, no strings attached. But you have to tell me you want it.” Sophie’s aura flashed. Erica could feel the Sophie’s secret, bisexual fantasies bubbling beneath the surface. Erica’s innocent, supportive face and words were just enough to allow Sophie room to experiment. Her magic didn’t hurt the situation either. Sophie quickly nodded, biting a finger nervously.

“Good girl.”

Erica pulled Sophie’s dress over her head, nearly perfectly hidden under the plentiful fabric. Only her heels and the very bottom of her sagging pull-ups were visible. She pulled Sophie’s cute blue thong to the side, revealing Sophie’s perfectly trimmed bush. The little heart above her otherwise soft and smooth lips was immaculate.

“Did you do this yourself Soph?” She asked through the fabric, smiling as the woman shivered around her.

“Y-Yes, it took a long time. Dave likes that kind of thing…” Erica tutted. How much time did Dave spend doing special things for her? Erica started kissing and licking Sophie’s soft, sensitive inner thighs.

“Oh R-Ruby, I don’t know…” Erica popped out from under the dress.

“Soph, I want to do this for you, but only if you want it.” She felt the woman shudder with need, her body responding even if her words couldn’t. She watched as Sophie squirmed, covered her face with her hands, peeped through her fingers, and at long last,

“Yes, p-please Ruby, I want you to-!’ Erica was herself too eager to wait for the woman to finish. She dove right in, licking and pulling at Sophie’s damp, gooey lips with her own hyper glossy ones. Sophie groaned loudly, covering her mouth with one hand while the other rested on the lump moving under her dress.

Erica worked her tongue deeper and deeper between Sophie’s folds, lapping up every drop of her sweet nectar. Sophie quivered, her knees buckling when Erica played with her clit, gently tugging and teasing the woman with her tongue.

As the minutes sped by, Erica realized that in all her training with Daddy and Deirdre, neither one showed her how to eat pussy. A crescendo of carnal ecstasy burned within the princess. All those years exploring her sexuality, she never made another woman tremble like Sophie was now. She had always blamed herself, but maybe her partners then weren’t ready themselves.

Sophie let out a wanton groan and Erica refocused. The goal wasn’t actually to make Sophie cum, as much as Erica would have loved to spend all night with the woman. No, Sophie needed to regain her confidence and she needed to do it with a man who would treat her right. Erica would only be a bandage on the issue.

Erica kept licking, slipping a manicured finger into Sophie’s dripping slit. She hummed a soft, seductive tune that made Sophie flush with desire.

“Oh R-Ruby, I’ve n-never done this before…” Her voice stumbled on the words as her body was flooded with fae pleasure.

“Hush sweetie, I know. Let Ruby take care of you.” Erica couldn’t stop herself from fingering herself under Sophie’s big dress. Her hand went under her pull-ups. She knew from experience regular human pull-ups couldn’t have withstood either her passion or her potty training, but these were her magic “pullies” and she knew they’d always hold up for her.

Erica sucked and fingered harder, bringing the woman right up to the edge of her orgasm. Sophie’s desperation built with every moan. Right as Sophie approached the edge, the princess reached out with her thoughts one more time.

“Take a quick break, the dishes will still be there when you’re done!”

The back door of the restaurant swung open and out stepped a confused Alan! Sophie let out a terrified gasp, the embarrassment of being caught mixing with the painfully hard edge Erica just left her on! Ruby popped up from between Sophie’s legs with a welcoming grin.

"Hey Alan! This is Sophie! Sophie, Alan!” Her casual introduction seemed to out of place, but before the two humans could get a word of protest in, the princess pushed Sophie into Alan’s arms and whispered to her.

“Now Soph, you’re beautiful and deserve love. Say that back to me.”

“I-I’m beautiful and d-deserve love…” She stuttered, turning crimson again at her own vulnerability. Erica gave the horny woman a big kiss. Alan could only gawk, his erection somehow already returning after earlier that night.

“That’s it! Now, Alan here is a very special man. He’s sweet, smart, hard-working, and his cock is fabulous!” Both humans blushed, awkwardly avoiding eye contact between ogling each other hungrily.

“Now Alan, promise me you’ll treat Sophie like the goddess she is, okay? She’s one of my best friends.” Alan nodded eagerly, the reality of this crazy opportunity finally dawning on him. Erica turned back to the still-dripping woman.

“Now, don’t you think about anything else but your own happiness Soph. Think about all the times Dave and other men have cheated on you, physically and emotionally. Don’t you deserve better?” The woman’s shame and humiliation radiated from her soul.

“Y-Yes, I do… b-but, no offense Alan, but I don’t know him! Isn’t that kind of slut-” She cut her sentence off, realizing who she was talking to. Erica just smiles\d supportively.

“It is slutty Soph, and that’s the point! You need to reclaim your sexuality sweetie, and Alan is the perfect man to do it with!” Sophie hesitated, but after looking up into Alan’s eyes, she wrung her hands and agreed. Erica blew them a kiss as Alan skipped the rest of his shift and took Sophie home with him. She whistled a song and blew them a kiss, blessing their night together with her magic.

Alone again, Erica approached the corner of Center and Main, the very center of Forest Cove. Her choker helped her muscles and scrapes to quickly recover, but it did nothing to bring her out of her cock drunk haze. All of her encounters that night left her body pulsing with magic. She tugged at her stained shirt, covering her nipples again. A new pair of dry pull ups had reappeared under her skirt without her noticing.

She approached the crosswalk and blinks. Her vision went blurry for a moment. The blinking four way stop light cast an intermittent red glare across the dark, squalid concrete crossroads.
Erica blinked again. The air was still. Even the ocean breeze, usually unceasing, had stopped. She became aware of just how alone she was on the street corner. No honking cars, no pedestrians. She’d never been out this late before alone.

She looked at the light. The incessant red flash pulled her in. Her feet took her into the street. No one was around, so there was no need to worry about traffic on the usually busy highway.
She stared at the flashing red light. Everything else became darker. Erica didn’t notice. Shadows crept closer toward her, only repelled by the blinking red light.

Erica was in the middle of the crossroads, looking up at the light. She watched silently as it blinked on and remained lit, like time itself stopped around her. The shadows around her warped and recoiled and her head spun. Her bejeweled hands covered her eyes as the princess momentarily lost her balance.

When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer alone.

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“Let us out!” Erica pounded her tiny fists on the inside of their spherical, glass prison, “You can’t do this to us!”

Margie just laughed in response, giving the glass orb a flick. The force made Erica and her friend fall onto their butts, TyTy and Erica’s wet diapers squished beneath them. All the princess could do was cross her arms in protest.

“Hey! Stop it!”

“I will not, little princess. I told you to get away from here, it’s too dangerous.” Margie closed the gate and the spell resealed itself with a flash of light. The old woman turned back towards the party. From her perched prison, Erica could make out the space in the darkness.

The space was impossibly bigger than what Erica could see flying in. It must have been enlarged through magic. Soft clovers covered the ground and a big, ancient oak tree stood in the middle. Lit candles floated just above the boughs of the tree like ornaments, casting a warm light over the entire area. Festive streamers blow in the breeze overhead and music, seemingly from nowhere, played in the background.

Along the back wall of the bar was a long table covered in food and drinks. Surrounding the trunk of the tree was circle set of huge sofas, facing inward. Waterproof sheets covered the sofas and the ground around them, like the skirt of a christmas tree. Pineapples were everywhere. This was clearly the right place.

“M-Margie, you don’t understand! We need the dwarves’ help! I need to find Danu!” The princess gave up trying to break free of the staff’s orb.

“The dwarves?” Margie laughed, years of smoking crackled in her lungs.

“They can barely put together a party to go digging for gold! No sweetheart, my coven organized tonight’s festivities.” The old woman walked slowly towards a bubbling cauldron next to a barbecue. That’s when it finally dawned on Erica. Margie is a witch. A real, honest to goodness witch.

“Not just any witch, Princess.” Margie winked as Erica gasped, reading her mind just like her demon daddy.

“I am Margaret Komananov, Matriarch of the Sisters of the Eastern Night.” Margie’s voice thundered in Erica’s mind, the powerful witch’s name bringing forth powerful, maternal, and epigenetic emotions. TyTy’s thumb drooped from his mouth while he stared at the woman. Tinklebrite was as far from the old witch as she could be, with her wings pressed against the curved glass.

“Don’t trust her princess,” her friend whispered, “I’ve heard terrible stories about her!” Margie’s face was suddenly huge in the distorted glass.

“Oh, have you heard of the Baba Yaga, Baroness?” Margie’s fingers passed through the glass to pick Tinklebrite up by her wings again. She held the helpless fae up to her face, looking her in the eyes.

“It’s an ancient Russian myth, warning the poor commoners of a powerful witch who lives in a hut with the legs of a fowl.” Margie twisted her fingers in the air and a red leather panel gag formed around Tinklebrite’s mouth. The fae squealed in dismay as the leather spread to encase the entire lower half of her head below the nose. Margie coughed and cackled again, tossing Tinklebrite back into the glass prison.

TyTy tried to help Tinklebrite while Erica tried to distract Margie. She’d done research on the portrayal of women in myths and folklore in college. The Baba Yaga, like the Gorgon, Amazonians, and many of the other legends regarding women, was likely exaggerated by men afraid of the power that women hold.

“Margie those are just stories. They’re meant to scare children and reinforce stereotypes.” Erica struggled reconciling her academic background with what was happening to her. She’d process all of that later.

“Well, the stories don’t know the half of it sweetie!” Margie laughed again. This time, another elderly witch joined in. She wore a tight black corset that helped straighten her hunched back. Wisps of transparent black fabric swished around her thick thighs, threatening to reveal the strange woman’s private bits at any moment.

Erica rolled her eyes while a third witch joined them. Margie and these other two seemed to be the leaders of the assembled coven. The rest of the women, all older than Erica, tended to the dwarves. Their stench was overwhelming. Margie noticed the princess and her friends holding their noses.

“Oh, don’t judge the dwarves too hard Princess. They’ve had a rough go. That real estate developer moved into town and bought out all of the local businesses on Main Street. The condominiums he’s planning need parking, so the first thing he did was destroy the historic buildings and dig out a parking garage underneath. After eons of living in peace, our little friends lost their home.”

Erica and her friends watched as the women lined the dwarves up in front of a kiddie pool filled with soapy water. It sparkled with reds and violets, enchanted somehow. One by one, the witches helped the small, burly people bathe and cleanse themselves. Their odor slowly started to weaken as one by one the dwarves got some relief. The gagged Tinklebrite and Erica looked at each other, their hearts going out to the unhoused dwarves. Margie continued soberly.

“We used to have our little parties every weekend. Even when they lost their homes, we could help them stay healthy. Our magic does well, but their bath house held ancient magic that is impossible to recreate. But ever since that sheriff got reelected and installed all of those cameras, we only risk gathering once a month. Which means the dwarves can go for weeks without a bath, shelter, or a warm meal.”

Erica was heartbroken. Kicked out of their homes by greed, the footsteps of capitalism once again tread the hardest on those with nowhere else to go.

“Now, little fae,” Margie’s face was once again huge in the glass surrounding them, “You seek Danu, the mother goddess of oral traditions and those who dabble in submissive and dominant magicks. The spirits do not offer second visions easily. Anyone foolish enough to go through with the ritual again finds themselves broken on my restroom floor.” Erica looked up at Margie through the glass. Her diaper sagged heavily between her legs.

“Please, Miss Margaret, I’m here on an urgent quest. We must find the goddess Danu as soon as possible. If she isn’t already captured, then she could be at any moment!” Margie narrowed her eyes, looking deep into Erica’s heart, then Tinklebrite’s, then TyTy’s. Surrounded by beautiful, older women and completely helpless, the boy’s little tent in the front of his diaper was impossible to hide. The witch smirked.

“Let me discuss something with my sisters. I may have a solution.” The three witches communicated silently with their telepathy. The dwarves and witches mingled around them, snacking and hydrating before their fun began. Finally, Margie looked back at the princess. 

“You’re more right than you know, small one. The goddess Danu has indeed been captured. We have been aware of it for years, even if we didn’t know explicitly.” She waved her hand through the air, leaving a trail of soft sparkles behind like a rainbow.

“There was a time when men feared witches, not daring to tread where we lived. But that was long ago, when Danu protected us. When she disappeared, we fled eastward from the motherland, crossing the great ocean before coming to this sacred land.” Margie nods with her sisters, who then go to gather the party goers on the couches.

“We will help you princess. Something is wrong here and my coven is not strong enough to fix it. But there is a cost.” Erica and her friends each gulped. Margie’s crackling cackle returned as her eye suddenly became huge in the glass.

“Our spell takes a lot of magic. Our hexes protecting this space may fail. If you want our help locating the goddess, you will need to leave your friends with us for the night.” TyTy’s jaw dropped and Tinklebrite’s eyes got big. She tried with all her might to remove the gag, but it silenced her spellsongs quite effectively. 

“Princess, I don’t know about this…” TyTy watched a younger witch in the background, totally naked with her limp, uncut cock bouncing as she walked. She passed around a carafe filled with a purple liquid. One by one the people drank. Those with penises found their cocks growing rock hard almost instantly, while their friends with pussies found themselves dripping down their legs in anticipation.

“I gueth if thith ith what it taketh,” TyTy’s lisp was strong with his thumb firmly planted in his mouth. Erica looked at Tinklebrite, who could only roll her eyes and nod in agreement. They had no choice.

“Very well! Girls, please take these two and let them help themselves to some refreshments. A fae will be an excellent addition to the party and the little human…” Margie’s voice grew low and hush looking TyTy up and down.

“Humans have such potential!” Two other witches take Erica’s friends away, leaving the princess with Margie and the other two matriarchs.

“My sisters and friends, let us begin the ritual!” Margie called out gleefully, still  standing near the cauldron. The music grew louder and the orgy began. Beautiful, bearded dwarven women kissed the witches around them while the witch with the wine dropped to her knees to start sucking one of the male dwarves thick cocks. Despite all she’s experienced, Erica was surprised by their casual depravity.

“Yes, that’s it my pretties, feast and be merry!” Margie cackled and lifted her staff to start stirring the cauldron below Erica. The steam and fragrances filled the princess’ prison, making the small fae feel warm and soft. Her own princess parts started to drip uncontrollably in her diaper.  Her body warmed and tingled with pleasure. Margie and the other witches began to chant as they stirred their bubbling brew.

“With silk and steel, the heart doth race,
In love’s embrace, we find our place,
A dance of joy, where shadows play,
And night turns bright in sweet array.
With whispers deep and passion’s grace,
We find our bliss in hidden space.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”

The magic circling the orgy became visible. Soft purple hues fell over the party and danced in the light as the mixture of dominant and submissive magicks works their way into the boiling broth. The low moans of the dwarves highlighted the higher whimpers of the witches as they continued their debauchery. In her haze, Erica saw Tinklebrite begrudgingly accepting a kiss from one of the dwarves women before being swept away into the crowd.

“Add the silk and velvet smooth,
In pleasure’s pot, we stir and soothe;
Feathers soft and leather tight,
We mix our whims by candlelight.
Twist the beads, and thrill the mind,
In whispered thrills, our hearts entwined;
A dash of heat, a playful trace,
We craft our joy in secret space.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.“

A dwarf cried out as a witch’s cock pushed deep insider her. Bodies clambered over one another as the orgy grew more intense. A squeal, unmistakenly human, was quickly muted by something phallic being inserted into TyTy’s mouth. It was clear that these two peoples have been partying together for decades as the orgasms started to explode out of them. With every whine, groan, and squeal, more magic flowed into the cauldron.

Erica couldn’t help but touch herself in her little bauble. Peeling off her azaleas, the princess played with her tits. The floral and earthy scent of the brew below her filled her sinuses and clouded her mind. Despite not being in the orgy itself, she could feel the touch of hands on her body, in her mouth. She moaned desperately, adding her own magic to the cauldron. Margie and the matriarchs nodded approvingly, stirring and chanting louder.

“Bind the chains and lace so tight,
In pleasure's forge, we shape the night;
A tease of ice, a hint of flame,
We stir the lust, no shame, no blame.
Through forest deep and tempest’s cry,
We search the earth, beneath the sky,
At last, thy voice, a tender sound,
And in thy arms, we’re truly found.”

The orgy quickly reached a fever pitch. People were fucking and sucking as if they have nothing else to live for, lost in their passionate pleasure. Even the matriarchs started massaging each other’s breasts as the cauldron threatened to boil over. Erica’s hand was down her diaper, fingering herself along to the depravity.

“Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble!”

With a flash of light, Erica’s back arched in her bauble and she came! Filling her diaper with her magic once again, the excess was quickly absorbed in the witches’ brew. Margie’s moment was now. Pulling her staff out of the liquid, the matriarch grabbed a nearby goat’s horn and dipped it into the thick brew. She took a long drink and Erica watched in hazy wonder as Margie’s eyes rolled back in her head.

The potion must have been good, because the elderly witch soon began to tremble, her own spontaneous orgasm erupting from between her legs. Her eyes turned white while the potion worked its way through her body. It felt like ages passed, but in reality it took only moments for Margie to return. She stretched happily, her spine popping with age.

“Princess, I have good news and bad news.” Her old, bent fingers snapped, and Erica was freed from her prison! Her wings kept her afloat at the witch’s eye level. The other matriarchs, clearly disappointed they didn’t get a swig too, took the cauldron to share with the rest of the party.

“The bad news is that Danu has indeed been captured, by none other than Sheriff Blackheart!” Erica’s jaw dropped. First the college football coach, now the sheriff was involved? How deep did this mystery go?

“Well, what’s the good news then?” Margie smiled wickedly.

“The good news is that I have a plan for you to rescue the goddess. Are you ready?” She whispered in the princess’ ear. Erica blushed in shock.

“Are you sure about this?”

The thumping bass of the party’s music pulsed through the windows of Margie’s apartment above the bar. Upon her release from her orb, Erica was promptly taken upstairs by the ancient Russian witch. Grown back into her human form, the princess followed Margie obediently. She didn’t think the old witch would hurt her friends, but she didn’t want to give her any excuses.

She didn’t know what to expect from Margie’s home. The bar below was so run down that the princess was ready for the worst. So when the walls were completely covered by oil paintings, grandmotherly knick knacks, and dark ancient artifacts, Erica found herself staring in wonder. Large, dated furniture took up most of the floor space in the small living room.

“You know, I’ve lived with the spirits here since before the bar was built.” A purple pacifier floated toward Erica. She started nursing on it as the witch spoke.

“I didn’ know ‘dat!” The princess was slowly getting used to having to speak through her binky. The way Deirdre cooed over her little lisps in Liltwood certainly helped her accept the infantile “royal” accessory.

“That’s right! I had a small hut under the great old tree out back. I came here over eight hundred years ago, when the forces of the pope in Constantinople came after my coven.” Margie opened an old chest in the corner, waving the dust from the air with an open palm.

“One day, when returning from communing with nature,” Erica noticed an ornate bong on the coffee table. Even though the state decriminalized cannabis years prior, Forest Cove opted to disallow any use of the plant within city limits.

“I came back to see that men had shown up in this safe little valley. I took my things and hid at first. They men cut down the trees and built Forest Cove right on top of the cave.”
Even Forest Cove’s forefathers had no regard for nature. No wonder the town felt cursed.

“I waited patiently until they finished this building. I wasn’t going to let some greedy American man corrupt the spirits’ sanctuary, so I went there and ‘bought’ it.” Her hands go up in quotation marks before putting her thick silver hair up in a tight bun.

“By bought, I mean that I cast a spell and sucked them off.” Margie added nonchalantly.

“You should have seen their faces when they came out of their haze and realized they’d given me the land for perpetuity!” The old witch cackled and coughed at the memory. She started to dig through all sorts of fabrics in the chest and clothes flew everywhere. She scoffed and sighed at some of the choices, throwing those to the floor. Occasionally she nodded approvingly at an article of clothing. Those that make the cut floated in the air, suspended and on display for Erica to see.

“What do you have all ‘dese, uh, cwothes fow Margie?” There was no way Margie would have ever fit into these tiny garments.

“Well darling, it was a different time when Forest Cove was founded. The first version of the bar was a brothel.” Erica’s mouth opened in surprise and her pacifier fell to the floor. Clearly it was a magic pacifier, because before it hit the ground it poofed right back into Erica’s mouth.

“Forest Cove has never been a safe place for women. The men that tore down the forest were the same type that made me flee my homeland. So I made this place a safe haven.” More clothes zipped through the air. A complete outfit started to take shape in front of the princess. Her face turned redder and redder with each addition.

“The brothel lasted for about a hundred years before the “purity” movement of the 1990’s. I cast a spell over the town to make them forget all the girls who had worked here while I got them out of town. Ever since then, I’ve kept this building as dark and unattractive as possible to keep people away from the spirits.”

Margie stopped, seemingly satisfied with the outfit she’s picked. She turned, looking Erica up and down. With a flick of her wrist, the witch’s next spell made the floating clothes leap onto Erica’s body! Her fairy outfit acquiesced to Margie’s magic, taking the form the witch desired.

The princess watched in an old mirror as her clothes changed. A black fishnet bodysuit spread across her body, the strings crisscrossing from her ankles to her neck. Her diaper shrank down to a pair of pull ups again. Erica sighed. At least pull-ups were a little easier to hide.

Tall pink heels slipped onto her feet, lifting her several inches into the air. Her long skirt turned shrunk and shrunk until it was apink microskirt that flared out at the bottom just enough to expose the bottom of Erica’s jiggly butt cheeks. A little white crop top floated over her head that read “Daddy’s Girl.” It was so short that if she raised her arms at all, she’ll expose her nipples to anyone looking. A tacky, cropped, puffy, and faux fur-lined leopard print jacket wrapped around her body as well.

Her hair put itself up in a tight, high ponytail, running down her back, the bright colors invited strangers to pull it. Her enchanted choker maintains its shape, but a diamond studded leash grew from it, the loop going around Erica’s wrist.

Beautiful, big golden hoop earrings hung from her ears and gaudy rings and bracelets appeared around her fingers and wrists. Erica’s pacifier turned into a sucker. The candy coated her lips in a sparkling lip gloss and plumped them up. A short, coordinated attack from Margie’s makeup made Erica into the prostitute of Margie’s dreams.

“Ah! What a cute girl! You would’ve fetched many rubles for Miss Margaret!” Erica blushed at the humiliating compliment. Seeing herself in the mirror, she looked like the classic prostitute. She couldn’t help but admire her own legs, the fishnets and heels working together to make them look longer and better than ever.

“Miss Margie, are you sure this is the only way I can get to Sheriff Blackheart?” The older woman scoffed, waving her hand dismissively.

“Trust me princess, if there’s one thing I know that the sheriff can’t resist, it’s taking advantage of someone weaker than him. He won’t stand a chance against you!” Margie took Erica’s hand and led the princess back downstairs towards the party.

“Now, remember, you must convince him that you need his help! Maybe feed him some line about a cruel mistress forcing you to work tonight, he’d love that.” Margie chuckled to herself. They walk along the edge of the party outside. Dwarves and witches were all over one another, fucking every which way as the fumes from their mysterious brew fills the air. The haze made Erica’s mind a little fuzzy.

“Margie, what’s in that potion, anyways?” The witch smiled wide as she leads Erica to the gate.

“All sorts of natural herbs princess, don’t you worry!” Erica’s pussy clenched in her pull ups. Whatever’s in that cauldron was making her extremely horny. Her human inhibitions faded away as she found herself more comfortable with Margie’s plan. She loved wearing skimpy outfits, this might actually be fun!

“Now, make sure you walk the whole length of town before you head back towards the police station. You’ll want to have some cash on you to prove to Blackheart that you’re a sex worker!” Erica nodded, blushing again at what she was about to do. She caught a quick view of Tinklebrite. The fae was now encased in leather, save between her legs and her breasts. Erica couldn’t let her friend’s “sacrifice” be in vain.

of the dwarven women was on her knees, sucking two of the witches’ cocks. The short, burly woman alternates between the two like a pro, pushing her nose into the skinnier womens’ lower abs. Erica couldn’t see TyTy nowhere, but she was thankful for his help. Margie kept pulling her along and opened the gate.

“Now princess, I told you to stay away from here for a reason. Maybe your queen has forgotten, but your tribe is “lost” for a reason.” Erica still felt a little hazy, but Margie’s lowered tone drew her attention.

“If anyone were to find out that you’re one of the Fae, you’d attract way too much attention to Forest Cove. As far as the human and magical worlds are concerned, the fae disappeared over 1,500 years ago, and if you want to save your people, you need to keep it that way! People used to do all sorts of terrible things to your, to put it politely, pliant people.”

Margie was right. She knew her tribe well enough now to know that if anyone malicious discovered them, they’d easily be manipulated into doing whatever depraved act their captor wanted. She couldn’t let that happen. Margie held out a small circular object to the princess.

“The next time you need me, call on this.” Erica took the pink, flat plastic circle with a seam going around its circumference. Erica opened it, revealing the compact mirror inside. She saw only herself at first, but after a few seconds, the mirror went dark. Margie held up her own matching compact and opened it. Erica gasped as the witch’s face appeared in her mirror.

“Contact me through your mirror first and I’ll make sure no nosy men are around.” Margie pulled in the princess for a big hug. Erica’s nose was stuffed into her soft, grandmotherly chest. She smelled so good, so comforting. The princess surprised herself thinking how she'd love to stay right there, in that moment forever.

“I know you taught feminism at the college. This may seem strange to you, all the sex and monsters, but I promise you will find your deepest, most feminine strength through your trials.” Erica nodded slowly before thanking the old woman. She stepped through the gate, leaving the orgy behind and beginning the next part of her mission.

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The soft sound of milling earth made Erica’s pointy ears twitch. She turned back just in time to see another dwarf appear, rising from a hole in the ground that promptly closed as they stepped onto the asphalt of the alley that ran along the side of the Spirit Cave. As soon as the single hood appeared, Erica heard the sound again, and a dozen other stocky silhouettes burst from the earth. With the fae’s help, Dinket got back on his feet.

“Yes you’re in the right place little fae, but I’m afraid old Dinket doesn’t have a plus one. You’ll have to find your own way in. Thank you for the water and good luck.” With a final, cringey wink at Tinklebrite, Dinket spun, plunged into the earth, and joined the hooded crowd stumbling down the alley.

“Come on princess, we have to follow them!” Erica nodded, but she heard something else. Footsteps, running awkwardly down Main Street towards them.

“Human, hide!” They shrunk down and hid behind the dented trash can at the corner of the building. Tinklebrite cast a distraction charm on the alley so whoever it was wouldn’t see the dwarves. They lay in wait for only a few moments as the uneven, crinkly footsteps approached. Erica’s jaw dropped.

“TyTy, what are you doing here?” She hissed. The diaper boy was huffing and puffing with his hands on his knees. His new onesie and shorts were woven from soft plant fibers, Erica recognized them as Deirdre’s fine handiwork.

“Princess I, I had to come!” Erica and Tinklebrite leapt up onto his shoulders. Erica checked the dwarves; they were still working their way towards a gate in the back of the bar.
“You saved me and um,” he blushed, bright even in the darkness, “Liltwood is a little um, odd! Coach Shaw, I mean Johnny, fit right in, but I’m a human. I heard you were a human once so I thought, maybe you could use some help…”

“TyTy, that’s very sweet, but the princess and I can-”

“Tinklebrite, we don’t have time, look!”

The dwarves had stopped at the far corner of the bar at the gate. Only the soft shuffle of their feet would have given their presence away, but the loud buzz of the dated municipal electrical wire strung above them rendered that sound inaudible. The butt end of another building on the other side of the block only left enough room for the narrow wooden gate.

“Come on TyTy, I guess you’re coming with us!” Erica sang her shrinking spell and reduced the former coach’s height down to their own. TyTy was still taller than either of them, but his constant thumb sucking and waddle made it obvious he was not in charge. Tinklebrite obviously didn’t approve of it, but they had little choice.

They took his hands and flitted from hiding place to hiding place in the alley. They settled behind the remains of a long forgotten fire hydrant, directly behind the group of dwarves. As they approached, Erica realized every dwarf smelled terrible! Their combined stench was worse than the durian trees Deirdre kept in a remote orchard.

The dwarf closest to the fence started to chant in an unrecognizable language. A series of clicks and whistles punctuate a deep contrabass melody coming from their throat. Erica’s fae vocal training kicked in, listening carefully, memorizing the sounds. She doubted she could recreate it herself, but she was only more fascinated as the other members joined in.

They began to stomp and clap in time, creating a steady beat for their mysterious melody. The magic in the alley swelled like the princess’s diaper while she and her friends watched the strange performance. Soon, the dwarves were singing, several improvising on open vowels over top of the repeating melody. Their vocal clicks and glottal stops synchronized perfectly with their stomps and claps, unveiling a complex, alternating meter.

The energy grew stronger and stronger, making the wind in the alley swirl. Unfortunately it also blew their odor all around as well. The three had to fight to keep from heaving, but they managed to hold it back. 

At the peak of a powerful crescendo, the ensemble stomped and clapped in unison one last time before falling into a hush silence before the gate. Erica had the urge to applaud, if not for her hands pinching her nose and covering her mouth.

A soft light started to glow in the center of the alley gate. Neon yellow and green, the glowing outline of an upside down pineapple appeared carved into the wood. The dwarves congratulated one another in hushed tones. Erica’s eyes grew wider as the gate finally opened from the other side, revealing Margie on the other side!

Margie the bartender looked completely different than Erica’s ever seen her. Where once she was an elderly woman scrubbing dishes in ratty clothes, now she stood before the crowd of dwarves, a beautiful example of the eroticism experience brought. Her gray hair, typically bound in a tight bun, cascaded in beautiful silver curls down her shoulders. Brown eyes, usually scowling, twinkle like stars in the dim alley.

She looked down at the small crowd, smiling over her soft bosom. Her bare, soft breasts hung low and invitingly under her black, sheer nightgown. The gentle wrinkles going down her body were just visible through the translucent material. A black thong rode high on her hips, covering her most private parts right under the crowd’s eye level.

“Hello my lovelies!” Her voice calls out warmly. Erica was very surprised when she heard a new accent on the woman’s tongue. No longer did she sound like a hick from the deepest part of the forest, now she had the soft, sultry tone of Slavic royalty. What is going on?

“Oh my, it has been too long!” Margie laughed, using her hand to wave away some of the dwarves’ odor. It blew over Erica and her friends, making them woozy once again. Margie leaned over to listen to the lead dwarf say something just below what Erica could hear. The woman stood up, smiling broadly.

“Yes, yes darling, everything you asked for is ready. You know, it really wouldn’t hurt if you all collaborated on your wish list next time. It would be much easier to get everything done! Now, let us get you all cleaned up!” Stepping out of the way of the gate, Margie let the group into the space behind the gate. This was their best chance to get into that party.

While Margie wasn’t looking, Tinklebrite and Erica’s wings take the three up high above the gate. They’ll fly in unnoticed and find an excellent hiding place while everyone was distracted settling in. TyTy tinkled himself, keeping quiet despite his newfound fear of heights.

The two fae flew forward confidently, eager to see where their adventure took them next, when suddenly, they were stuck in midair! Erica looked back at her wings and she could see a golden glow enveloping them. Soft light radiated out from her body on a flat plane that ran from the top of the gate into the sky above her. They’ve been trapped!

The light of the spell she’s caught in was somehow solid, giving the princess a surface to push from and try to free herself. No matter how hard she or her friends tried, their efforts were futile. Even when she felt the magic pulling her down along the plane to the ground, there wasn’t any acknowledgment of her resistance in the strength of the spell.

Erica was pulled lower and lower until she made direct eye contact with Margie!

“Well, well, who have I caught in my web tonight?” The older woman pinched Erica’s and Tinklebrites wings between her fingers. TyTy stayed stuck, levitating in the air, like he was stuck halfway through a hole in a wall with his diapered butt sticking out into the alley.

Erica was no match for her strength like this. A tall staff with a glass orb floated toward them. Margie whispered something into it and the orb faded slightly, maintaining its place between the warped wood of the staff, but becoming completely transparent. With a quick flick, Margie placed the fairies inside the glass prison!

Erica banged her fists on the inside of the orb, but while she went in like it was nothing, she was now completely stuck! She wobbles as the staff moves below her, Margie swinging it to also ensare TyTy with them. She then moved the orb so that she was staring Erica right in the eyes at the end of her long, crooked nose.

“Little fae, didn’t I tell you to stay away?”

The plight of the dwarves

The late summer sunlight dwindled into the evening. At their latitude, winter brought long, damp, and cold nights. The humans of Forest Cove and the fae of Liltwood were doubtlessly squeezing in as much summer fun they could before preparing to snuggle and keep each other warm throughout the winter.

Princess Aerie however, would have to wait. With only days until the damage done to the world was irreversible, she had to find the other goddesses before it was too late.

The sun was setting over the Pacific. Hues of red and purple streaked across the sky as Erica flew over the quiet town. She could see a few tourists packing their cars along the beach. The spire of the Forest Cove Evangelical Baptist Church towered above everything else, casting a shadow over the few visitors the town ever got. Erica remembered hearing about the town passing an ordinance forbidding any new building to be taller than the church.

Erica rolled her eyes. She hated how much influence the church had over the community. Erica never had problems with people who have faith. Some of her best friends were deeply spiritual, practicing all sorts of beliefs. They circled the tower before descending to tree height.
A non-believer herself, Erica was invited to a church service once when she first moved to Forest Cove. She didn’t realize that by saying no she ostracized herself. For a faith that preached acceptance and forgiveness, it seemed that only those who conformed were allowed those benefits.

“Princess, are you all right?”

Tinklebrite interrupted her reflection. Erica nodded gratefully.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.”

Her friend flew closer to her, taking her hand. Erica smiled, gripping her back as the two circled the town. She was relieved to have someone help her through this. While she knew the prophecy was her own, Tinklebrite had become a gentle mentor, almost like Bex, Erica’s human babysitter as a child.

Rebecca, or as her friends called her, Bex, was a teenager while Erica was still in elementary school. Bex helped her learn to read, cook easy meals, and played all her little games, even helped clean her up when she’d wet the bed at night. When Bex moved away for college, little Erica had been inconsolable. Now, Tinklebrite was starting to fill that hole in the princess’ heart.

“So, you know how to find the dwarves, right?” Erica asked timidly. The two fae landed behind the dive bar’s flickering neon sign. Tinklebrite shook her head.

‘“I’m afraid I’ve never interacted with dwarves princess. They live underground like Gjeremy and the gnomes. We fae hardly ever choose to go below the surface.” Her wings flittered in agreement.
Below them, Margie the bartender was closing up for the night. The bar’s garage door entrance slamming shut interrupted the otherwise quiet night. Once she was sure no one was watching, Erica led Tinklebrite down to the concrete sidewalk. The two grew into their human forms, their clothes turning from plants to fabric to better disguise themselves.

Typical for Forest Cove, the town was dead at night. No one walked the streets except to get back in their cars. Main Street only had the occasional pickup truck rip through, spewing black exhaust. Frowning in disgust, Tinklebrite checked down the alley that went along the side of the Spirit Cave.

“Nothing here princess. ”

The princess pouted, folding her arms. Her diaper was drenched, but she felt the magic padding renew itself as the used diaper disappeared from between her legs and another fluffy dry one replaced it. This one felt thicker, but Erica tried to push the embarrassment from her mind. Maybe Gnathan did heard wrong. Right then, the streetlamp across from her flickered.

A short, dark, and hooded figure was standing hunched under the light. Erica couldn’t make out his face, only the thick, black, bushy beard that hung over the front of the person’s ratty jacket.

“Tinklebrite, quick, look!” Her companion turned just in time to see the stooped man do a spin before magically drilling himself into the ground below him! It took only seconds for him to bore his way underground and disappear, leaving the pavement entirely unfazed. The fae looked at each other.

“A dwarf!” They quietly squealed at each other.

Just as suddenly as he disappeared, the dwarf popped up from the cement right next to the two fae. Erica’s excitement at finding him was quickly overwhelmed by the small man’s odor. It was the single worst smell Erica had ever experienced, and she often had to clean the Save-A-Lot restrooms. His beard was greasy and tangled and his ill-fitting clothes were dirty and torn. He looked up at Erica, his beady eyes squinting at her and Tinklebrite.

“You’re that fairy princess, right?” His voice was low and gravelly. The scent of alcohol washed over the fae, nearly knocking both women off their feet. Tinklebrite had to retreat a couple steps so she didn’t vomit.

“Yes, I-I’m…” Erica looked at her friend for support. Tinklebrite could only offer a thumbs up of support.

“I’m Princess Aerie. My friend and I are searching for the dwarves. We heard there’s a gathering tonight and we hoped to join. Do you know where the goddess Danu is?” The dwarf didn’t respond. His eyes darted from one woman to the other before he snorted and spat in the gutter.

“No one’s been able to find Danu fora long time.” He let out a resonant belch and that was it for Tinklebrite. She sung a short, wordless melody that Erica recognized as a cleansing spell. The queen sung something similar when she changed Erica’s diapers. But instead of leaving the dwarf sparkling and lavender scented, the spell failed, leabing the dirty man smelling even worse! He let out a drunken chuckle.

“Sorry fairy lady, but no magic can cure this stench. Only the ancient bathhouse under the town has the power to do that.” Erica held her nose. Tinklebrite was far too respectable to make more of a scene, but it was obvious she didn’t want anything else to do with the dwarf. Erica ignored her.

“Why don’t you go bathe then?” That sent the dwarf into a tizzy.

“You think I want to be like this? Begging for coin from humans after they destroyed my home? After they then arrested our unhoused and took them away to their horrid prisons? My people are a proud people and I won’t stand for…”

He gradually lost steam through his tirade, and by the end, slumped in exhaustion against the bar’s wall. Tinklebrite, ever the caregiver, pushed through the smell to offer the dwarf a large flower cup of water that she summoned. He took it and sipped slowly before talking again.

“Thank you, little fae. I’m sorry, but the times have not been good to the dwarves. Our magic should have stopped the construction down the street from damaging our caverns, but something went wrong. Somehow they broke every spell and the stone crumbled.” The women exchanged another look and knelt to his eye level. Erica was grateful her long skirt actually covered her bulky diaper this time.

“Why, you should’ve have seen the glorious tunnels and caverns we fashioned here. Glowing gems of every hue lit our streets and our artisans carved every square inch into works of art the likes of which no one has ever seen. Our bath houses hosted the magical world’s finest: elven emissaries from the east, pirate queens from the sea, and every subterranean species you could imagine came to our bath houses for our orgies. They say they even rivaled the great hedonistic pleasure caves in Hell!”

The dwarf sighed and took another sip of water. The magic flower glass seemed to help him clear his drunken mind.

“The dwarves have been on this peninsula far longer than the fae or humans, hundreds of thousands of years. To have such a deep, rich culture and history ripped away from you in a matter of hours? Maybe you can understand why old Dinket is down on his luck.”

His story nearly brought the princess to tears. Erica made eye contact with Tinklebrite again and the baroness was similarly affected.

“Dinket, there is a dark magic in Forest Cove, but Princess Aerie is here to stop it! Aren’t you, princess?” With both sets of eyes gleaming with hope in front of her, Erica had no choice but to muster the best nod and thumbs up she could manage, quietly dribbling into her diapers mid-conversation. Tinklebrite went on, unfazed.

“The princess will do everything she can Dinket, but she needs help. Please, can you tell us where the dwarves orgy is taking place tonight?” Erica didn’t miss the not-so-subtle squeezed cleavage Tinklebrite put right in the dwarf’s line of sight. She sensed his magic rush between his legs and stifled a giggle.

“Well of course milady…?”

“Oh, Baroness Tinklebrite.” A gap-toothed smile spread across Dinket’s cragged, hairy face.

“Baroness, why, you’re already here! The party is about to start.”