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Tinker Bell and the G.F.F.O.	By : PurpleLizard Category: +S through Z > Tinkerbell (movie, Disney) > Tinkerbell (movie, Disney) Views: 19397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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At this point I think I should remind everyone. I have no association with anything Disney, ever. Never had nothing to do with Tinker Bell in any of her forms; books, games, movies, on-line, or off –line. Never had anything to do with the Disney Fairies’ in any of the aforementioned forms. And lastly, I’ve accepted no money for this story.

Fawn woke Tink the next morning to the rush of the Great Fairy Fuck Off. There was time, but not much. They decided to forgo a repeat of the night before, just in case they should run late. Fawn kissed Tink deeply, giving what she deemed just the right amount of tongue, and took off to find her squirrel.

Thirsty, Tink poured herself another cup of water. She giggled as memories of the previous night filtered into her mind, as well as what she expected to come of the Fuck Off. Her joy made her edgy, or possibly excited. Unable to decide which, she took another gulp of water.

It was as the water spilled down her chin she remembered the water talent fairies. More specifically, Rani.

Rani was the winner of the Fuck Off sixteen years in a row. It seamed like she was always in control, or rather, that she was incapable of turning gold, which was a rampant myth some of the new fairies believed. Those who had been around a while knew it was not true. They had seen her turn gold at the contest before. Then one year she stopped, won the contest, had had been there ever since.

Tink took all this in as she slowly downed her drink. Coughing at the surprise of a suddenly empty cup, she wiped her mouth as she looked around for a towel.

Her eyes fell on her toy and she sighed.

It would have to be enough.

The Great Fairy Fuck Off took place in Summer Grove, by the Morning Blossom, right next to Havendish Stream. It was a wondrous sight to behold. The air was full of the scent of flowers meant to heighten sexuality, a gift from the garden talent fairies. The flashing lights of gold could be seen going off all around the glade as fairies to eager to wait were enjoying themselves, their moans and shrieks of pleasure could be heard filling the din.

While the G.F.F.O. would be chaos, nothing more than a crazy mish-mash free for all of fairies, the moment leading up to it found most of the residents of Pixie Hallow standing within their cliques.

Tink could see the water talent fairies down on the banks of Havendish Stream, some naked, some dressed in clothing so sheer it looked to be made of water.

Tink could see Silvermist among the fray, lying on a lily pad, with her long black hair a tangled mess, and her legs spread wide as another fairy half submerged by the pad was busy eating her out. Both fairies wing a blur of color….but no Rani.

Tink buzzed around the grounds taking it all in. This wasn’t her first time, but it might as well have been. Everything had still had that same sense of wonder, of excitement. She even took the time to say hello to the sparrow-men as they gathered to watch. There was just so much going on.

The smell of baked good goods tickled Tink’s nose. She fallowed it to the area of the grove where the baking talent fairies had set up their tables, where they had all made their favorite aphrodisiacs for those who wanted a quick and intense orgasm, and judging by the swarm around them, there were a lot of fairies interested in their finger licking delicacies. Even some of the baking talents themselves had a wash of color flowing through their wings, a clear indication they couldn’t help but sample their own cooking.

Dulcie was one of their talent fairies, and head of the Queens kitchen, and one of Tink’s dearest friends. She stood proudly, if somewhat flushed, by her own table of goods.

Dulcie was naked except for her chef’s hat and apron, which did little to hide her body. The top of the apron was small enough it kept getting tucked between her bosoms, and the hem was so short it barely hid her shaved mound. Every time she moved, her slit was put on display. Even the bits of string tied around her waist only drew the attention to her perfectly; if somewhat full, round, bare ass completely exposed in all its glory.

Seeing Dulcie, Tinker Bell fluttered over her way. Busy with her work the fairy hadn’t even noticed her friend approach, as she turned to pick up a basket of pastries. Tinker Bell stopped just short of her friends back side. After eyeing her rump for a second, then with an impish grin, she reached over and smacked Dulcie on one of her incredibly smooth and perfectly exposed cheeks.

Dulcie’s entire body jumped strait as she let out a surprised “Eeep!” Her wings even stilled and turned a brilliant yellow so close to gold, that Tink thought that if the game had started, the judges would have had a hell of a time trying to decide if she could stay.

Dulcie whipped around to face her assailant, both hands going to cover her backside and forcing her breasts out far enough the top of her apron disappeared between them. Eyes wide as she saw Tink, she let out a breath saying, “Oh-my-goodness, Tink!” She blushed as she let her rump go and pulled her apron out from between her tits. “That almost put the cherry on my cake!” Once her top was again in place she rubbed her ass where she had just been smacked. “A little lower and more towards the middle and I think you would have.”

Tink was laughing. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. It was just so…just, there.” She groped the air in front of her.

“Uh hu.” Replied Dulcie wryly. Brightening suddenly she said, “Speaking of things that are irresistible,” she crouched down, and smiling dryly at Tink she reached behind herself for the basket she had been after only a moment before. “You have got to try one of my “Afternoon Delight” cupcakes.” She displayed one proudly.

Tink eyed it hungrily. She had skipped breakfast, and found her stomach was not happy about it. As an aphrodisiac, the smell alone made her mouth and pussy water. She let out a low, “Ooo,” through gritted teeth. Her hunger gnawed at her but her presence of mind made her refuse.

“Well if that little flower won’t have none, I most certainty will,” said Rosetta as she descended to join them.

Rosetta was a pale skinned beautiful red head. Her hair was done up and finely coifed, with small blooms of baby’s breath tucked through out. Her normal dress of rose petals was replace with a two piece out fit; the skirt was tight, low riding, and short, it was really more of s strip of rose petal wrapped directly to hide only her most intimate of parts. Her midriff was bare, letting you see her tone stomach and the top of the “V” before it began its decent to her quim. The cheeks of her milky white ass were exposed both above and below the petal, and her long legs, both delicate and dainty, were in a constant state of curve and flux as she hovered in front of them. Her top was strapless and bound so tight that her bosoms’ were not only threatening to escape, but her nipples were well on their way with both areolas visible.

Rosetta took the cupcake from Dulcie’s hand with a polite “Thank you,” and bit in.

As she chewed, she gave low moan. When she swallowed, her finger tips traced a line from her lips, between her tits, down her stomach, and ending between her legs. Her fingers disappeared under her skirt as she crossed her legs at the knees. Her wings buzzed as a cascade of color swept through them.

“Oh my,” she finally managed in husky voice almost out of breath. “Dulcie! My dear Dulcie, you have got to be the most talented baker in all of Pixie Hallow!”

Dulcie blushed at the compliment and muttered a humble, “Thanks.”

Rosetta licked the leftover icing from her lips as her eyes roamed over Tinker Bell. Using her middle finger, she gathered the crumbs from her chin and put them in her mouth. Her body shivered as another wave of color flowed through her wings, and her eyes twinkled as she looked at the young tinkerer. Slowly she pulled it from her mouth, and with a last lick at the tip, she asked, “You sure you don’t want none?”

Tink bit back her first several responses as her eyes bounced back and fourth between her two friends. Rather than answer, she decided to go with a question.

“How do you expect to win if you eat that?” Tink managed shyly.

Dulcie blinked several times before looking at Rosetta, who only returned her askance glace. In a single moment of understanding, both fairies laughed.

Flustered at their response, Tink pouted. Stomping her foot as she crossed her arms over her chest, she asked, “What’s so funny?”

Recovering first, Dulcie said, “Sugar, we don’t expect to win.”

“Win?” echoed Rosetta. “I only came to get off, not only in front of a crowd, but in the middle of one.” She tossed her hair as she patted it with her hand. “I’m not here for the prize honey; I’m here for the orgasm, just for the experience of being surrounded hundreds of fairies doing the same thing.”

“Exactly,” echoed Dulcie. “I get so hyped up on my cupcakes that when the game begins, and I go gold,” she sucked air in through her teeth as her hand balled into fists, “it’s so intense, so vivid.” She clasped her hands in front of her chest which had by that time again popped out from behind her apron. “It’s just, so…uhhh.” Her wings shivered on the verge of gold.

“Oh,” said Tink, suddenly feeling alone. “Does everyone feel that way?”

“Of course!” answered Rosetta, as she waved a hand to indicate the gathered fairies.

“Then why have a winner?”

“For fun,” replied Dulcie replied, as she picked up another one of her cupcakes. She stopped as her brow furled. “Until Rani,” she continued, “it was pretty much a different fairy every year, usually by chance.” She bit into her cupcake, and giggled as her wings uncontrollably fluttered in a splash of color.

Rosetta bit her tongue between her teeth and arched her eyebrow as she watched Dulcie respond to her own creation. Then, looking back at Tink she asked, “Why do you want to win so badly?”

Tink pulled her eyes from Dulcie to look at Rosetta. She forced herself to take a breath before answering. “I, uh...” She looked around hesitantly. “It’s... I’ll get to go to the Main Land! Everyday!” She rambled out quickly. “Plus, delivering wet dreams, I hear some of those Clumsy boys have cocks as big as we are tall!” She stopped and blushed slightly. “Could you imagine that?”

Dulcie tittered as she rubbed herself. “Oh-ho, yeah.”

Rosetta sighed out, “Yes.” Then coming to her senses, she added, “But you can’t touch one. There are rules, you know?” She directed the last of her sentence at Tink.

“I never said anything about touching one,” Tink flushed, “I just want to see one.” She stomped her foot again as she straitened her arms at her sides. “Plus, it’s the Main Land!”

Dulcie panted as she wiped the sweat from her brow. “Sounds nice to me,” she shrugged at Tink, “If you want I’ll help you out.”

“We both will,” added Rosetta.

“Great!” Tink breathed, “How?”

Dulcie smiled impishly. “Watch,” she said as she walked over to Ginger’s table.

Ginger was another baking-talent fairy, who always seemed to be in constant competition with Dulcie.

Much like Dulcie, she was dressed in only an apron. Unlike Dulcie, she was leaner, and her face was more angular. She was as good a fairy as any, nice and sweet. Only for some reason she always felt she was living in Dulcie’s shadow, and never recognized as the talented baker she was.

Ginger saw Dulcie approach, and rolled her eye. She busied herself in her work, trying to avoid the impending fight. She was having a good day, even woke up in a good mood. Rather than acknowledge her rival, she handed out her treats to the eagerly awaiting hands.

Dulcie crossed her arms over her chest as she rested her hip on the table. “How many of your ‘Honey Pots” have you given out?” She was of course referring to her aphrodisiac treats, but couldn’t help but enjoy the double the meaning in her words.

Gingers eyes narrowed as she looked at Dulcie.

“Alot, alright.” Ginger turned to grab another basket of her cup-cakes. “Now if you don’t mind, today is shaping up to be a good day, so don’t screw it up for me.”

“Yeah,” began Dulcie looking over her shoulder to Tink as Ginger lifted the basket. “I’ve already given out a couple of baskets myself.” She winked at Tink before readdressing Ginger again. “Bet I’ll run out before you.” She jabbed.

Ginger slammed the basket down on the table. She clung to its rim so tight her knuckles were turning white. Her head was down, and her hair hung to cover her face. When she spoke it her voice was low and shaking. “Why,” she began and grew only slightly louder as she spoke. “Why, why would you want to do this to me today?” She turned to look at Dulcie with eyes threatened by tears. “Can’t you just let me have this one day?” Ginger staitened as she turned to face Dulcie proper. “Do you really want to do this?” she asked, her voice low, almost defeated.

Dulcie’s triumphant smile faded as her jaw went slack. Her arms fell limp at her sides.

“No,” she said quietly at first. “No I don’t.”

Ginger raised her eyes and arched an eye brow.

Dulcie reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ginger. That was uncalled for.” She looked over her shoulder.

Ginger looked at her curiously. Then why did you come over?”

“Tink wants to win the Fuck Off, and I have a plan to help.”

Ginger shrugged Dulcie’s hand from her shoulder. “And what was your plan, to come over here and piss me off?”

“No. I just figured the best way to help is to give away as many of our treats as possible.”

Ginger crossed her arms over her chest. “And what does that have to do with me?”

“I need your help.” Dulcie admitted as she rung her hand together. “You’re the most talented baker I know. Your ‘Honey Pots’ are to die for, and I was trying to trick you into giving out as many as you could.”

“That’s low,” said Ginger.

“I know,” admitted Dulcie.

After a few moments pause, Ginger asked, “You really like my ‘Honey Pots’?”

Dulcie smiled sheepishly. “They are the best. I keep sending one of my crew over to get some for me.”

“Well thank you.” Ginger brightened. “And if I’ll help if you want.”

Dulcie let out a sigh. “That would be great.”

“Sure,” she said then paused. “And Dulcie, next time, just ask me.” She turned to her crew and called them over. After a quick dictation about delivering to any and all fairies, she snapped her attention back to Dulcie. "It’s done.” She blushed. “And so you know, I like you ‘Afternoon Delights” too.”

Ginger grabbed one of the remaining baskets and went to take wing, stopping long enough to turn and say, “When this is over, would you like to try my honey pot?”

Dulcie flushed slightly. “Now that, sounds finger lickin’ good.”

As Ginger and her crew took flight, Dulcie walked back to her friends. After a quick explanation of her plan, she and her own crew took to the air to make as many deliveries as they could.

“This is so great,” said Tink as she tucked her hands between her thighs. “I’m so nervous.”

Rosetta tilted her head at Tinker Bell. “Relax, rosebud. Your wings are all a twitter.”

She eyed Tink in thought. “Did you, you know...‘practice,’ this mourning?”

Tink shook as she squeezed her hands between her thighs. “I did last night.”

“Last night,” responded Rosetta, shocked. “Not this morning?”

“No,” said Tink as she shook her head. Looking around she added, “I didn’t want to be late.”

Rosetta grabbed her by the hand and began to fly, pulling her out of the grounds. “My goodness, Tink, if you want to win, you have to go in there with clear wings. Yours are almost a rainbow!”

Once out of sight, Rosetta landed on a branch of one of the surrounding elms. When Tink landed at her side, Rosetta pushed her against the trunk of the tree, pinning her there. Tink went to protest but was silenced when Rosetta’s lips found hers and her tongue entered her mouth.

With one hand, Rosetta grabbed a handful of Tink’s hair and held her head in place while her other went under Tink’s the hem of her dress. Her fingers quickly found their mark, and slipped inside.

Tinker Bell moaned a protest, and as the kiss broke, she gasped. “Wait.”

Rosetta dropped to her knees as she lifted Tink’s dress. She kissed her mound softly at first, then harder.

Tink pressed herself against the bark as she gave in. “Won’t they kick me out if I go gold?”

The red head smiled up at her as she sucked on her first two fingers. She pulled them from her mouth with a loud “plop” and said, “Only after it begins. Now hush.” She bit her tongue between her teeth. “You can’t go in there all riled up, you need to release some tension. To clear your...wings.”

With that, Rosetta pushed her fingers into Tink’s wet hole. Tink let out a loud gasp as she sank onto the intrusion. Rosetta held back a giggle as she began to lick and suck her clit.

Tink closed her eyes as her face twisted into one of concentration. She clung to the back of the tree behind her before tangling her finger in Rosetta’s red locks. As the tongue lashing continued, she began to rock her hips back against Rosetta’s face.

“Harder.” Tink grunted as she ground her sensitive nub violently against her tongue. She laced her fingers into her hair as she pulled her head against her snatch, trying to force the feeling deeper inside her, “Harder,” she repeated in a low growl.

Rosetta was pumping her arm furiously in and out as she added a third finger.

Tink squatted to open herself up as she pumped against her hand, “More,” she barked and Rosetta complied adding a fourth finger.

Tink’s jaw locked ass she forced herself down one last time on to Rosetta’s hand.

Rosetta drover her fingers deep as she wiggled them inside her, all the while keeping her tongue working fast and furious on her clit.

“Yes.” Tink hissed as she rotated her hips, and began to shake. She yelled in release, her eyes flung open as the world blurred into focus around her. Her wings shivered in a wash of color than burst into gold.

Rosetta wiped a finger around her lips as she stood up smiling. “How you doin’ sugar?”

Tink was slightly bent over. She had her rump and hands against the tree, and her knees were slightly bent and shaking, keeping her the hem of her dress suspended around her waist. Her blonde hair was tossed and messy, and hung down to cover her face. She had her mouth open but her teeth clenched as she took a deep ragged breath, one after another. A sting of drool hung from her lip, and swayed as she panted.

After a few moments, she tossed her hair out of her face as she looked up at Rosetta. “How much time do we have?” she asked as her wings faded back to their pale-blue, and urgency filled her. Not only scared she was going to be late, but she realized she had to pee. She cursed herself for drinking to much water that morning.

“Um..,” answered Rosetta stumped as she fixed her hair.

Just then one of the call-talent fairies went zipping by shouting at the top of her lungs, “Two minutes to Fuck Off, all fairies wishing to participate must be in the glade! Two minutes to Fuck Off!” Her voice trailed off as she continued on her way.

Rosetta turned back to Tink to find her smoothing her dress, and smiling as she fixed her hair and put it back into its bun.

“Let’s hurry.” Tink said as she almost danced in place as the need to urinate filled her.
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