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Quick word, I missed one of the story descriptions or warnings or what ever. But there is some mild golden shower theme in this chapter, so.....now you know.

The clearing in the glade was packed full of pixies of every talent; sewing-talents, dressed in the most provocative attire of their own design; the animal-talents stood next to their animal friends; the water-talents hugged the shore of Havendish Stream, where Tink saw Silvermist laying down on a lily pad with her legs dangled in the water; the light-talent were all nude and sparkling; the garden-talents smelling of sweet aphrodisiacs that had those around them swooning with desire. It was a cluster of every type imaginable, all of them ready and eager to begin.

Tink was in the middle of crowd, her nerves only making her need to pee that much more worrisome. She stood next to Rosetta, but that didn’t stop her from looking around the crowd for Fawn, or Dulcie, or even Ginger, anyone who had said they would help her. The only familiar face she saw was that of Fairy Mary’s.

The short, plump little woman was standing only a little ways away, as naked as the day she arrived in Pixie Hallow. Tink enjoyed the sight of her body, and why not? Her breasts were round and heavy, and both sets of cheeks were smooth and full. She was a motherly figure to Tink, the kind she desperately wanted to get her hands on. It was so full of curve with out being saggy. Tink wondered what it must feel like, all the fairies she had been with had small breasts and asses. How would it feel to grab hold of a pair that didn’t fit perfectly into you hands, but spilled over? She made a mental note of finding Fairy Mary later, and finding out for sure.

Tink’s excitement however, only increased the pressure she felt in her abdomen. She really had to piss, but to leave now was disqualification, and she wasn’t about to unleash in front of everyone.

“There’s Dulcie!” Exclaimed Rosetta as she pulled on Tink’s arm and pointed off into the sky.

Tink fallowed her finger and saw Dulcie, now naked, arm and arm with Ginger. When the two caught sight of Tinker Bell, the made their decent to land next her as they gave the ‘thumbs up”.

No sooner had they landed, that Queen Clarion appeared in the elm above the Ever Blossom, and the crowd fell silent.

Queen Clarion was a magnificent figure. She was taller than most other fairies, and moved with such a grace, that even when she was walking she gave off the impression she was floating. Her hair was done up in regal curls, which accented her angelic face perfectly. Her normal gown of petals was replaced by a corset that left her perfectly round, perfectly firm breasts exposed. Her long slender elegant legs were covered by something that could only be best described as “chaps,” assless, of course.

At her side, demure, humble, and provocative, stood Rani, another tall sensual figure of a fairy. Dressed in a sheer robe of spider silk that anyone with eyes could see through, she could easily be mistaken as the Queen’s daughter or sister. Her features, her eyes, her body, almost all of it mirrored Clarion herself, even her long golden hair that flowed down long neck, only to split at her shoulder to cascade down her back and hide her breasts all at once. She was even as calm and collected as the Queen as she surveyed the crowd.

Tink had a moment of panic, and she thought she was going to pee herself. There was no way Rani could have had one of Dulcie or Ginger snacks. She was coming in pure, and as impassive as last year. Something, Tink realized, she would have to deal with.

As she calmed, the urge to pee again twisted her lags into themselves. “Ooo.” She turned to Rosetta, “I have to pee.”

Rosetta was listen to the Queen as she began her annual speech, and hearing Tink, looked at her in annoyance. “Can’t you hold it?”

Tink danced from foot to foot. “I dunno.”

Rosetta pierced her lips as she thought, and then said, “Well then, use it.”

Tink was shocked. “Excuse me?”

Rosetta shook her head. “If you have to piss, it’ll be that much harder for you to go gold.” She waved a limp hand at Tink as she turned back to the Queen. “Now hush up, I can’t hear what she saying.”

Tink nodded slowly as she thought about that. Then she elbowed Rosetta again. “What if I can’t hold it?”

Exasperated Rosetta turned back to her. “Try,” she said dryly. “If nothing else once it starts we will find you a shady spot were you can go.”

Again Tink nodded. “Good idea.”

Rosetta lifted a finger to Tink. “But don’t you go out of bounds, or take to long. You only have a few seconds to be with out a partner, you know?”

Tink nodded as she crossed her ankles. “I know.”

Despite her urgency to piss, Tink found she was looking at Rani as she was introduced as last year’s winner, and flew to join the other water-talents.

As Clarion gave her speech, Tink temporarily forgot her need to relieve herself, and let her mind wander.

At first her mind went to Clarion. The blonde, blue eyed, busty goddess, who always seemed to have a partial grin on her face that said that said, “Somehow things would always be okay.” Her wings were always gold, something Tink had never really thought about till she realized what it meant.

Slowly Tink’s mind drifted again, to the figure standing to Clarion’s right, the Minister Summer; she was a delightful woman, as plump as Fairy Mary, but taller. She had dark red hair, and ruby red lips. Her skirt clung to her amply shaped hips, and while she sat with her ankles crossed, her knees were far apart; which offered anyone who wanted to look, a clear view of her swollen sex. She was also wearing a bodice so tight it literally almost choked her with her own bosom. That, however, didn’t stop her from taking bite after bite of the treats she held in her hands; an “Afternoon Delight” in one, and a “Honey Pot” in the other.

Her wings were already in technicolor.

It was a well known that who ever ended up her Consort would spend most of their time running to the Home Tree’s kitchen for “special deserts,” ending in a tonguing session while she ate.

Who ever finished fifth was deemed her Consort.

Tink smiled to herself when she realized how far Dulcie and Ginger’s cup-cakes had made it. Then she laughed when thought of her soul role over the next year being sent to get pastries from the kitchen, then to lap at the spring flower, laughed at least, until she felt the warning in her quim.

With the speech continuing on, Tink again drifted into thought.

To the Queen’s far right stood the Minister of Spring; he stood, ignoring his chair, posh and stiff as always.

He was dressed in his regal long coat, completely unfastened, and nothing else. His thick pubes were as brown as hair, and just as well trimmed and styled. His long, thin member hung restrained and pointed strait down. A ring of flower rested atop his head. His eyes cast glares down his long nose as he stared at the gathered crowd.

It was rumored that he lost interest in the Fuck Off when the sparrow-men were no longer aloud to join. Still, he would show up and claim his Consort as a matter of duty, constitution, and tradition. The hear-say, was that most one was asked to do while under his charge, was participate in a “Daisy Chain,” something he was credited for inventing.

The Minister caught Tink looking at him, and merely rolled his eyes, and pulled his jacket shut.

Fourth to finish was his.

Tink laughed again, stopping when she almost wet herself. Still, a “Daisy Chain?” She could do that. Besides, the Minister had quit a few handsome, if somewhat boyish, sparrow-men in his entourage.

To the far left of the Queen, sat the Minister of Fall.

He always reminded Tink of a hawk. His features were sharp and angular, and his nose was just a little long. His eyes were set, and hard. They never seemed to look at you so much as through you; never missing a thing. Even then he sat staring over the crowd, and Tink still felt like he was looking right at her.

He was odd compared to the rest. He didn’t put on any fancy clothes, or expose himself, or even dress down. He was just there, same as any other day, stoic and still.

When ever anyone asked one of his formers Consorts what it was like, they would just blush, and giggle like Clumsy children while their wing involuntarily buzzed in color.

Tink smiled to herself, if nothing else, she wanted in on the secret.

Between the Queen and the Minister of Fall, sat the Minister of Winter.

A chill shot down Tink’s spine that was so cold she almost wet herself.

She was looking at her! The Minister of Winter was looking at her, with a twisted grin, almost a smirk, on her thin pale-blue lips.

The Minister of Winter was beautiful. She had sharp angelic features, so smooth and flawless they almost came across as harsh. Her skin was so pale; it almost looked blue. Her hair was long, and white as any new fallen snow; which she kept pulled back into a tight bun. Her normal tight fitting gown was replaced with stalking that mimicked snow flakes, leaving her pelvic mound, which was clean shaven, bare, and unhidden. Her waist was exposed in its toned and chiseled strength all the way up to her breasts, which were supported by a bra with the nipples cut out. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and stretched out in front of her as her arms sat neatly on their rests.

No one knew what it was like to be her Consort. Nobody who was would ever say. The speculation was; that however beautiful you thought she was, that’s how cruel she could be.

And she was beautiful; slick and predatory, like a jaguar ready to strike.

Second place fell into her grasp. A right, which was well known to belong to Vidia.

Vidia.

Where was Vidia? She was the unknown danger Tink didn’t want to think about.

Vidia. The fastest of the fast-flying-talent fairies. Her speed gave her an edge over the other fairies, and it was common knowledge that she wanted to win Consort to the Queen, but was never able to get Rani to turn gold. As a result, for nine years, she stayed with the Minister of Winter.

Most of the fairies agreed; to be Consort to the Minister was more of a punishment than a prize.

That notion, fallowed by the way the Minister was looking at Tink, coupled with having to compete with Vidia, was almost enough to make the young tinkerer wet herself.

Tink went to confess her fears to Rosetta, but as she opened her mouth, she heard Clarion say, “Let this year’s Great Fairy Fuck Off, begin!!”

With her final word, Clarion through her arms into the air, the trumpets sounded, and chaos ensued.

Instantly the fairies were all over the place. The calm quiet of the Hallow, was all at once over run by the shout and screams of the perverse. Flashes of light were almost instantaneously seen bursting to life in random and scattered intervals. The smell of sex rose to compete with the sent of the garden-talents pheromone flowers in a wave of hot sticky mist.

Immediately Rosetta grabbed Tink’s arm and pulled her into the air. “Don’t stand still too long, honey. They’ll get ya.” Her words were almost in vein as Fira, a light-talent fairy, pursued them into the air.

She was reaching for Tink’s ankle when Ginger swooped up from the fray and met Fira head on with a kiss and her hand in her snatch. Fira gave a muffled shriek of surprise before relenting to the kiss. She spread her legs wide as she returned the fingering to her assailant.

Despite everything, Fira, Rani, Vidia, and the Minister of Winter, Tink suddenly realized a new reason to panic.

Freaked out she turned to Rosetta, “Oh, Mother Dove, no!!” Lamely she slapped at her hips knowing it would do no good. “I don’t have my dildo!”

“Your what?” asked Rosetta, but too late.

An animal-talent fairy had targeted her, and a frog came out of left field, and took her to the ground. Its slick shaft slid under her dress and between her legs before she even hit the ground. Once there it pounded into her with such force the surrounding fairies moved to make room.

Tink watched in shock as Rosetta struggled against the animal before her body gave in, and in the blink of an eye, she tensed and her wings burst into gold.

Tink glanced around the glade and at all the flashes of gold that were going off, intense and scattered.

Dulcie and Ginger had sure done their part.

Tinker Bell jumped when someone grabbed her arm, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was.

“Good, hu?” said Beck, another animal talent-fairy. She was buck naked and smiling. “It looked like Rosetta almost had you.” She smiled down at her frog.

Tink was flabbergasted. “She was trying to help me!”

“Oh,” said Beck stunned. She looked down at Rosetta and shrugged her apology.

The stunned red-head merely smiled and returned lazy thumbs up.

Beck smiled sheepishly at Tink. “Oops.”

Tink bit her lip as she glanced around. “I have to piss so bad.’ She confessed, somewhat embarrassed.

“Oh!” repeated Beck, “To the water-talent fairies then!” she proclaimed as she whisked Tink into the air, and off to Havendish Stream. “They won’t even notice someone pissing.”

Tink struggled in her grip as they flew. “And my dildo! I have to find my dildo.”

“Your what?” Beck shouted back as they flew.

“My toy,” she rambled. “The toy! That I made!”

Beck stopped and pulled Tink around to look her in the eye. They were right next to the stream and the moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the rushing of the water were almost defining.

“Your dick-stick?” asked Beck, looking at Tink quizzically. “Didn’t Fawn find you?

Tink was aghast. “What-no-why?”

Beck started pushing Tink towards the ground. “Fawn went back to you your house, said you left it.” She pushed Tink into a landing. “Stay here! You can’t fly by yourself. I’ll go find Fawn, you do your business.”

Beck shot towards the water, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll be right back!” She flew to the bank of Havendish stream and whispered to Silvermist, who was also naked at that time, and dripping wet. Together they shot into the air back towards the central glade.

Tink was left relatively alone. Between the crowd on the land, and the crowd in the water, there was a space of peace of absence in the chaos. Still, she moved closer to the water before squatting down below the leaves of the nearest bush.

Tinker Bell was so nervous, she couldn’t start right away, so instead, busied herself watching the fairies before her.

Which included Rani!

Right there before Tink laid the untouchable gold, her greatest challenge.

Rani was lying on the bank, half submerged in the water. Her body was wet and the gossamer clothes stuck to her body and hid nothing. Her legs were spread wide with her knees bent as another water talent busily lapped at her quim. Her expression was almost lifeless as she stared at the sky.

At almost the same time that Tink managed a trickle, Rani lazily rolled her head over her and looked right at her.

Seeing the dribble of yellow, Rani sat strait up, her wings took on the first sign of color in years.

Stunned, Tink choked off her stream.

Rani just smiled. Her eyes glinted with eager thoughts, and her wings still flowing with color, buzzed against the water. With a devilish smile, the long haired blonde tipped her head at Tink while she bit her tongue between her teeth.

Tink puzzled for a moment, suddenly shy.

As Rani’s wings slowed, and her expression faded, Tink managed to relax enough to let go of another dribble of gold.

Rani’s wings burst into color as she first pulled the head of the fairy between her legs into her clit, and then shoved her away completely.

Tink stopped her piss again in shock Rani’s sudden animation.

Rani stood, and all the fairies within the water stopped dead. Whispers and murmurs of curiosity replaced the cries and moans of sexuality.

With a movement as smooth as silk, she graced her way to Tink, who was still so in shock, she didn’t even move as the lithe fairy stopped before her.

“Hello, Tinker Bell,” said Rani as she clasped her hands behind her back. Blushing slightly she continued, “Do you have anymore, for me?” She asked innocently.

Tink suddenly felt very exposed. Not only was Rani talking to her, but all the surrounding fairies were looking at her and Rani, who for the first time since she won, had approached another fairy.

Tink blushed as she clamped her thighs together. “Yeah,” she said meekly, not sure of what was going on. “But I can’t go with everyone watching me.” She glanced around at all the eager faces starring at her.

“Oh, I bet you can,” purred Rani as she knelt in front of Tinker Bell.

Rani slipped she arms around Tink’s waist, and with the palm of her hands between her shoulder blades and wings, she kissed Tink firmly on the lips as she guided her on to her back.

Once on the ground, Rani let the kiss go and sat up. “You just need some help,” she said in voice just above a whisper. She hiked Tink’s dress the rest of the way up to her waist, and opened her reluctant legs.

Tink was nervous, but complied.

Rani ran her delicate fingers over Tink’s mound, glossy and warm from her earlier attempts. She giggled as she spread her lips and said, “You’re all wet and shiny.”

Tinker Bell blushed deeply as the other fairies gathered closer to watch. She began to panic, and could feel her wings beginning to buzz beneath her. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. As Rani scooted down to run her tongue along her folds, Tink felt the coals of the fire begin to burn. “Oh-no,” she quivered out.

Rani moved the tip of her tongue into Tink’s hole, and reveled in the combined taste of her sweet nectar mixed the bitter acrid sting of her urine. Her tongue dived deep as she swirled it around to lap up all the juices. Her mouth covered Tink’s entire pussy as the tip of her tongue found her pee-hole, and teased it. She felt Tink squirm as she squeaked out, “No.”

With her mouth closed over Tink’s cunt, Rani began to suck, pulling the lips of her pussy into her mouth. With wet “thlap,” she pulled away and sat up. “You going to give it to me, or am I going to have to go in there and take it?” she cooed.

Tink was visibly shaking, her wings a barrage of color. She took a steadying breath, relieved not to have Rani touching her anymore. To cum before a crowd was something she had accepted might happen, but to pee in front of one had never crossed her mind, and it had her embarrassed. The fact that Rani was asking her to do it, only added to her humiliation. She felt herself blush as she looked at the fairies who had gathered around to watch.

Rani smiled at Tink, oblivious of the others. “Last chance,” she said before she stuck two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them before pulling them back out, “No? Alright.”

Rani sunk the two fingers in to Tink, who quivered as she felt her box being invaded. She tried to push away, but only succeeded in lifting her hips. Rani began to furiously pump her two fingers in and out of Tink’ sopping snatch, while her other hand began rubbing clit.

Tink scanned the faces of the crowd for anyone who could help her. All she saw was the horny hungry eye of pixies pleasing themselves and their neighbors as they watched her writher. She tried to speak, but every time she opened her mouth all she managed to do was gasp for air and let out deep guttural moans of pleasure.

The world around her began to blur, as the fire spread from her crotch to her stomach. All the noise of the gathered fairies crying in ecstasy faded out, leaving only the wet sloppy sound of her pussy, and the stream of obscenities falling from the mouth of the normally gentle water fairy.

As the fire crawled up her back, she realized she was going to loose. Finally someone had set a spark in Rani, and not just anyone, but Tink herself, and now she was going to loose because she couldn’t give her what she wanted and Rani was going to take it.

Tink closed her eyes as her body began to betray her. Her hips started gyrating, and her breathes came in faster and faster. The fire was becoming all consuming.

“Ooo yes,” Rani practically hissed. “Give it to me.”

Tink gritted her teeth. She was on the verge, but she wasn’t going over, something deep inside her core snapped. She opened her eyes into slits, and forced Rani’s face into focus. “You want it,” she said as she pounded herself back against Rani’s hand, “You got it.”

With a forceful grunt, Tinker Bell pressed her back firmly into the ground, and lifted her pelvis to Rani’s face. A hot stream of gold splashed right into Rani. The blonde fairy laughed as she fell onto her back, letting the stream run a line down her body. Her wings were buzzing even under her weight, and a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors could be seen swirling through them.

When Tink let loose, all the surrounding fairies gasped. Those playing with themselves, or playing with others were taken back in surprise. It was something none of them had ever seen before, and at the sight of such nastiness, they went gold, hard. The entire circle that had formed around them, burst into brilliant light.

Soon as Rani fell back, Tink cut her stream and got up. She still had to go, but now she had ideas. Breathing hard, she grabbed the hem of her dress ripped it off her body. She stood, towering over Rani.

Naked and flush, Tink squatted slightly over her and pushed her hips forward. As she reached down and spread herself, Rani’s blue eyes focused on her dark tunnel as she chewed her bottom lip.

“Is this what you want,” demanded Tink. “Is this how you get off?”

Rani continued to chew on her lip as she nodded. Her entire body was squirming as her hands fallowed the wet trail that ran from her chin, between her breasts, and down her stomach. Somehow in her writhing, her robe had fallen open, leaving nothing of the transparent garment to cover her small firm breasts, or her swollen sex.

“Fine,” said Tink through gritted teeth. “Show them how nasty you really are.” With that, she let the stream go.

Rani was elated, she giggled as she twisted below the hot liquid. As the stream hit the nape of neck, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, catching and tasting the salty splash that landed inside. She fallowed the gold as it made her way down to her breasts; she pinched and pulled her nipples as the hot liquid seamed to burn them.

Tink was watching her carefully, and knew it was no coincidence that the closer she peed to Rani’s cunt, the faster and fuller of color her wings got.

Knowing she couldn’t keep it going forever, she aimed at her mound. Rani’s fingers fallowed the stream, and effectively blocked it from hitting her sex.

“Move your hands,” demanded Tink sternly.

Rani only moaned as her fingers played in the hot stream.

Tink cut herself off and bent down to smack her Rani’s hands into her cooch. “Move your damn hands!”

The slap sent a lightening jolt through Rani’s body. Her eyes shot open as her hands flew to her breasts. She was close, and she knew it.

Tink straddled one of Rani’s legs, and lifted the other onto her shoulder, and aligned her dripping snatch with Rani’s. Spreading herself with her free hand she pissed right into Rani’s hole. Tink watched as it would spasm and contracted, filling up the golden fluid only to squeeze it back out.

Rani was pinching and pulling her nipples as she kneaded her breasts, her head flopping from side to side.

Tink dug her nails into Rani’s legs as she pushed the piss from her. Feeling herself begin to lighten, she focused the stream on Rani’s clit and pushed hard.

A shiver ran through Rani’s body and grew into an earthquake. Even her, “Ooo,” was rattled by it. Then all at once her body tensed, and in the next instant, her wings went gold in rush of light. Finally her body went limp, spent.

Tink dropped Rani’s leg off her shoulder as she dribbled out the last of her urine in a trail up Rani’s body. She was breathing hard as she squatted above Rani’s face, “Now clean up your mess.”

Rani licked her lips as she eyed Tink’s glossy sex. “I would love to, but if I do, you're disqualified. I’m out now.” Her hazy eyes drifted up to meet Tink’s. “Do you want to go all the way in the game, or with me?” Rani took a lazy glance around. “There are only a handful of fairies left. You can win this.”

Tink straitened as she put her hands on her hips. The circle of faces that had been watching them, were done. Some sat alone, others back to back, some just lay on the ground breathing hard, but they were all spent with limp wings.

Rani sighed as she stretched, her hands clasped above her head. “You have to get Vidia, after that,” she giggled away the last of her words. “Oh Tink, we are so doing this again.”

Tink looked back at the center of the glade, where the main of the Fuck Off took place. Fairies still played as they tried for the top spot, and Tink realized she was one of them.

“You have to hurry,” said Rani. “You can’t fly by yourself, so you’ll have to run.”

Tink looked from Rani, to her dress she had thrown aside, then to her own naked body. She nodded once, and took off for the crowd.
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