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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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The three fairies were lead ceremoniously to the Home Tree. They were taken into the audience room, and placed before the Queen on her throne. The assembled council was none other than the Ministers of the Seasons, and Rani; who blushed at Tink when their eyes met. They had all changed their clothes and were now dressed in their formal ware. Which left Tink feeling exposed, vulnerable, and nervous. She and Vidia were still naked, looking odd standing next to a clothed Fawn.

The gathered fairies were arguing amongst themselves as Clarion tried to listen to their stories.

“I would have won if not for that...that...” Vidia stumbled over her words as she pointed an angry finger at Fawn.

“Squirrel?” Finished Fawn, not so helpfully.

Vidia glared at her as she clenched her jaw. “I was talking about you,” she hissed.

Fawn brought her finger tips up to her chest. “Me?” she said innocently. “You can’t blame me for everything that Nuts does. He has a mind of his own you know.” She finished snidely.

“The squirrel’s name in ‘Nuts’?” asked Tink, taken in by the turn of conversation.

Fawn smiled as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Biggest set in all of Pixie Hallow,” she finished with a nod.

Tink brought her hand to her mouth as she stifled a laugh.

“Fawn, really,” said Queen Clarion gaining the attention of the three. She looked around at the gathered audience before continuing.

“The truth is fairies; we have never had a situation like this before.”

Rani cleared her throat as she stepped forward. “I don’t think there is a problem.” She swayed her way to the Queens side. “Tink has done what no other has done in years.” She looked at the fairy and smiled lovingly. “She turned my wings gold, and that should be rewarded.”

Vidia panicked, when she saw the Queen start to consider this.

She pointed at Tink as her voice shook, “T-Tink cheated,” she said, swinging her accusing finger at Rani. “All she did was piss on you!!”

Tink turned to Vidia peeved. “That’s not cheating! The rules clearly say anything and everything within the fairy’s talent.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she stomped her foot and turned her back on Vidia.

The fast-flying fairy crossed her own arms as she arched her eye brow. “So, what, pissing is your talent?”

Tink’s temper flared. “No!” she said as she turned back around. She raised her chin and said with a calm finality, “Being creative is.”

“Oh-snap!” boast Fawn as she turned her wide approving eyes at Tink.

“That’s enough!” roared the Queen, shaking the walls of the room. The three fairies fell into silence and turned to face her with their heads bowed.

“Fawn!” Clarion called, and the pixie stepped forward. “You can fool the others, but you can’t fool me. I know you sent your pet in there. The reason my allude me, but I know it was under you command.

Fawn nodded quietly as she kept her eyes down.

“You are here by suspended from going to the Main Land for a season and from competing in next years Fuck Off.”

Shocked, Fawn almost forgot her place. She looked up to the Queen on impulse and almost said something. At the last second she bit her tongue and nodded as she stepped back in line.

“Vidia!” barked Clarion, and she stepped forward.

“Yes, my Queen?” She asked meekly. Her arms were at her sides, and shaking. But she kept her eyes low.

“If Tinker Bell is accused of cheating, than Rani is back in the game. And you have accomplished nothing! Do you understand?”

“Yes, my Queen.” Vidia nodded once then stepped back in line.

“Tinker Bell!” commanded Queen Clarion.

Shaking like a fall leaf, she stepped forward nervously as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Yeah?” She asked sheepishly.

The Minister of Winter harrumphed disapprovingly.

Ignoring her unspoken comment, Clarion continued.

“I need you to construct another of one of your toys. You will have two days, but it needs to be twice as long and capable of taking a fairy on both ends. Can you do that?”

Tink nodded slowly. She looked at Clarion quizzically and asked, “Why?”

The Minister of Winter shot up out of her chair. “The audacity!” she turned to the Queen, “Please let me have her!”

Clarion stiffened. She turned slowly to fix the Minister with a piercing gaze. The Minister suddenly squirmed. It was an uncharacteristic look for her.

“You,” Clarion said quietly but so sternly it shook those who heard her, “will hold your tongue and remember your place.”

The Minister met her eyes. Shaking, she lowered her gaze and returned to her seat. Her eyes remained down as her body stiffened in its chair. “Forgive me, my Queen.”

Vidia managed a small fleeting smile.

Satisfied, Queen Clarion turned back to Tink and smiled at the young pixie.

“You have two days to complete you project, my dear. For on the third day, you and Vidia will meet back in the glade for a show down of sorts. And you new... dick-stick?” she said trying the word out.

“Yes, Ree.” Answered Fawn to her unasked question.

Tink just rolled her eyes.

Clarion nodded. “Your dick-stick will be vital.”

“Vital?” asked Tink.

This time the Minister held her silence, but her glare at Tink spoke volumes.

“Each of you will have it inserted into your sex, and you will battle out till gold. If either of you should slip off, or have it pulled from you, you are out. Any questions?”

Tink shook her head as she pulled her bangs. “No,” she answered slowly

“From anyone?” Clarion asked raising her voice. When the silence stretched out what she deemed appropriate, she continued. “So until such time as one of you is named the winner, all titles stand.”

Clarion looked at Tink and Vidia. “I will see you both in three days. Dismissed.”

No sooner had the Queen said those words, than the Minister of Winter was on her feet marching towards them. Her eyes were cold and unforgiving as she glanced at Tink before focusing her anger on Vidia. She seized the fairy by the elbow and march out of the room half pulling her out behind her.

Once alone, Fawn let out a breath that turned into a laugh.

“Holy Mother Dove, that was intense.” She chuckled. She turned to Tink who was clearly not as well to do as herself.

Seeing her friends inquiring look, Tink tried to brighten. She slowly pushed her fist into the air.

“Yay,” she said drearily.

The next day Tink worked in her shop. Completing the new toy should have been easy. The only reason she had yet to finish it was because of all the constant interruptions. Fairies of all different talents had stopped by. Some just wanted to congratulate her, others wanted to see her now famous “dick-stick,” and beg her to make them one. Others still just wanted to challenge her and see if she was as good as the gossip had made her out to be. It was almost a never ending parade “knocks” and “are you busy” at her door.

Fairy Mary, who was usually the busy bee, stopped in to tell her not only, “thank you,” for the “most intense orgasm” of her life, but also to tell her how excited she was to be the Consort to the Minister of Autumn. She even wondered if Tink wanted to take a break so they could reenact their deeds from the day before.

Poor Tink had a hard time saying no.

Rani even showed up. Not once, but three times alone that first day. She kept asking Tink if she needed a brake, and bringing her cups of water that she deemed to be, “the coldest, and most refreshing water in all of Pixie Hallow,” and that she’d be back to check on her “just incase she got thirsty.”

It was a nightmare.

By the end of the first day the only thing she had accomplished was finding a piece of wood the right length, and asking Terence (during one of his stops to see if she needed a brake) to bring her more dust.

It was almost a complete waist of a day.

The next morning, on her way to Tinkers Nook, she ran into Fawn and Beck; who was arm in arm and on their way to see her. They wanted to check her progress. Tink had explained the previous day’s events, and confessed her worry that she might not finish in time. Tink pulled at he bangs as she flew in small sporadic circles around the two animal talents.

Seeing her distress, the fairies offered their help. They said they’d stand out side her door and turn away anyone who came looking for her. They even offered to run her errands for her. Tink thanked them both, and the three made their way to her workshop.

As Tink worked, she was surprised at how well the two of them did their job. True to their word, they did not let a single fairy in, she was not bothered once. She could hear them outside the door turning away everyone, even Fairy Mary! Time flew as Tink worked, and before she knew it, she was done. There before her was the Queens request; a double headed dildo.

She sat back with a sigh. It always felt good when a job was done.

She glanced at the door and could hear Fawn and Beck talking outside as they turned away another potential interruption. She groaned. She didn’t want to go out there.

Looking back at her toy, she smiled to herself. A little private time was in order, and as far as she was concerned, a little over-do.

Her new toy had the same firmness as the original, bending as desired, but always hard. She put in the same attention to detail, and the same amount of dust. It was exactly what she picture the Queen had expected. It felt just as naughty in her hands, but it filled her mind with dirtier ideas.

Tink slid to the edge of her seat and pulled her skirt up. She sucked on two of her fingers, as she began to rub her mound. Once satisfied at how wet she had her fingers, she brought them down to her cunny. Spreading herself with one hand, she slowly slipped her fingers inside. The walls of her canal contracted against her fingers, and sucked them into her depths. She rubbed her clit with her free hand, sending sparks of desire into her core, where the fire began to smolder. With both of her hands busy, she pressed her arms into the sides of her breasts, forcing them together and to pop out of her top. She eyed her nipples with lust as she remembered Fairy Mary’s orbs as they swayed with reckless abandon during the game.

After a small shudder, Tinker Bell grabbed her new toy. She put her feet up on the edge of the table as she leaned back in her seat. She ran the double-headers incredible length along her slit, her mind reeled as she imagined taking it all in. Every intricately carved vein she cam in contact with just excited her more and more. As she reached the end, she was unable to resist and pushed the bulbous head into her wet hole.

It filled her so nicely.

Slowly she let it sink as far as it could go. Her thighs shivered as she let it plunge deeper, and deeper. The walls of her canal welcomed it like a friendly guest that it took right to the bed room. It seamed an endless venture, till at last she hit the base of her quim. She jumped when it reached the bottom, jerking slightly at the pain, but relaxed as she withdrew only a bit. Her pussy began to spasm and contract around its girth, making sloppy wet noises that only happened in the throws of passion, and she felt the end in her hand swell.

Through half-slit eyes she gawked at her toy. “No way.”

She squeezed it base. It swelled within her and again pushed against her cervix. The pain shot through, and with a mouse like, “Eeep!” her cunny responded, clamping down on the toy. The end in her hand swelled again.

“Oooo-yeah.” She laughed out.

She began moving the toy in and out as she caused it to swell from one end to the other. She alternated her rhythms; sometimes she would swell it on the in stroke; sometimes on the out. She swelled it at her base, and she swelled it at her opening. Her pussy had never felt so used. It was stretching in ways she never would have thought, and each time she clamped down on it, the swollen head in her hand just made her feel so...powerful.

Delighted with herself and her new toy she began to giggle with glee.

Using her free hand she toggled between squeezing her breasts and rubbing her clit, until finally on an in stroke she squeezed it so hard in her hands it swelled in her cunt and forced open the hidden hole within. Tink felt the pain, and it mixed with the fire burning in her blood. It shot forth from her quim to the tips of her toes, and the ends of her wings, and made itself visible in a burst of brilliant golden light.

She exhaled deeply as the moment passed, and shivered as she pulled the toy from her box. It seamed reluctant to let it go.

“Nice,” said Fawn, startling Tink.

Tink spun around in her chair. The two animal talents were inside her room, standing on either side of the door. Fawn had her pants unfastened with her hand buried within. Beck had her skirt pulled to the side and her fingers prodding at her quim.

Tink tried to cover herself as her shock gave way to embarrassment. She tried to pull her top up, but it got stuck under her breasts, while at the same time she tried to pull her hem down, but was sitting on it effectively stopping it from going anywhere.

Tink flushed shyly as she finally managed to pull her top up over her breasts.

“So you guys enjoyed the show, hu?”

“Oh-yeah,” moaned Beck huskily. Her fingers worked at her pussy in an eager sloppiness. Her knees buckled as her back fell against the wall and her wings burst in gold.

Fawn shuddered through a cleansing breath as she pulled her hand from her gash. The shiver ran through her body, and the color in her wings slowly faded. She tipped her head at Beck. “She had a better view.”

She stepped towards Tink as she fastened up her pants. Ignoring the blushing tinkerer, she looked at the toy. “So is that it?”

Forgetting her skirt was still at her hips; Tink began to chew on her finger. She swiveled back and forth in her seat as her eyes traced the line of Fawns body.

“Yes,” she finally managed hiss out.

Fawn looked down at Tink, and an ever so naughty grin stole over her lips.

Beck laughed as she opened the door and stepped through to the outside. She went to closed the door behind her, but not before saying,” Good evening ladies.”

She had almost shut the door before she stuck her head back in. Tink and Fawn broke their kiss to look at her, and Beck blushed slightly at them.

“My bet’s on you tomorrow, Tink.”

The tinker smiled as she pulled Fawn in close and hugger her waist. Her cheek pressed against the fairy’s bare mid-rift as her eyes twinkled at Beck.

“Thanks.”

Back at Tinker Bell’s house, she and Fawn were having a gay-(pun intended)-old time. They giggled like school girls as they played with each other like children. They were breaking in the new toy, trying it this way and that. For Tink, this was training, a type of practice; for Fawn, it was just plain fun.

Wanting to be left alone, they even took the time to scribble out a “Do Not Disturb” sign. Sure, it was hurried, and probably miss-spelled, but it was there. However it did not stop the harsh wrapping of knock that happened right at the height of their game.

“Go away!” shouted Fawn as she flipped Tink over. She had the toy in her quim and was shaking it at the tinkerer like it was her own penis.

There was another series of knocks, harder and more urgent.

“Ca-can you come back tomorrow?” called out Tink as Fawn tickled her cunny with the tip of the toy.

No sooner had Tink finished her sentence, then the door swung open. In its archway, stood the Minister of Winter. She surveyed the room quietly before resting her eyes on the naked and shocked fairies. Seeing them she arched an eyebrow, and entered; closing the door behind her.

Both fairies felt a chill when they saw the Minister. What ever frivolity that had filled the room, choked on the invading ice, and died. Fawn sat onto her haunches and quickly pulled the blankets up to hide herself. Tink stumbled to her feet as she stood to face her... guest.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, uncomfortable at her own nakedness.

The Minister ignored her, walking further into the room. She ran a pale finger along the top of Tink’s dresser. Not bothering to check it for dust, she wiped it against her dress as she moved on. Her eyes looked over every detail. Stoic and cruel, her empty eyes judged the room from top to bottom, but never gave a verdict. Slowly she made her way around in a commanding silence.

Having enough, Tink moved to stand directly in front of her. Her nudity forgotten, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Is there something I can help you with?”

The Minister stopped. She roamed her eyes over the tinkerer in a look of disgust. She reached out and grabbed Tink by the chin, turning her head slightly to better inspect.

Tink slapped her hand away. “What are you doing?” she asked angrily.

The pale beauty smirked, as she shook her head full of long white hair. “If you must know, I’m inspecting my new Consort,” she said smugly.

Scared, Tink backed up a step. “No! That hasn’t been...” She was shaking. “Me and Vidia still have to finish!”

The Minister rolled her eyes.

“Yes, well, a formality really. Vidia is mine and will do what I tell her to do.”

Tink looked up at the Minister horrified. “Vidia is your Consort, not a slave.”

With a dismissive wave of her hand, the Minister continued to look at the room.

“It’s all the same really.” She looked over her shoulder at Tink and smiled. Not a warm smile or even an empty smile. It was one of promise, of cruel, unforgiving promise. Much like the cat how promised not to hurt the canary. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Tink fumed. She stomped her foot as her arms shot strait at her sides. “I will never be yours!”

The Minister continued around the room, her eyes exploring every detail to the point Tink was starting to feel violated. The Minister even stepping close enough to the bed to make Fawn edge away from her. She smiled at her effect on the pixie and turned back to Tink.

“I guess that’s up to Vidia, isn’t it?” Her tone was so sugary sweet; Tink thought she was going to choke on it.

“And since Vidia will do whatever I tell her too; win if I tell her to win; lose if I tell her to lose.” Her eyes twinkled at Tink from within their dark depths. “Or make sure a certain fairy comes in second.”

“Vidia’s not like that,” said Tink, doubting her own words.

Vidia was selfish, often; cruel, usually; stubborn... well so was Tink. But Vidia was not a slave.

“Oh really,” said the Minister turning to face her proper. “Who do you think told Vidia to keep the fairies off you during the Fuck Off? To keep you in the running till only the two of you were left?”

She smiled a wide toothy smile that sent a sliver of fear through Tink’s blood, right down to her core. Her mind raced as she thought about the game and the event there in.

Her head came up suddenly. “What about Rani? I defeated Rani! Was that part of your plan?” Tink was angry, but doubt was working into her psyci.

The Minister curled a lip. “That was a fluke, and an unfortunate turn of events. Vidia was supposed to get you to second and loose.” She exhaled sharply. “She always has to be the best.”

The Minister eyed Tink. Her malevolent grin returned. “So much the better I suppose. Tomorrow she’ll get her cake, and eat it too.” Her eyes narrowed at Tink. “And I’ll get you.”

“Not if Tink gets Vidia to go gold first!” said Fawn. Her voice was shaking but resolute, and her eyes were scared but defiant.

Slowly the Minister turned to Fawn, her gaze paralyzing the pixie. Her smile was thin and cold as her soulless eyes stared through the animal-talent.

“My dear,” she said turning back to Tink. “Vidia is not one of you little playmates. You frivolous games will not get to her. You’re just too...” she cocked her head as her eyes pierced through Tink, “Gentle.” She finished with a sneer, like the word left a bad taste in her mouth.

The Minister turned and headed to the door. Opening it, she stopped to turn back to the fairies that had both gone numb from her words.

“I look forward to our time together, Miss Bell. We will have such wonderful...fun.”

The word “fun” hit Tink like a cold wet slap in the face. She was in turmoil. Unable to tell if she was angry, or afraid, she just began to feel empty.

After the Minister had gone, Fawn pulled the toy from her nether regions and set it aside. Tink took a seat on the edge of the bed, and she moved closer and wrapped her arms around her. She pulled Tink’s head into chest as she kissed her hair softly. The smell of lavender and patchouli wafted into her nose.

“Don’t listen to her,” said Fawn. “If anyone can get Vidia, it’s you.” Her words came out more certain than she felt, but that was the point.

Tink patted her hand as she began to rock unconsciously. “I hope so.”

Fawn took her face in her hands and kissed her gently on the lips. “I know so.”

Tink smiled lovingly at her friend. She brushed the stray hairs from Fawns eye as she smiled weakly. The two of them fell back into bed in silence.

When sleep finally came to Tink, it was restless, and full of worry.
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