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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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Tink woke early the next morning. The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, and the sounds of the early birds were just beginning to be heard through her window. Her show down with Vidia wasn’t due to start for a while yet, but that isn’t what woke her. She had to see Queen Clarion.

The idea of becoming Consort to the Queen and nightly trips to the Main Land were slowly loosing their appeal. The down side to her loss was out weighing the benefits of her winning; the Minister had inspired doubt, and it was enough to make her think twice.

She dressed quickly and quietly, not wanting to wake Fawn.

She fixed her hair, and smiled at her hammer sitting on her dresser. She didn’t need to take it with her, but it made her feel comfortable, she was a tinkerer after all. She picked it up and slipped it through the loop on her hip. With one last glance, she looked back at Fawn, the sleeping fairy had cuddled up to the blankets, one bare leg exposed and draped across them, and her eyes tightly shut as her dreams still invaded her mind.

Tink smiled to her self as she flew silently to the door and out into the crisp early morning air.

Quickly she flew to the Home Tree. Strait to the Queen’s quarters where the door was arranged with fresh flowers, unnoticed by Tink as she knocked. Almost instantly the door was answered by one of Clarion’s attendants; Viola.

“Hello, Tink,” said Viola pleasantly as she stepped aside to make room to let the tinkerer in.

“I need to speak to Queen Ree,” said Tink, using the fairies’ nickname for her as she stepped across the threshold.

Viola’s face twisted in amusement. “I’m afraid she is in the bath.”

“Please,” begged Tink. “It’s important.”

“Okay,” Viola said, drawing out the word. “Let me see if she will take an audience.”

Tink stepped timidly into Queen Clarion’s bath chamber. She had been there once before, to fix a leek in the tub, but that was a while ago, and the room was empty at the time. Now it was a different story.

There before her was the tub of Never-pewter that she had fixed; with its intricate carvings and legs made to look like lions paws. With its two notches in back, designed to hold; which they now did, Clarion’s wings.

Clarion sat idle in the tub. Having never seen her with her hair down, Tink was awed by its length. Her long golden tresses, soft and smooth, cascaded down her neck and over her shoulders to float atop the water like a type of spider silk. The water was crystal clear and steaming hot against the cool morning air; barely obscuring the sight of her long slender body beneath its surface. Her arms rested lazily on the sides as her fingers created gentle ripples in the otherwise glass like surface, the waves of which would glide all too smoothly against her breasts as she breathed.

Behind Clarion, being ever so diligent and careful was Rani, who was washing her wings with care.

Upon seeing Tink enter, the water-talent blushed. Smiling ever so shyly she waved her fingers in “hello.”

“What is it, Tinker Bell?” Clarion asked when she saw the trepidation in the fairy’s awkward stance.

Tink rang her hands together as she fought to find the right words. Finally giving up she just blurted out, “What would happen if I quit?”

Seeing the confusion on Rani and Clarions’ faces, she went on, “Not quit, but if I didn’t want too... If I decided that...” Her voice trailed off.

Clarion just smiled her all knowing smile. She nodded slowly to let Tink know she understood.

“Nothing,” she said simply. Her fingers flicked at the water, “The titles will stand as they are; those who earned their place will remain, and Rani and Vidia will stay as they are.”

Tink pulled on her bangs as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back.

“So.... I wouldn’t get in trouble?”

Rani let loose a giggle that she quickly caught.

Clarion just stared at her in shock. “No. Of course not.

“The contest is completely voluntary, as are the titles and privileges given to its winners. Any of the fairies can choose to leave or forgo their duties at any time.”

Tink pulled on her bangs. “Even the winners?”

“Of course!” answered Rani, saying something for the first time.

Tink’s face contorted in thought, and her voice broke as she tried to speak, “Then... why does Vidia... stay with...”

“Hush now,” said Clarion softly. When Tink had calmed she continued, “Vidia stays because she is proud. She wants to be the best. And she can’t be the best if she quits.” Clarion smiled at some hidden thought, perhaps companied by a hidden pride. “Vidia is no quitter.”

Tink’s brow furled in confusion.

“But the Minister, she’s horrible!”

“I see,” said Clarion standing.

Her body glistened in the light, all shimmering and wet. She stepped out of the tub, and Rani was already waiting with her robe. Clarion eased inside, leaving it open as she walked towards Tink; whose eyes were glued to her bare sex. The Queen smiled as she watched Tink’s gaze fallow her.

“Every fairy is different. Some have common interests, others are more exotic.”

“Like talents?” Tink questioned, trying to understand.

Rani giggled quietly as she brought her hand to her mouth to hide her smile.

Clarion continued as if she heard nothing, “Not exactly.”

The water-talent raised her hand.

Without looking back Clarion tipped her head in her direction, “Yes, Rani?”

“Fairies have different things that make them go gold. Some of them are rare, and some are....” she blushed so deep her crimson color reached her wings, “more kinky.”

Clarion smile sweetened.

“The Minister is good at what she does. If you should loose to Vidia, I hope you will give her a chance. A week, at least?”

Tink straitened as a shiver ran down her spine and out her wings making them buzz.

“Only a week?”

Clarion clasped her hands in front of her, being careful to leave her pussy exposed for Tink’s hungry eyes. “So you’ll continue?”

Tink pulled hard at her bangs. Her mind was conflicted, and her body was anxious. She didn’t know what to think or do. Her wants were simple, and in spite of them the world made things complicated.

“Tinker Bell,” said Rani softly, but strong enough it grabbed her attention. “You got to me when no one else could.” She smiled brightly. “I know you can best Vidia.”

The glade was more insane than the two days previous. It seamed that each and every fairy and sparrow-man in all of Pixie Hallow had showed up for the for the days event. Even the mining-talents; who were usually busy in their caves, and the farming-talent; who had left their fields unattended; all of whom Tink had never met, had come to bare witness to the spectacle that had put all of the Hallow in a buzz.

The noise was loud, alive, and busy. The smell of the garden-talents sexually heightening flowers was stronger than last time, and the baking-talents were in a constant buzz as they flew all over delivering their treats to the masses.

“None for you or Vidia!” they would shout as they passed by Tink on their way to drop their delights into the open and waiting hands of the crowd.

“The Queen wants it as fair as possible,” explained Dulcie as she passed by her table.

The gathered fairies were clearly defined into two groups; Tink fans, and Vidia supporters. Some held signs, scribbled with rather graphic drawings or slogans, while others were singing particularly descriptive songs in support of one or the other.

Fawn strolled beside Tink, acting more as a bouncer than a friend as she kept the overly excited pixies at bay. “We have a few minutes before it starts,” she smiled as she bumped Tink with her elbow. “You wanna do another warm up session?” she asked coyly as she pushed her way through a group of fans.

“Again?” asked Tink shocked. “After I walked in on you at the house,” she squeezed her way through the crowd of fairies after Fawn, “And our two “warm up” rounds,” She did the quotation marks in the air with her hands, “I wouldn’t think you had the strength.”

Fawn seized Tink’s wrist, “Are you kidding?” She pulled her friend from a throng of fans up next to her. “This is so exciting. My wings haven’t stopped changing color since we got here.” She planted a kiss on Tink’s lips, sending sparks through both of them.

“You either.” Fawn whispered into Tink’s ear, her lips just barely touching her lobe.

Tink peeked over her shoulder, and saw that her wings were in fact cascading through borage of color. She felt a sinking in her stomach, and a nervousness start to swell; mirrored instantly in her wings by the flush of color that swirled through them.

“Easy,” said Fawn as she pulled her closer. “Take a breath,” she hissed as she put her mouth next to Tink’s ear. “Or I’ll be forced to take you here and now, and you can go face Vidia breathing hard and smiling.”

“Fairy Mary!!” boast Tink, scarring Fawn as she pushed her away.

The short portly fairy was hovering around a cluster of fairies, and hearing her name she spotted Tink and made her way over.

“Hello there Tinker Bell, and Miss Fawn,” she said in greeting.

“Hello Fairy May,” said Tink and Fawn in unison.

Mary landed before them. She put her hands on Tink’s shoulders and beamed at her.

“My favorite tinker fairy. The most rare and precious talent in all of Pixie Hallow.”

Tink blushed as her eyes fell directly onto the shorter fairy’s bosom. “Thank you, Fairy Mary,” she said, distracted by the bounce and sway of her cleavage as her breasts struggled against the opening of her top.

Fairy Mary cocked her head at Tink as she looked passed her shoulder. “My dear, your wings are in chaos.” She took Tink’s chin in her hand and turned her head from left to right. “And your cheeks are positively flushed.” In a lightening quick motion, she stuck her hand below the hem of Tink’s dress and cupped her mound. “You’re drenched as well!”

Tink pushed her skirt against Mary’s wrist as her finger prodded her folds.

“Wait,” she breathed out in response to the sudden surge of heart from her quim.

Fawn slid up behind Tink. She laced their arms together, and pulled them behind her back. She hushed into Tink’s ear, “Sh. You need this.”

Tink squirmed as Fairy Mary’s fingers entered her canal.

“Wait.”

“You’re too ready,” Mary said coyly as she lifted Tink’s skirt up around her waist.

The conversations around them stilled as the fairies turned to look on with glee.

“You can’ go in there like this,” said a voice, but Tink couldn’t figure out who.

“Wait,” she protested again.

The fingers between her legs picked up speed as they moved in and out. Tinker Bell’s legs buckled as she looked from one curious face to the next. She struggled against Fawns arms and the fire rising from within her. The animal-talent just kissed at her neck softly despite of the fact she was getting smacked furiously by her captive’s wings.

“You can’t go in there like this,” she whispered as she bit Tink’s ear lobe.

Fairy Mary started squeezing her breasts through her dress.

“Your nipples are too hard. This will never do. You need a... release.”

Tink closed her eyes against the watching faces, but to no avail. She could still feel their eyes upon her. She tried to push her knees together, but Fawn had her feet on the inside of hers, and kept them effectively apart.

“Wait...” she shrieked, but it was too late.

Her body tensed, and her pussy convulsed, sending waves of pleasure though out her body. Her nether lips grouped the intruding fingers as her wings burst into gold. Cheers and applause burst from the crowd as they witnessed her body giving into its desire.

Tink blushed deeply, her wings going crimson.

“There you go,” said Fairy Mary, sounding very polite and proper giving what just transpired. She sucked the juices from her fingers as she smiled. “Now, you’re ready.”

Fawn patted her on the back as she pushed her into the opening of the glade. Tink wasn’t even aware they were that close, yet here she was, standing on the edge of what was now an arena. Her friend gave her a thumbs up, “Good luck sweetie.”
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