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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 stepped into the clearing slowly. She tried to remind herself that it was all for fun, and she began to wonder whose fun exactly? The crowd burst into cheers when they saw her, and indeed they looked happy. Clank and Bobble where at the side lines elbowing each other, and giddy as they waved their cocks at her in support. The gathered court and the Queen looked positively thrilled, even the Minister of Winter seemed to a have an unnerving smile that denoted a type of evil glee. Everyone seemed to be having fun. Except Tink, who felt a ball form in the pit of her stomach as she moved forward.

Vidia already stood in the centre of the clearing. She had her arms folded in classic Vidia style just below her small hand sized breasts.

There was no doubt Vidia was beautiful. Her pale alabaster skin was flawless, and stood in stark contrast to her long dark hair and red pouty lips. Her body was lean and athletic, tone from her skills as a fast-flying-talent. When she saw Tink approach, she arched her eye brow, giving her well defined and angular face a look of menace. Her lips curled up into a smirk, making her look positively deadly.

Tink had left her dress with Fawn, and unlike Vidia, she wrapped her arms around her breasts in a vein attempt to hide then. She could feel they eyes upon her, and if possible, it made her feel more exposed. Her encounter with Fairy Mary had done little to ease her tension.

“How nice to see you could make it darling,” said Vidia snidely as Tink came to a stop beside her.

Before Tink could respond, Queen Clarion floated down to stand in front of them.

“Welcome fairies,” she said addressing them all. Lowering her voice she said to Tink, “Did you bring it?”

Tink snapped to attention. Her hands slapped at her bare hips and outer thighs as she searched for something she knew wasn’t there. Her toy! She had forgotten it again! She cursed herself as she began thinking of what to say. How could she have done this, twice? It really wasn’t that hard of a thing to remember. It was half the reason she was here now, but did she grab it before she left her house? No.

Before Tink could say anything, Fawn flew from the crowd holding the double header in her hand as she waved it frantically in the air. “I-got-it! I-got-it! I-got-it!” She landed beside Tink and presented it to the Queen before handing it to her friend. “It’s here, I got it.”

Tink looked at her in askance “When did you...Did you do back and get it?” she asked as thought back to the flight there. She couldn’t recall Fawn having carried it at all.

Fawn smiled despite her blushing cheeks, “No, I had it.”

Tink shook her head slightly. “No you didn’t.”

Fawn nodded. “Yes I did.”

“Where?”

Fawn brought her hands together in a loud slap. “So, we ready to begin this thing or what?”

Clarion arched an eyebrow at Fawn as a playful smile pulled at her lips. “Yes.”

Fawn smiled at the three of them, well sneered at Vidia, before saying, “Good,” and she was gone.

Clarion took the toy from Tinker Bell as she eyed the one glossy end.

“The rules are simple,” she went on as she wiped the end on her dress. “As I have told you this,” she held up the toy now dry on both ends, “will be the only rule. Like the Fuck Off, anything goes. If the “dick-stick” should slip from you, or you remove it, you loose. If you go gold first, you loose. Do you understand?” The two fairies nodded in unison. Clarion nodded, “Very well.”

The two fairies lay on the ground and scooted their pussies together. They held each others ankles as the toy was inserted into them, bridging the gap.

Vidia adjusted herself, and Tink let out a gasp. The fast-flying-talent took note, and again adjusted her hips.

Tink moaned.

Vidia smiled as she saw her victory within easy reach. She moved again, and Tink whimpered. Again she twitched, and again a Tink took a breath.

The trumpets sounded just as Tink was about to yell at Vidia to stop.

The sounding blast had yet to finish before Vidia was on op of her. Like lightening, she had Tink’s arms pinned at the wrist as she bucked up and down on the toy. Her movements were sparse, and clumsy, lacking the experience Tink was used too, but they had an animalistic furry to them that could not be denied. Every angry grind and pummel was enough to rock Tink to her core. It was a vicious attack, and it took no quarter. Driving ever deeper in to her as her assailant grunted in fury.

Vidia used her knees to spread Tink’ legs further apart as she rocked the toy in.

Tink struggled against her; her fingers dug into Vidia’s arms as she pushed fruitlessly against her conqueror. Every thrust and jab sent shock waves through her body, but they lacked the heart of a lover; they were that of a fairy on a mission; a mission to over come, a mission to win.

Vidia pressed her lips onto Tink’s. It was an empty kiss, full of malice and contempt, but it struck the desired cord, and Tink moaned into her mouth. There could be no denying the pleasure that swept through her body, but it was a hollow desire, almost drunken in its conquest. There was no pleasure to be felt, only the all consuming rush of the gold.

When the kiss finally broke, Tink looked at Vidia with a new fear, and a burning hatred. “Why are you so heartless?” she asked as her voice broke with each thrust. “This is supposed to be fun.”

Vidia bared her teeth at the tinkerer in a look of animalistic lust. The toothy smile that split her red lips did little to ease the fire that was unwillingly burning in the nether regions of Tink’s groin. She hovered over Tink as her body slammed sporadically into the toy that united them. She sat back onto her haunches all the while working her hips, “But, my dear,” she said huskily, “this is fun for me.”

Her hands let go of Tink’s wrists as they seized her hips and began pulling her pale body onto the toy as she met it with each powerful thrust.

Tinker Bell’s mind reeled. The fire from her crotch was rushing through her veins. It lit her senses, and burned her synapses. Her body was responding with out her control. Every feeling, be it pleasure, or pain, was interpreted as ecstasy. There was no escaping the over whelming flood that was descending upon her body.

Tink gasped, and tightened her jaw against the inferno that raged within her. Her wings buzzed in color, but never went over. Her hands gripped, white knuckled on Vidia’s shoulders.

Seeing Tink’s naked body go flush with craving she repeated with merriment, “This is fun for me,” as she force herself onto the toy with more speed. “This is fun for me.”

Tink bit her lip to stop a cry from escaping. The pain was incredible, and only the pain held off the inevitable.

Vidia straitened proudly as she towered over her. “Take a look around,” she panted out as she saw her victory fall into her lap, her hips bucking mercilessly into Tink’s quim as she pulled her onto the toy, “They are all here!” she declared triumphantly, “To see me!” She thrust the toy brutally into Tink’s depths, “To see me,” she pounded harder, “Dominate you!”

Tink looked around desperately.

Clank and Bobble were stroking themselves as they called her name. Fairy Mary sat beside them with her hands tucked between her legs as her wings buzzed in color. Queen Clarion sat slouched on her throne with her long legs spread wide as one of her servants tongued at her pussy; she was biting her bottom lip as she watched them in eager excitement through half slit eyes. Beside her sat the Minister of Winter on the edge of her seat, with her elbows on her knees. Her fingers steepeled before her face, and an evil grin spread her lips as her soulless eyes looked hungrily at Tink.

Tink looked back at Vidia. Her dark eyes confident, her ruby red lips twisted into a cocky smirk; her eyes triumphant and sure; her hair bouncing about her body as she drove happily into Tink’s wet lips.

The fire surged, and the desire raged. The wet feeling threatened to drown her, and the electricity was about ready to consume. She was on the verge of the abyss, and her balance was teetering. The ultimate shiver was only a hairs breath away.

It was at this moment that something snapped inside her. It was not fun, and it was not to be enjoyed. And that changed her will from complacent, to master. As the fire burned is way through her very veins, she had a moment of clarity, and in that instant, she new it had to stop. It was a moment of desperation, but seeing that smirk on Vidia’s face, she wanted it gone.

Tink slapped her across the face.

The sound of which rang out loud and clear, earning a gasp from the crowd.

Stunned, Vidia looked down at Tink and was caught again in the back hand. As her head whipped to the side, Tink summoned her strength, and using the rush that had bean building inside her, she clamped her cunt walls against the toy. It swelled within Vidia; her eyes bulged and her breath caught in her throat.

Tink pushed her self up off the ground, and using her wings she fell upon the Vidia.

The fire that had threatened to consume her, now burned in her eyes as she stared infuriated into Vidia’s. Livid, she thrust the dong disturbingly deep into Vidia’s canal, squeezing it with every plunge, forcing it to swell inside her unyielding walls.

“I’m not your toy, Vidia!” she screamed into her face. “You can’t just play with me,” she declared as she grabbed her tits in her hands and crushed them between her fingers.

Vidia’s wings hummed beneath her, color pouring through them as they shook.

Each shove, every thrust, every prod, made Vidia gasp for air. Her eyes had shut tight against the world, and she was biting into her lip so hard that blood had begun to show. Her body was flush and glossy with sweat, and her wings blurred in a rush of luminous radiance.

Tink smiled.

“You like that don’t you?” She pinched Vidia’s nipple and twisted it roughly between her fingers. Vidia squirmed; her tightly shut eyes began to water. Tink drove into Vidia with each word, “You pretend to be the best,” she bit her into her neck and tore away leaving a red mark, “but what gets you off,” she shoved the toy into her base and made it swell, “is being put in you place.”

Vidia’s face tightened. She opened her eyes; red, glossy, and full of hatred. “No,” she said through clenched teeth. All the while her bangs, long and damp with excursion, still swung with the recoil.

“Shut up!” burst Tink as she slapped her face again, and Vidia’s wings burst with color and dust. “It’s my turn now!”

Tink took to the air and spun in a complex orbit, taking Vidia with her. When they came down, Vidia was on her knees, and Tink was behind her. “You’re my bitch now,” she said as she grabbed a fist fall of Vidia’s hair and pulled it back as she pumped and squeezed the toy within her. Vidia’s bright wings cast otherworldly shadows across Tink as tilted her head back delight.

The crowd went ballistic, just insane. The cheers and applause, the hooting and hollering; it was deafening. Flashes of brilliant gold light went off all through out the gathered pixies.

Queen Clarion lifted her chin as a wicked smile split her lips. She grabbed the head of the fairy between her legs and pushed her face into her sloppy pussy as she straitened in her seat.

The Minister of Winter sat back in her chair, almost glum. Her face had gone stoic and her eyes had gone dim. Her arms sat idly on their rests, and her jaw clenched as she glared at Tink.

Unable to resist, Tink kissed at her.

The Minister stiffened and her face went red with fury.

Vidia tried to crawl away, but Tink seized her hips and slammed her back against the toy as she drove it forward. Vidia gasped as the pain reached her womb.

“No forfeit for you,” said Tink as she pummeled the restricted depth of her cunt. “I want you precious Minister to see you.”

Vidia squirmed against her. Her eyes were again closed as she struggled to hold on. Her wings buzzed furiously and her eyes began to tear as she felt her victory slipping away.

Tink wrapped her hand tighter in Vidia’s hair, keeping it taught as she grabbed her hips and pulled her onto the toy. Now and again she slapped the bare cheek of her ass, at least up until an idea had wormed its way into her mind.

Still keeping her air tight with one hand, Tink used the index finger of the other to trace through her ass crack; up and down its span, and pushing against the anus before finally resting there.

“Maybe you should look at you Minister,” said Tink as she applied pressure. Vidia arched her back as she whimpered, trying to look back at Tink. “No, not me,” she amended as she forced her finger beyond the barrier, its elastic rim gripping her finger like a vice.

Vidia clenched her eyes and her body tightened against the unnatural invasion.

“But at the Minister of Winter.” Tink forced another finger in to join the first.

Vidia’s eyes shot open and immediately found her mistress; her white hair cascaded down her lovely features; her dark eyes staring sharply at her. Her fingers had again steepled in front of her face, only this time to hide a grimace.

Tears rolled down Vidia’s cheeks as she felt the guilty pleasure begin to consume her.

Tink laughed. She plunged the toy faster as she added a third finger, then a fourth. She worked her hips and hand in alternating gyrations that were so thrilling that Vidia began to buck back against her.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” asked Tink as she buried her hand up to the knuckles and the tips of her fingers felt the toy swell within.

Vidia pulled her head against her hair as she looked back at Tink. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wet. Her lips shook and convulsed as they fought to form her word, which when it came, was broken and abstract, “P-please.”

Tink smirked as she pushed harder. “Mercy?” she asked as she clenched her walls, and swelled the toy.

“Please,” Vidia let out in a sob. She pushed herself back against Tink with a force that she had thought gone out of her. “More,” she added through clenched teeth. “More... Tinker Bell.”

Tink brightened. She smiled at the Minister of Winter; a wide toothed happy smile. She coned her hand, and with a sick "slop" of a sound, forced her fist into Vidia’s spasming rectum.

Vidia turned her head against the pull of her hair. That, combined the sudden shock in her bowels caused her body to convulse. The pain twisted and merged with the ecstasy as she felt Tink’s hand move within her as the toy, the beautiful, wonderful toy, began to swell with her.

Tink turned her hand, and summoning all she had, she clenched her pussy muscles as hard she could. The dildo swelled, and she cupped it through the walls of Vidia’s tract. Vidia’s wings hummed and Tink felt her own wings burn with delight. “Mother Dove,” she exclaimed. “I can feel it!”

And that was all it took. Vidia’s wings burst forth a blinding shower of golden light and pixie dust.

The crowd roared as it drowned out the sounds of its spectators flashing it brilliant light. Even the Queen, finally let go of the head between her legs, and her golden wings burst with a light so brilliant it mirrored that of the sun.

All who witnessed were over come with desire and soon spent. Everyone but the Minister of Winter.

Tink collapsed on top of Vidia’s panting and exhausted form. “You’re right,” she whispered into her ear as the end game trumpets sounded, and the Queen and court came down. “That was fun.”

Tink slipped off the toy, the motion sending shivers through her body as it recognized the emptiness. With a loud, “thuck,” she pulled it from Vidia as who whimpered as she rolled over on to her back and stared unfocused at Tink. “Thank you,” she breathed out in a whisper.

“Fuck you,” said Tink. With those words she flipped the toy end over end, and slapped Vidia once more across the face.

Vidia let loose a cry, but her wings made a quick flash to gold before they stilled beneath her.

Tink stumbled her way over to Clarion. Her thighs were weak and her legs were shaking. Her crotch felt empty, and burned with an itch that still needed to be scratched. So it was, awkward, hobbled, and horny, she stood before the Queen.

“Your Highness,” she breathed out as she straitened.

“Tinker Bell, said Clarion, addressing her champion as well as the crowd, “You have not only proven yourself worthy to be my Consort, but have also earned the right to be Deliverer of Wet Dreams to the Main Land over the next year.”

Tink bowed shakily, and the Queen continued, “Have you anything to say?”

Tink chewed her lip as she eyed Clarion. She wondered how she would taste, how her thighs would feel pressed against the sides of her face. She wondered how hard she could get her nipples; how wet she could make her before she cried out in a sexual delirium.

Her curiosity was strong, but her want was stronger, and the promise of the unknown... Well, there was a reason she enjoyed her adventures with Peter Pan, outside the obvious anyway.

Almost against her will, she looked at the Minister of Winter. In her aroused state, the normal pang of fear was turned deprived, and it hungered for the beautiful pale figure. She wanted to know what everyone kept secret, wanted to know why it was secret. She wanted to know how a creature so lovely could be deemed so cruel. She was a tinkerer after all, and her curiosity, as to why things were what they were, and how they worked like they worked, was too much.

“Thank you,” said Tink as she looked back at her queen, “But I don’t really have anything to say, just something to ask.”

The crowd murmured in wonder as Clarion arched her eyebrow.

“Oh, and what would that be?”

Everything fell silent as they waited for her response.

Tink grabbed the toy in both hands and twisted it nervously. “I... I want to go to the Main Land, and I want to be Deliverer, but that’s it. Vidia wants to be your Consort,” she said looking back over her shoulder at Vidia who was trying to stand up but was having some trouble.

“So, if it pleases,” she turned back to Clarion, “could Vidia be your Consort while I go to the Main Land...and...” she bit her lip as she considered her decision again, “and I’ll serve under the Minister in her place?”

The crowd gasped, and Clarion stared wide-eyed at Tink in shock.

Silence fell as the Minister of Winter flew down to join them. “I accept!” she shouted eagerly. Seeing the Clarion’s gaze, she quickly added, “If it pleases you.”

Clarion’s lips tightened as she looked at Tink. “Are you sure Tinker Bell? Is this what you want?”

Tink paused as she thought. She knew that once she spoke, the decision would be final. She bested Rani, and Vidia. She was now free to go to the Main Land every night. Was serving the Minister something she really wanted to do? Vidia had endured her for three years. Most others never even finished a year. Was she as strong as Vidia? Did she want to find out?

She watched as Vidia regained her feet and made her way over to stand beside her mistress. Vidia was flushed, and breathing hard, but recovering. She crossed her arms and glared at Tink, being true to herself. The Minister just sneered, not at Tink, but at Vidia, disappointment showing clearly in her eyes.

The silence became stretched, and Tink took in a breath. “It is.”

The mood of the crowd shifted, and Clarion’s shoulders dropped, but she smiled. “Then it is done.”

There was commotion through the stands, but it remained quiet.

Vidia put her hands on her hips. She stared intently at Tink, but her eyes that were full contempt faded into utter indifference. She reached for the Minister as the tall fairy headed for Tink. The Minister just brushed her hand away in disgust as made the short distance to her new Consort. Vidia stood dejected, and looking confused.

Taking Tinker Bell’s hand with a hungry smile she said, “Shall we, my dear?” Her voice was ravenous as her eyes devoured her prey.

“Not just yet,” said Clarion stepping between them. “She may be your Consort,” she said to the Minister, “but by all rights she has won tonight’s engagement, with me.” She turned to smile down at Tink. “At sunset?”

Tink smiled wickedly at her. “Yes, you’re Majesty.”

Clarion turned to leave as Tink’s friends poured in from the crowd to congratulate her. A few steps away Queen Clarion stopped and turned back around. “Oh and Tinker Bell,” she said gaining her attention. “Don’t forget to bring your toys.”

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That would be the end of the story. Thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoyed :)
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