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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: 19396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tinker Bell or anything Disney. I accepted no money for this. It is nothing more than what it is

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Okay, quick recap. I do not own the Disney Fairies, Tinker Bell, the rights to Nederland, or ant of this stuff, blah blah blah. I never accepted any money for this, yackety shmackety, I’m in no way involved with their creators or what have you.
This is a work of pure fiction, written in my spare time for fun. As you read it, if you do, I hope you will find it just that, fun. I tried to include all the right codes, if you don’t see them here, you should in later chapters.
That said, responses are not needed, but if you like it, it’s cool to know. If you hated it, or my grammar, don’t care. This wasn’t written for you, it was written to pass the time, and on finding this really cool site, I thought to share the story. It is my first piece of fan fic ever, and is complete in my note pad, so I’ll try and transfer it as fast as I can. (Don’t hold your breath, my free time just aint that free.)
Enough of this, here is the story……..

It was late. Tinker Bell had waited until all the other tinker fairies had left the workshop and gone home, before finishing her latest project. It was an idea she had gotten on her last trip to the Main Land, when she flew by a window in an area the Clumsies called the, “Red Light District.” She was so excited, almost shaking with glee, as she unwrapped the leaf that concealed her new toy.
Tomorrow hosted the day of the Great Fairy Fuck Off. A competition of sorts, among all the fairies of Pixie Hallow. When fairies of every talent could gather together and suck, fuck, and fondle their way to the top. The rules were simple; first to orgasm, was out. Whoever could hold back the longest won, and it was impossible to cheat. During arousal, a fairy’s wings would be a river of different colors, and at that crucial moment, they would burst in a flash of golden light. There was no way to hide it.
The G.F.F.O, was mainly for fun, granting the fairy little more than bragging rights. The ability to say they lasted longer than someone else, or that they gave an orgasm to whom. That is, unless you finished in the top five. Then a fairy won the right to be consort to the nobles, the Ministers of the Seasons, and granted special tasks and duties. If a fairy came in first, (or last as it were) than she would be consort to the Queen, and had the privilege to go to the Main Land every night for a year, to deliver the first wet dream to all the Clumsy young boys.
That was what Tink was after , the freedom to go to the Main Land.
She had entered the contest last year. Finishing Three hundred and ninety-sixth. Out of four hundred and two. Even now the humiliation made her cringe, but she simply wasn’t prepared for the sight that had laid before her that fateful day.
Flushing over the embarrassment, she let the last of the leaf fall way. There it was her version of what she heard the Clumsies call a “ dildo”. Fashioned out of wood, it was painstakingly carved in rich detail ( in part thanks to Terence, Tink’s friend, and only sparrow man she could ever ask to pose for her,) to look like the real thing. The warmth that had started between her thighs form the moment she heard the last fairy leave the shop, was growing into a fire as she gripped the shaft, letting the last of the leaf fall away. Holding it in one hand, she stroked its length with the finger tips of the other, up and down as she turned it round to admire her work. The veins, the folds of skin, the helmet. Her thighs slammed shut as the fire in her mound send a shock wave up her spine, and her body shivered.
As the moment passed, she took a steadying breath, and looked over her shoulder. “Damn.” She said to herself, as she watched her wings fading from gold back to their normal transparent blue. How could she expect to win the Fuck Off if she would cream herself at the sheer anticipation of using her “secret weapon?”
Her hand went to the hem of her dress, and underneath. She was soaking wet.
“Double damn.”
She looked again at her creation, and smiled. *It would be a shame to waist the moment,* she thought, and then shook her head.
No, not yet. It’s not done yet. She needed to finish it and get it home. *Where I can really enjoy it*
She slid a box closer to her table and opened it. Digging below the junk she kept inside, she pulled out a small pouch, pixie dust. She sprinkled some over the item, and went to work. Doing what she does best, tinkering.
Some time later, she sat in awe of her work. The pixie dust allowed the wood to bend without being soft. It was firm, but not overly so. Every time she squeezed its base, it would extend its length and well up towards the head.
“Ooooo!” she giggled out in excitement.
Barely taking time to clean her mess, she took to the air, clutching the toy to her chest as she went for her house.
No sooner was she out of Tinkers Nook, when she heard a familiar voice call to her. “Tink! Hey, Tink!” called Terence. She looked around hurriedly for him, and saw him rise up from the strawberries to join her.
Tinker Bell’s heart raced. If there was one sparrow-man in all of Pixie Hallow she had a crush on, it was him. Just the sight of him made her heart flutter as fast as her wings.
Of course the fact she already knew first hand every dimple and vein in his cock, didn’t make it any easier.
“Hi.” she said blushing.
Terence smiled at her. “Did you finish it?” he asked, trying no to be embarrassed.
“I did” she said triumphantly, presenting her prize.
The sparrow man stared at it for a second, and then uttered, “Wow.”
Tink’s eyes went wide as she realized she made her toy bigger then he was. Her face and wings going crimson, she quickly hid the dildo behind her back as she hovered slowly away. “Thank you again, for posing for me,” she said adding more space between them, “and for the pixie dust.”
“Any time.” he said, his mind still adjusting to the size of the toy.
Tink could feel the swell of the dildo against her back as she unconsciously gripped its base, and it made her thighs burn. That, coupled with her embarrassment, was enough of a reason for her to leave. “I gotta go.” She said suddenly, turning to leave.
Terence blinked fast. “What-where?”
“Home.” She called over her shoulder. Then waving the toy she added, “I gotta try this thing out.”
“Need any help?” He called after her. “Or an extra hand?” he added quietly, but it was too late, she was already gone.
Spying her house, Tink dropped down to hover before the door, totally unaware of her friend it the tree. “H-ows i-it going T-ink?” asked Fawn from up on a branch. Tinker Bell look in the direction of the voice, and her jaw dropped.
Fawn was on all fours, her pants down to her calves, glistening with sweat, and had a squirrel behind her, pounding into her for all he was worth. Her face was flush, and her wings were starting to swirl in colors.
Tink froze dead in her flight, even lost an inch in the air when she saw her friend. Regaining her senses, she hovered in place, and gawked. “What are you doing?” she asked, completely shocked, and a little turned on.
Fawn smiled, and closed her eyes as she moaned. Her wings buzzed and flashed with color, coming dangerously close to gold. She let out a breath as her body shook, and the flow of colors slowed. “Ge-etting re-ady for t-omor-row.” She said between thrusts.
Mesmerized, Tink’s hand slid down her stomach, and under her dress. Her slender fingers found her slit with ease. She was already wet, as she began to rub the soft folds and messaging her clit.
Tink admired Fawn’s control, twice now since she’d been watching, the fairy’s wings blurred in color as her body shivered, but not once did they turn gold.
Tink looked over her shoulder to her own wings, and saw them a blur of color. She panicked, worried she was going to embarrass herself and cum. No sooner did the thought cross her mind, that she felt the fire threaten to consume her. Reluctantly, but quickly, she pulled her hand from below her dress, and turned her eyes back to her friend.
Fawn’s eyes were closed tight as she bounced back onto the incoming thrusts. She was grunting noisily, her wings a constant torrent of color. All at once she shifter her position, lifting on to her haunches, she pressed her back into the animal, and grabbing his paws, she started pushing herself back and down, trying to take in as much of the squirrel’s cock as she could.
Tinker Bell could now see Fawn’s pussy. The hair was wet and matted, and the lips red and swollen as they hungrily clung to the animal’s dick that was slick with juices as it pumped in and out.
Tink’s hand again disappeared under her dress as her clit demanded attention. She began to rub it furiously, now and again dipping her fingers into her warm depths.
Fawn spied her for a second through half slit eyes, and smiled. Closing them she arched her back as she enjoyed her ride. Within seconds, she gave a shriek and slammed down hard, taking the squirrels cock to the hilt. Her body tensed, and her breath caught, her wings burst into a brilliant gold filling the tree with light.
Seeing her friend in her golden glory, Tink sank two fingers deep into her hole as she pinched her clit between her thumb and first knuckle. She felt her body convulse, and the fire burn through her body, and out her wings as they went gold filling the night with her own blast of light.
Tink recovered after a few breathes. By the time she opened her eyes, the squirrel had scampered off, and Fawn was on her feet. The fairy eyed Tink with a wicked grin as she grabbed her pants, and began pulling them up. She stopped at her thighs, holding them in a single hand as the other slipped into her crotch, and dipped into her canal. She winked at Tink as she wiggled her fingers within herself, before pulling them out and sticking them in her mouth. She moaned loudly as she sucked on them, her wing buzzed into color before returning to normal.
Tink blushed slightly as she realized she still had her hand in her crotch, and that her dress had worked its way up over her hips. Seeing her friend doing up her pants and flying over to her, Tink tied to straiten herself up and fix her dress.
Unsure what to say when they were face to face, Tink was relieved when Fawn spoke first.
“What you got there?”
Confused for a second, Tink suddenly remembered the toy in her hand. She held it up proudly, “It’s my talent for tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Said Fawn skeptically, crossing her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow. “You saw what I’m bringing,” she inclined her head towards the tree. “No offence, but what’s a dick-stick going to do for you?”
Stung at the comment, Tink got an idea. With a devilish grin, she grabbed Fawn’s sleeve and started dragging her towards her house.
“I’ll show you.”
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