The Truth About Fairies (Story, Conclusion)

[HowHal3]

THE TRUTH ABOUT FAIRIES (part 4) by HalHow3
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Beyond his paralyzed and unmoving body, the struggle in the flower was
reaching a fevered pitch. The pink fair quickly lost one eye to her rival's
nails and repaid her by biting off a nipple. The blue fairy clawed her
enemy's breasts bloody, only to have one wing cruelly twisted and broken.
The blue fairy sank her nails deep between her rival's pale pink thighs and
clawed at her delicate vagina, the pink fairy responded in kind and still
gripping each other around the back of each other's necks by one hand, they
clawed each other's pussies until blood dripped down their wide spread
thighs to stain the flower beneath them, and through it all, they continued
to roll over and over trading obscene thrusts of their hips as each
struggled to thrust her hard, black, member into her rival.

Now too the stingers were beginning to find their range. Each thrust was no
longer a miss. Sometimes the sharp point would find soft thigh, bringing a
soundless cry of pain from the victim and a hateful smile of joy from her
foe. Other times as they battled closely the stingers would curl under and
upwards to plunge into the soft rounded curves of their buttocks. At least
twice they traded mutual stabs and then squirmed frantically in each
other's grips as the pointed barbs twisted in their flesh, but through it
all, neither would relinquish the grip she had on the other completely.

As the flower dipped and swayed, its occupants were slowly made slick with
their own blood, making their grips on each other all the more difficult.
In frantic struggle, the pink fairy managed to slip half behind her rival on
the right side, her left hand tearing at her enemy's black hair, while her
right clawed at pale blue breasts now smeared green with ichor. The blue
fairy planted both of her heels and tried to arch up and away from her enemy,
but the pink fairy got both legs around her foe's waist and then thrust
forward driving her stinger completely through the blue fairy's right thigh.
The scream which accompanied that seemed somewhat less silent to Edwin now
as he lay there against the rough bark of the old tree and just prayed now
for the strength to close his eyes.

Pulling back the pink fairy drove her stinger into the blue fairies leg once
again, and Edwin muffled a sob at the look of agony on the blue fairy's face
and the gloating expression of evil pleasure from her rival. Kicking and
twisting, they rolled right and the blue fairy managed to get to her hands
and knees even with her pink enemy planted firmly on her back, scissoring
her about the waist while fluttering her wings for balance. Releasing her
leg lock, the pink fairy, quickly got to her feet, straddling her blue enemy
from behind. Clutching her about the throat with one arm, the pink fairy
straightened her legs, raising onto the tips of her toes as she prepared to
deliver the death blow, the black, tip of her stinger hovering over her
rival's quivering rump. It was then that things happened quickly.

Reaching up and gripping her rival's flowing white hair, the blue fairy
pulled...HARD..., even as she rose on her own feet, tossing her rival
forward. As the pink fairy slipped forward, her thrust was cast astray, but
the cruel point of her stinger opened a wound down the blue fairy's back
from waist to shoulder. As the pink fairy fell forward onto her knees, the
blue fairy rose behind her and lunged falling full upon her back and
wrapping one arm around her through and the other around her breasts.

The weight of the blue fairy falling upon her, knocked the pink fair over
and they rolled locked together out into the center of the flower as the
blue fairy quickly wrapped her legs solidly around her rival's waist. The
pink fairy struggled frantically now, desparately pulling at the arm across
her throat and twisting from side to side, but it was no use. Pulling back
with her hips, the blue fair THRUST foward VIOLENTLY and her stinger entered
the small of her rival's back and thrust it bloody tip of the front of her
belly. Looking down, the pink fairy's mouth opened in a scream, so quiet it
might have been nothing but the wind stirring the grass, but it was not the
sound of the grass that reached Edwin's ears that night, but the death of
perfection.

As he looked on, the pink fairy seemed to go suddenly weak. Her blue rival,
pulled her head to one side by the hair and then sank her tiny sharp fangs
into her rival's throat even as she thrust her stinger out and into her once
more, and clawed at her enemy's breasts, tearing them ragged with her sharp
nails.

After a moment, the blue fairy released her enemy and pushed her firmly
away with both feet. The pink fairy, lay still on her belly for a time and
then gathering some small energy began to crawl across the flower toward the
far petal wall, leaving a thick trail of green blood behind her. The blue
fairy lay on the base of the flower, propped up on one arm and watched this
for a time, before rising to her hands and knees and pursuing her rival.
Reaching her, she flipped her enemy onto her back with almost no resistance.
Pinning her rival's stinger with one knee, she scampered upward until she
was stradding her again, her thin blue arms reaching out to pin the
weakening, struggling arms of her rival down at the wrists. Leaning
downward, the blue fairy seemed to look deeply into her rival's eyes for one
last time and then rising slightly she DROVE her stinger UP and INTO her
rival's vagina.

The pink fairy gave one last, noiseless cry and then seemed to expire, her
glow vanishing to be replaced by a waxy whiteness that seemed slowly to fade
into translucence. The blue fairy meanwhile, pumped her stinger deeper and
deeper into her rival until the point was worked all the way up deep in to
her fallen rival's chest. Then as Edwin watched in amazement, two, small,
glowing, points of light, seemed to excrete themselves from the tip of her
stinger.

Exhausted, the blue fairy, then withdrew her stinger and collapsed across the
body of her victim in a sleep that might be unconciousness or death.

How long he lay there after that Edwin could not tell, after a time the blue
fairy stirred again and when it did, the flower miracliously began to open
again, stirring once more into a brillant white light. The blue fairy
could no longer fly with its damaged wing, but instead slipped off the side
of the flower and fell down somewhere in the tall grass, never to be seen
by Edwin again. After its parting, the flower closed once more and darkened
completely, completely that is save for two glowing points of blue light.

(hours later....)

A mindless time passed and when next Edwin regained his senses, the noon day
sun was beating down onto his face from the edge of the clearing. Getting
unsteadily to his feet, he looked around him, but no sign of the battle he
witnessed the previous night was evident. There was a plant near his feet,
but on it he could find no flower and after a time, he gave up and on shaky
legs made his way back through the forest and back to the shop of the old book
seller.

When he stumbled in the door, the old man took one look at him and then
guided him by one hand back into the kitchen. He tried to speak then, but the
old man motioned him to silence and would say nothing until a half bottle
of brandy was sitting on the table between them and two filled glasses.

As the brandy burned down his throat, Edwin's whole body shook and he said,
"I saw...." and then again, "I saw...." and couldn't continue.

The old man stared out the little window, overlooking his garden and he
replied, "I know what you saw. I've seen it many times. I would have spared
you the ordeal if I could, but I saw at once that you were a man of firm will
and nothing I could say would turn you aside. In the end you would have to
see for yourself."

Taking another swallow of the brandy and then refilling both glasses, he gazed
into Edwin's eye's for a moment and said, "I sorry, really I am."

After a pause, Edwin took another swallow of his drink and blurted out,
"but ... why..."?

The old man, staring out the window once more said, "I told you they were
more of the Other world than of ours and in someways more primitive besides.
For all their beauty of form, the are more like insects than anything else.
Frankly, I don't even know if they are intelligent at least as men such as
you and I measure such things."

Taking another glup of his drink he continued, "its all part of their mating
ritual you see. When they come....in season...and their bottoms turn red, well
that's when the flower calls to them. The flower is the male part of this
process. As for the fairies, well they are female and lay the eggs, but the
eggs remain sterile and lifeless, unless nurished by fairy flesh and fairy
blood. So the flower always calls to two of them at a time, and the blue fairy
always mets the pink fairy in Death Struggle in the flower's soft embrace. And
of course as you've seen eventually one triumphs over the other and the seeds
of the next generation are laid, in the blood of the last."

Standing the old man walked over and looked down at Edwin then said, "I don't
understand why it must be so, young Sir, and I don't think I ever will.
Somethings in this Life just ...ARE... and there is no explanation for them. As
for you, take your cameras home boy and take this fine bottle of brandy with
you. My advice is to drink heavily for a time and hope the fire in this bottle
can dull the memory of this from your mind."

Climbing to his feet, Edwin took the bottle and started toward the door,
leading out the back. As he got to i t he paused a second and without turning
he asked, "Did that work for you...the drink that is...?", but the old man
didn't answer him and Edwin finally opened the door and left without further
reply.


The End

[catfiter17]

Wow.

Show us how Hal.
Utterly excellent.

-c

[MikeJV]

Excellent story, thx.

MikeJV

[HowHal3]

Hello, I'm glad a couple of you liked the story. Just a preverse little fantasy that's been bouncing around in my head for the last few years. I realize its a little...strange...even by the standards of this board. I will try to write something a little more mainstream next time out.

Take care, Hal

[catfiter17]

Hey--

I see that alot of people forget that the story is impotant as the action, so to speak.

Thank you indeed for the more cerebral part.

-c

[Jessikafights]

Lovely ... almost sweet story ... beautifully crafted ... you really write extremely well! Hope there's more! [img]wink.gif[/img]

Caio
Jess

[cherrytree]

Professionally written as well as having tremendous erotic punch. Excellent build-up and elaboration of the conflict. Keep to this genre--it gives you a lot of possibilities whereas other good writers are exhausting those in standard realistic fight stories.

[FamilyGuy]

One of the very best fantasy stories I've read in a long time. After reading and re-reading it I found it to be both erotic and enchanting at the same time! I throughly enjoyed your initial offering and hope you will become a regular contributor.

[HowHal3]

Thanks CherryTree and FamilyGuy for your nice comments. Historically I have either been fighting in cyber or I write. Since I am trying to get away from online battles, (too time consuming), I will probably be writing more. I have many half-finished stories and I hope to polish a few of these up in the near future and post them. I'm glad you liked the story. Till later, have fun. -Hal