“Tricky Pixie, bloody Pixie”

The task of the Queen of the fairies is a tedious one as she is the mother of all the pixies in her colony. Like every night, Baby Bell, Queen of Pixie Hollow, is tending to the eggs, the newborns and the youngsters. With each child born in the human world a new Fairy comes out of an egg somewhere in one of the many fairy colonies. The fairy will reach maturity in a matter of months, the time for the human child to reach consciousness and start to dream.

Two hundred years ago the fairy people used to live in the many forests of the World. Hiding from human eyes, they thrived on the lore and beliefs of the commoners showing themselves only to the most adventurous children to keep their legend alive. Peace was guaranteed by an unspoken pact between the folklore people and the Large as they called the humans in that time, and it was good. But when industrial revolution turned upside down the world of the Large, it became obvious to the fairies that they needed to find more secluded hiding places.

Many colonies relocated north where the winter is long and cold and where humans are few, but her great grandmother had managed to find this island, the island of children’s dreams and all was good again.

After covering the last batch of eggs with compost, Baby Bell decides to retire to her nest in the largest oak of the clearing. As she leaves the large cavity where her hatchlings rest, she spots a dim red light in a remote and dark corner of the glade. Curious, like any other fairy, she flies closer to have a look. She discovers a strange creature who is observing Pixie Hollow. From a distance it looks pretty much like a female fairy except for a few odd features; she has leathery bat wings, her skin is of the color of the moon, her forms are more mature, more provocative than the childish curves of the pixies and the glow she emits is dark red, blood red. Baby Bell is amazed by this new species of folklore she has never seen before. She’s admires its beauty wondering what kind of legend she emerged from.

As she approaches, the queen salutes the creature welcoming her to Pixie Hollow and offering her to stay for the night. The little devilish pixie turns revealing her face. Baby Bell stops, astonished. The creature has the traits of one of her more preeminent subjects, the fairy of the never aging child, Tinker Bell. The creature passes her pointy tongue over her ruby lips. Sensually, she flies towards her queen.

The devilish fairy flies around the petrified queen. The flaps of her large wings send the monarch bumping to the ground. Tinker Bell lands by the side of her queen. Her folded wings now look like two very large threatening horns. She kneels by Baby Bell gently stroking her trembling cheek. Her eyes now glow with a ravenous light. Tinker Bell grabs Baby’s chin forcing her to turn her head to the side. Tinker’s fangs extend reflecting the light of the moon.

With her tongue she leaves a long trail of cold saliva on her queen’s neck. At the mercy of the tiny devil, Baby Bell shivers. She feels both excited and terrified. The mouth closes on her neck sending a wave of orgasmic lust into the queen’s guts. Baby Bell starts to pant. Tinker Bell scraps her fangs against the tender skin and slides a hand under Baby’s skirt softly caressing the royal lower lips.

Mature fairies aren’t sexually active creatures; they pass a short period of sexual frenzy when the child they’re connected to goes through the self discovery phase. During that trying period the fairies are sent in exile in some remote area for as long as it lasts and it usually doesn’t. Baby Bell, as a Queen, has lived for a very long time and she hardly remembers her exile, but she knows that what she’s feeling now has nothing to do with the purity of innocent pleasure she felt overwhelmed by at that time. The pleasure she’s experiencing now is riddled with perversion. As Tinker Bell continues kissing her neck she starts to cry.

Tinker Bell withdraws from the neck leaving a long string of saliva and licks the tears from her queen’s cheeks. She lifts her head as her fangs grow even longer and strikes on Baby’s neck. Simultaneously, her fingers part the now moist lips and penetrate the pussy of her queen. Baby gasps for air as she’s overwhelmed by the mixed sensation of **** pleasure and **** pain. The sucking on her neck and the pumping on her intimacy washes away any scraps of will to resist she might have had and she abandons herself to her new mistress.

As she exits her cocoon she notices that the clearing is particularly dark. The glow of her subjects’ lights normally cast a vivid brightness at night in the glade. It’s as if they were fading away. Here and there small dark red dots start appearing like bloody stars in an early doomsday evening sky. Tinker Bell must have already moved on to bring more sisters into the fold. She smiles spreading her wings, and flies off towards a one of the remaining lights.

She enters a small cavity; it’s the usual resting place of her daughter Bell End, a not so bright, figuratively speaking, fairy. Inside, the little pixie is sleeping tightly on her flower bed. Baby Bell slips next to her child taking care not to wake her up. The heat of her offspring makes her realize for the first time how cold she must be now. She pushes Bell End’s hair to a side revealing the proverbial alabaster neck. Her fangs penetrate the soft skin filling her mouth with delicious, hot and rich blood. Bell End shrieks out in pain and fear. She kicks, squirming as hard as she can but to no avail as Baby Bell’s mouth is firmly locked onto her neck. Bell End is unable to escape. Her scream spreads through the clearing alerting the few untouched fairies.

Panic hits the glade as tens of small lights take to the sky in a **** attempt to flee. A few manage to escape but most are caught by the new sisters of Tinker Bell.

Big Ben, the strongest, meanest and biggest fairy of the colony, fights bravely against half a dozen of her converted sisters. She manages to repel one, two but the third one manages to get a lock on her neck holding her still long enough for the remaining two to sink their fangs into her muscular tights.

Door Bell is caught by two assailants as she exits her nest just to be thrown back in. Inside, she’s bitten time and time again by the avid newly born vampire fairies. Dinner Bell manages to reach the crown of the trees but she’s ambushed, pinned against the trunk of the highest oak and feasted upon by the same fairy she played with all afternoon.

Baby Bell exits Bell End’s nest as the cocoon behind her starts to crack. She’s joined by Tinker Bell and together they admire the transformation of the colony of sweet caring and playful fairies into a swarm of magical blood thirsty flying piranhas. They consult each other, knowing already where they will take their flock to feed next.