Into a Pixie Swarm

You just stood there dumbfounded, watching roiling puffs of mist drift between the dark walls of trees that seemed to surround you on all sides. You were well off any traditionally used path by this point, the underbrush rose up to your ankles, threatening to trip you if you took a careless step. But you weren’t moving. Instead, you were shrugging off your backpack, pulling out a compass and a map to find your bearings.

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The buzzing noise, like a swarm of wasps had you look up in panic. It started quiet and then...WOOSH Something small flew past your face, leaving behind a golden trail of sparkles. WOOSH Another behind you. WOOSH And another to the side. You glanced around, not even noticing that your compass had been snatched away, and then your map on a different pass. You nearly tripped over your own feet, twisting around to find your attacker. Then you saw her...and her dozen or so sisters.

Pixies. A swarm of them to be precise. Each about as big as your first, maybe smaller. They had an array of hair colors and styles, all matched to the similar simple dresses they wore in a rainbow of colors. They were hovering before you, seeming to eye you up and down. You stood still, unsure if the rumor about vision being based on movement was true. You were less eager to test out other rumors, like their surprising strength or strange magicks.

“Hiya!” The main blonde pixie spoke up, before another chimed in, the whole swarm chattering after the other.

“He looks lost.”

“Must be.”

“Why else would he be here.”

“He’s stomping all around.”

“So dumb.”

No one really gave the order, but maybe they noticed you reaching for the sword on your belt. In an instant the swarm scattered and converged. You didn’t even get your hand on your hilt, instead a pixie yanked the blade loose and flew off with it. Before you knew it your backup dagger was gone. You felt your shield bump against your head as another pixie took that. Your equipment was scattered, and soon your backpack was gone too. It took about five seconds for you to be robbed and disarmed..and the pixies weren’t even done.

“That armor’s so ugly.”

“Ugly, ugly, ugly!”

“Let’s take care of it.”

Before you could even respond, the fae creatures were upon you. You swung your hand out like you were swatting at a fly. You hit nothing but air and instead found your belt had dropped to the ground. Another swing and a stud popped loose from your armor. And then another. And another. Within seconds, the well crafted leather armor fell apart into a handful of scraps.

“He’s super thin.”

“Why isn’t he beefier”

“Aren’t adventurer’s supposed to be strong.”

“Look how smooth his legs are!”

You heard that before you had realized your trousers had been yanked down to your ankles. You made the mistake of backing away and ended up tripping, falling flat on your back. The pixies seized the opportunity, four or five of them alternating between tugging off clothes and gracefully dodging your kicks until you were naked from the waist down.

“Gotcha!” Cried out the leader as you felt something around your neck. A rope of white silk, like an animal’s leash. The blonde and three others gave it a powerful yank, tugging you to your feet.

“His butt is so perky.”

“And his dick is so tiny.”

“Are you sure you’re a boy?”

“Maybe she has boobs!”

With that last cry, you felt tugging at your tunic, thread unraveling. You tried to grab at those unstitching your shirt, or at least hold it together. In the end, you just had two scraps of cloth, both of which you promptly held before your dick...though not before a pixie had already whizzed by, brushing her wings against your tip for a half second.

“He looks like a girl!”

“Ooooo...maybe we should dress him up!”

“That scared farm girl left a lot of clothes behind!”

“No! What about that dumb troll!”

“The one that’s in heat?”

“I wonder if he knows troll pussy from human butt!”

“What if we shrank him down.”

“He’d make a cute pixie!”

“Or a doll!”

The comments came from all sides, causing you to pull and tug on the leash. It was no use, three more pixies joined the initial group and the pull got stronger. Couple in at least one pixie delivering a well timed smack to your backside and you found yourself following the lead...

(Thanks for the comments that inspired this! Feel free to vote or suggest again! I’m always motivated by comments :P )