On the Road, Moving Right Along

As Tina's eyes fluttered open, the first thing she felt was an intense wave of nausea. She looked around to try and gauge her surroundings, unable to make out anything in the blurry haze clouding her vision. One thing she could tell was that she was upside-down, although that was mainly from vertigo and her splitting headache. Her mind was hazy, but she could see well enough to tell she was moving rather slowly. The environment was passing her by leisurely, though something was noticeably off. It took a few moments for Tina to wrap her heavy head around the fact that she was swinging back and forth, a realization that caused another wave of nausea.

As her senses slowly came back to her, she **** the urge to vomit back down her throat and looked up at her feet. She was bound by her ankles to what looked like a long pole (but was most likely a tiny twig), carried by a couple of fairies hovering off the ground. Her hands were also bound at her sides by a coarse rope, much rougher than anything she'd ever used. For all she knew, though, it was simply twine that felt much itchier at her current size. "H-hey..." She groaned, her whisper not reaching the ears of her captors. Either that or they didn't care. "Hey, you. What's goi-"

Tina was interrupted by a cacophonous roar right next to her head. Letting out a small yelp, she quickly swung herself around and landed her face square into a pair of pillowy breasts. The knight pulled her face out of the mountains and looked with confusion at her mother, still naked and snoring like a bear, inches (relatively) from her daughter. Tina grabbed Hilda's shoulders and tried to shake her awake, bumping her body against hers, but all she got was a gentle moan and a slurred mumble that sounded vaguely like "Yes, harder, Mistress..."

"Hey, one of 'em's awake." One of the fairies carrying the two unfortunate ladies said with a heavy hint of disinterest.

"Yeah, I noticed." The other fairy grunted. "They get rowdy after a nap, I guess."

"Should I send 'em back to Sleepytime Junction?" Tina grimaced at the implication behind the cutesy phrase.

"No need. We're here." Tina turned around and saw a small arch made from a few sticks tied together with something... familiar: a red ribbon poking through the foliage at various points in the architecture. She swore she could place it from somewhere, but she didn't get much chance to look before they had crossed through the gates and were surrounded by glowing mushrooms, their light blinding her and forcing her to close her eyes. Though her eyes were closed, Tina could hear more voices surrounding them as they were carried forward, and they sounded very interested in them.

"Momma, wake up." Tina reached over to her mother and tried to jostle her awake.

"Oh, no, your highness. I couldn't possibly do something so vulgar. Well, perhaps if someone as ravishing as you commanded me..."

Tina rolled her eyes and smacked her mother on her pale keister with her knee, frustrated beyond reason. Letting out a "YIPE" not too dissimilar from her daughter's, Hilda flailed wildly, shaking the pole they were tied to violently. "My word, what manner of..." Tina could hear the drowsiness lingering in her speech. "If you wanted to join us, you could simply ask. Though, I don't mind you being forward..."

"For goodness' sake, mother, stop being so horny!" Tina pushed her mother away from her, more out of genuine anger than a desire for her to wake up.

Hilda, still not quite lucid, did the only thing her mind could do in what was still a wet dream to her: she reciprocated. Deciding that this was some sort of new foreplay, she swung back towards Tina, planting her thighs right on her boobs and pushing her away. What transpired was an amusing precursor to a Newton cradle, the mother and daughter smacking their parts into one another over and flying back and forth. The fairy guards, despite their best efforts, couldn't quite hold onto their captives with this interference, and, unfortunately, their grips loosened, and the ladies fell to the ground right on their bare tuckuses.

As Tina's head swam with pain from the fall, she saw a great many faces staring down at her as a crowd of fairies surrounded the two forsaken women. Hilda, finally waking herself up, let out a yawn and blinked at the leering eyes above her. "Oh... I, uh, guess I'm due for a dose of reality, then?"

Tina tried to push herself up despite her bindings, looking like an inchworm trying to dance. "Let us go! You can't just kidnap us! We're knights!"

"Is that so?" A sensuous, mature voice rang in their ears, and the fairies crowding the two captives quickly parted as another woman dressed in what looked like a blue silk dress and a white pond lily resting atop her head. Her cobalt eyes stood out against the brightness of everything else around them, so much so that Tina instinctively tried to back away. Her wings, which looked more like those of a swan than those of a grasshopper that most of the other fairies had, brushed against Tina and Hilda's cheeks as she knelt down to examine them more closely. Her feet, despite being bare, seemed to repel the dirt from the ground beneath, maintaining a regal cleanliness that surrounded her body.

For several long quiet moments, the beautiful fairy looked down at the two dirty humans with curiosity. Tina and Hilda looked up with an unexplainable mixture of terror and admiration, like at a tidal wave or a falling star. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the fairy let a small, almost imperceptible smile cross her lips and stood up, shouting to someone with a booming voice that commanded respect. "Bring these two to my throne room. I'd like to speak with them personally."