A Mercy Killing: part one.

Morgan was in a very dark place, both mentally and geographically. He'd been lost in Fairyland for two whole days now and all hope that this was a temporary aberration was fading fast. Whatever was happening to him just wasn't wearing off. Also, the part of enchanted forest where he happened to be right now was so thick that it not only blocked out the sunlight, it also thought that . . . that . . . oh don't worry, it's bound to think of something sooner or later.

Morgan heard sobbing, which certainly wasn't helping to lighten his mood. Still, at least the sobbing wasn't his and the way things had been going recently, this made a refreshing change. Also, the sobbing had a distinctly feminine quality about it and since Morgan hadn't had a decent shag in yonks, the idea of bringing comfort to a distressed lady by fucking the shit out if her was not without appeal to him.

He found her slumped under - well, a tree. Obviously. Everything's under one tree or another around here. She was a short, plumpish fairy with gossamer wings that quivered with her every heartfelt sob. Scattered on the ground all around her were small white things which on closer inspection turned out to be children's teeth. Real children's teeth, presumably from real children - in the real world. Morgan immediately latches onto the implication here. That must mean that there's a way out of this nightmare and she knows where it is. Morgan's heart did such a frenzied sumersault of joy at this realisation that it almost risked knocking out a few of his own teeth. All he had to do now was get her to share this knowledge with him - and he'd be free.

"Er . . . excuse me . . ." The fairy stopped sobbing, unslumped herself, took one look at Morgan and said, "Ye gods! It's the weirdo that doesn't count - and by the look of him, doesn't read or write neither. Look, piss-off weirdo; can't you see I'm doing some heavy-duty lamenting here?" "Yes I can and it pains me to find you in such a distressed state. Pray, is there anyway I might be of some assistance in alleviating the cause of your suffering?" Morgan was profoundly shocked to hear such a turn of phrase escaping from his lips. This was pure Fairyland speak. This place was changing him despite himself and this only served to raise his determination to escape before he got written into a fairytale forever.

The toothfairy gave him a funny look that had Morgan laughing hysterically. "It wasn't that kind of a funny look" she growled with barely pent-up aggression. "Sorry" he blurted out and swiftly pulled himself together. Leaping to his feet, he defty screwed them back on, cursing the fact that in Fairyland, everything always seems to be taken so fucking literally. "I just wondered if there was anything I can do to help" he ventured. "No, there's nothing you can do. I'm an anomaly, an outsider, a fairy who turns up in other entity's stories but have no story of my own. Therefore, I've no justification for my existance. Night after night, I'm doomed to sneak into sleeping little brats bedrooms, have a sneaky grope under their pillows and steal their freshly shed baby teeth; solely to back up some fanciful lie their parents have told them. Call this a living? Well I fucking don’t. I never asked for this half existance and I don't sodding want it." "But surely you can . . . well . . . just quit?" "No I fucking can't. The enchantnent won't let me. Only an outsider has to power to . . ." The tooth fairy looked at Morgan; Morgan looked at the fairy's pleasant but tear-stained face, her alluring cleavage and the smooth, creamy-white swell of thighs he immediately viewed as a gateway to . . . to . . . to fucking a fairy basically. A look of elation stole across the fairy's face as she said, "on second thoughts, perhaps there is something you can do for me."

She read his dirty little mind. It wasn't difficult; his rising penis was easy to track by the outline of its accendency pressing against his thin nightgown. "You can do whatever you want to me. I could stop you of course; (I am made of magic after all), but I won't if you promise to do one little thing for me." "What's that?" "Kill me! I hate my existance. It's all about bloody teeth and I've had enough of it. Besides, Peter Pan tells me that to die is a wonderful adventure; although he's never died in his fucking life so how he'd know anything about it is anyone's guess." "But I've never killed anyone in my li -" "So far, you've been responsible for the deaths of Goldilocks and the three bears, Prince Charming and his entire retinue, Baron Hardup and his two ugly daughters plus the manslaughter of his pretty one. Add to that you're as horny as fuck and I'd say you're the very man for the job." "And I can fuck you while I do it?" "Sure thing. In fact, you have to before it's possible for me to die" "I thought you were immortal?" "In here, I am; but out there in your world, I have to become mortal enough to be able to handle mortal material - like teeth. That's when I'm **** and that's when you kill me." "Right, so how are we going to set this up then?" "Simple, you come with me on my next mission. I'll cast my usual spell on the entire household to make sure no one is disturbed and then, as I'm reaching under the pillow for the tooth, that's your window of opportunity to take me. All fairies are virgins, you see. Deflower me and you take away my magic, rendering me permanently mortal. After that, you can just take your time and enjoy me." "And there's no comeback on me?" "How can there be? I don't exist." "Wow! It's an offer I can’t refuse. Would you mind very much if I strangle you as I fuck you? It'd fulfill a long felt kink of mine." "Be my guest!" "And almost as good, I'll be completely free of this place forever?" "Ah well now, you see, that may not entirely be the case . . ."