Barging into the Palace

Tina rode her majestic steed through the diminutive streets of Feytropolis, paying no more mind to the fairies watching and yelling at her. She was a woman on a mission, and wasn't going to slow down for their sake.

As she approached the familiar front doors of the tea set palace, Tina dismounted her steed and gave him a little scratch under his chin for good measure. "I'll be right back, buddy." She cooed, and he let out a happy squeak in response. With that, she turned on her heel to face the palace courtyard, and her smile gave way to a determined scowl. When last she'd entered this place, it had been tied up on a stake; now she was going in her way.

A servant was tending to a small topiary (which was really just a pile of moss) as Tina stomped forward, and he stared in utter confusion. He was wearing a reasonable facsimile of a three-piece suit, though obviously crafted from flower petals instead of cloth. He even had bits of finery on his cuffs and shirt collar that seemed to be made of little flecks of gold dust, likely scarped off of some priceless heirloom Hilda had no doubt dropped in the fairies' laps at some point. The tiny human was attempting to slip on her ill-gotten armor as she walked, but she was finding that neither pair were in her size nor in very good condition after her scuffle with their former owners. She was desperately trying to **** her bicep into the torn sleeve of a tunic when the gardener called to her. "Can I do something for you, miss?" His voice carried a hint of exasperation, suggesting he, like everyone else in this city, was not going to be very helpful.

"I'm going to see the queen." Tina said bluntly. "I know the way, no need to escort me."

"Um, beg your pardon." The gardener hovered over to Tina, leaving his work-in-progress momentarily. Upon closer inspection, Tina realized the round shape of the sculpture bore a striking resemblance to her mother's buttocks. That the queen of the fairies would memorialize her in such a way did not surprise the knight's daughter. The servant continued his protests, "I'm afraid the queen has asked not to be disturbed, you'll have to come back another time."

"That lady put me in a literal nightmare world to supposedly removed this curse placed on me, and then teleported me deep into the woods to be vomited out of a flower, curse still intact. I'm not waiting another second, and I've had it up to here with you annoying pixies and your annoying methods of keeping me here." Tina's arm ripped clean through the tunic she had tried to put on, cutting it cleanly in half and leaving the useless fabric fluttering to the ground.

"At least we all know how to dress ourselves." The gardener mumbled. Tina responded by bending over and sticking her ass right in his face, shaking it in a voluptuous display. He grimaced and fell back against the wall, and Tina turned around and stuck out her tongue, embracing the silly atmosphere of the fairies to her own amusement. When in Rome, do as the minotaurs do, as the saying went. She tossed her remaining clothes at the fairy, kicked up a bit of dirt for good measure, and barged into the palace, stomping hard enough to leave bare footprints in the ground.

Tina ignored the other servants who tried to speak to her as she made her way to the garden where the magic fountain was, only to find neither her mother nor the queen anywhere. Growing angrier by the second, she turned to see a particularly bold maid staring at her and raising her hand as if about to ask her to leave. Tina subverted the question, demanding, "Where's my mother?"

Her voice was so loud and commanding that the fairy maid ignored her instructions to keep Tina out of the palace for the time being. She whispered, "I-in th-th-th-the queen's quart-t-ters, upst-st-st-stairs." She gestured behind Tina to a hole in the hall ceiling leading to a higher floor.

Tina groaned; of course they wouldn't even have stairs here since everyone could fly. She grumbled to herself as she took a running start and jumped into the hole, grasping the edge and letting her body hang down, bare legs and butt swinging every which way. As she reached her leg up and around the ledge, she thought to herself, That blue bitch is gonna get a wallop from me, I swear.