Snap back into reality.

By the time you come to your senses, your allies are gone. By the looks of it, you aren't even in the same area as before. You start to wonder how long you've been out, and how far you actually travelled. In panic, you pat your sides, but then you breath a sigh of relief. Your sword is in its scabbard again, and your compass is sitting in your pocket.

You look around and try to get your bearings.

"Guys? Anyone?" you call out. Then you let out a long sigh. "Pixies? I know you're there."

From behind a flower up ahead, a cute girl pokes her head out to see you. Though unlike most girls you've met, this one is a bit short. More specifically, she only looks to be about half a foot tall. Her wings have a beautiful and elaborate pattern of reds, yellows, and oranges, just like a butterfly. You then see another not far away, though of a different colour scheme. Then another. Soon, dozens of pixies start appearing out of thin air.

You can't count them all, but there's over two dozen for sure. One by one, they start flying over to you, and they flutter around your body. It tickles as the odd one brushes against you. It almost makes you sneeze.

They seem to have a similar style across all of their outfits--short, cute dresses starting around their chest covering them down to their thighs, with matching shoes, and they tend to match the patterns of their wings--though they are all unique. They aren't like Luna, despite their wings. They leave no powder behind as they fly, and their bodies look completely human, despite being a fraction of your size.

One zooms straight up in front of your face. Though she's tiny, her chest is proportionately quite busty. It bounces up and down as she comes to a stop.

"You're gonna go fight bad guys?" she asks.

"Yeah, so can you please bring me back to my friends?"

Another perches on your shoulder and whispers into your ear. "Nooo. We want to play first."

"That tickles... Ah!"

You suddenly feel a poke to the front of your trousers. You look down to see one with her hand against it.

"It feels so big," she says.

Suddenly, several of them flock down to your waist and begin poking and prodding at your lower half, and yank on your belt. It takes them a moment, but they figure out how to work together in order to begin pulling off your belt. Meanwhile, others grab at your hands, and though they aren't at all strong, they begin tugging on your fingers to try to keep you from stopping their friends.

"If you smack us, we'll turn you into a frog," one whispers into your other ear.