“Red skin, Red blood”

Tiger Lilly is having a terrible night. Her father, Great Big Little Panther, is snoring like a sow during the mating season. Her mother, before going to sleep, got the fire going again and the atmosphere in the tipi is now so stifling that the flies have to dig their way through the thick air. On top of that she should never have had that second serving of Elk meat, it’s making her having nightmares.

After a few hours of rolling around trying to find a comfortable spot to finally fall asleep, she decides to go out to take a breath. Not expecting to find anyone awake in the camp, the warriors probably being dead drunk by now, she only wraps her shoulders in a heavy throw.

The cold night wind refreshes her as soon as she steps outside. The camp is sound asleep; the silence only disturbed by the occasional cricket looking for a mate. She walks to the great fire, now only a pile of ashes and dying embers. She sits looking at the thousand of tiny candles in the sky.

Since Peter killed that horrible Captain Hook a lot of things have changed in Neverland. She shrugs in pleasure at the memory of the games they now share in the family tipi when father is away hunting and mother with the other squaws of the tribe. She gently rubs her intimacy enjoying the thought of her man’s cock. Her fingers playing with her love button, her small breast rise towards the sky at the rhythm of her jerky breathe. A little while later, two fingers in her cunt, she smiles as she reaches a lonesome orgasm under the stars.

A faint humming noise pulls her out of her thoughts. The strange sound comes from down the Valley. She stands wiping her wet fingers against the throw she’s wearing and walks to the large rock above the encampment to get a better view.

At first, she sees nothing but soon the forest down below is bathed in a strange reddish glow. It’s as if it was on fire. Tiger Lilly squints to see better. The light leaves the forest becoming a strange fog slowly climbing the hill towards the camp. The humming grows as the cloud gets nearer. Before long, the Indian princess is able to distinguish the hundreds of tiny lights that compose the cloud, a large swarm of fairies probably, but fairy light ranges from orange to white not this dark red and they never travel in such great numbers. As they reach the edge of the camp, Tiger Lilly is more than worried. The scream of terror of the sleeping sentinel freezes her.

The swarm engulfs the silhouette of the man lifting it up like a rag doll, his shouts now muffled by the terrible sound of the swarm of fairies. The proud red-skin warrior is soon silenced and dropped. He lies dead on the ground covered in blood.

She gets her wits back and falls to the floor hiding from view. She observes, horrified, as the red fog spreads through the encampment. Woken up by the sentinel’s alert, the warriors rush out of their tipis, tomahawk in hand. But alas, they are treated like the first victim of the fairies, grabbed by the tiny creatures, lifted in the air and tossed back on the ground, dead.

A couple of them manage to get a few fairies but with each fallen pixie a dozen more take its place and the fierce Indians are soon overwhelmed. In a matter of minutes everything is finished. Tiger Lilly’s shocked, she has just witnessed her father and brothers torn apart. From the middle of the swarm a ferocious tingling voice emerges. With her rudimentary knowledge of the fairy language, Tiger Lilly makes a rough translation out of it.

“Sisters,” says the fairy she identifies as the capricious Tinker Bell “let’s gorge ourselves on the females but remember the princess is mine, I want that bitch to suffer.”

Tiger Lilly can only curl up in fear. The swarm fly into the tipis and a terrible symphony of screams engulfs the camp. Soon in the midst of the horror more and more sighs of pleasure emerge. Although she’s terrified, she cannot help herself but to feel excited by the chant ascending from the camp. Suddenly, her friend Dog Rose throws herself out of her tent. Her clothes are torn revealing her beautiful ass. A group of fairies fall on her and grab her by the arms, legs and hair. They lift her and throw her into a pile of wood. She tries to stand up but the fairies are already on her. Forcing her to spread the legs the tiny monsters attach themselves to her, their tiny mouths savagely biting Tiger Lilly’s friend’s ass, tits, neck, mouth, tights...

Dog Rose’s screams soon quiet down to become an indecent cry of pleasure. Her blank eyes fall on the rock where Tiger Lilly is hiding, she seems to be begging her for help. A couple more Indian women manage to escape the tipis but they are all caught and thrown back into the dark swarm.

Unable to bear more of this savagery, Tiger Lilly crawls away from the terrible scene towards the pine forest behind her. She’s mortified but she knows there’s nothing she can do except for a stupid act of bravery that would result in her suffering the same fate as her tribe fellows. She has to go to Peter, he’ll know what to do and he’ll protect her. She stands as soon as she feels that the forest will provide her enough cover.

The cries of all her friends fade behind her as she runs towards the shore. The reassuring sounds of the forest soon surround her.

Progression becomes more and more difficult as she gets closer to the swamps. She trips time and time again on the old apparent roots of the mangroves. Exhausted, she decides to take a break and catch her breath. She sits on a small rock, silent. The light of the moon falls upon her breaking through the dense foliage of the trees. Sorrow overwhelms her as she comes to realize that her entire tribe is now probably dead, she starts to cry.

A tingling sound drags her back into reality: a few yards away, a small formation of red lights. She jumps into a bush and stands as still as possible trying to melt in the ground, be one with the swamp.

They don’t seem to spot her and move along in the direction of the shore, disappearing between the trees. She waits for a minute and takes the opposite direction. It will take her back to the plains but if she sticks to the edge of the forest she might elude the fairies looking for her.

She has lost track of time but the tint of the sky tells her that the sun must be about to come up when she reaches the beach. The boat is just a hundred yards ahead of her. She’s almost there, she’s almost saved…

All hope abandons her nonetheless when she hears this tingling sound she has dreaded all night. She turns around. Tinker Bell is just behind her covered in blood, hovering a few feet above the grayish sand, just in front of her eyes. It’s Tinker Bell, Tiger Lilly recognizes her, but not the nice fairy she’s always known. This Tinker bell doesn’t have four small firefly wings but two large leathery bat wings. This Tinker Bell doesn’t look like a pubescent teenager but like a seductive adult woman. This Tinker Bell has fangs, claws and hunger in her eyes.

“With that delicious stench all over your clothes, you didn’t really think you would escape us?” she rings.

The Indian princess starts to scream but the devilish fairy slaps her with extraordinary strength making her loose conscience.

When Tiger Lilly wakes up, she’s in her family’s tipi. She is exhausted and her jaw still hurts. The remnant smell of her family, the familiar roughness of the heavy cover she’s tucked under, the heat of the dying fire in the heart, everything coincides to convince her that the events of the night before must have been a nightmare; a terrible and excessively realistic nightmare but a nightmare nonetheless.

Some daylight comes through the top of the tipi. She’s impatient to feel the hot rays of the sun on her skin to wash out all the terrible memories of her dreams. She yawns, pushing away the heavy cover. She gets dressed hastily and moves to the heavy drape covering the entrance.

She pushes but it refuses to open. She tries again and again until she realizes that she’s trapped inside. She stops. That’s when she realizes that she hasn’t heard the usual turmoil of the camp since she woke up, all is silent. She calls out to no avail. She looks around the tipi to find something to cut through the heavy leather but she’s unable to find anything helpful. Her father’s weapons, her mother’s cutlery, even her own small dagger hidden away under her bed – a present from Peter - everything has been removed.

She sits and starts to cry. Is she still dreaming? Is someone playing a very sick joke on her? Were the events of last night actually a dream? She’s unable to make up her mind; all she can focus on is the despair that’s overwhelming her. Eventually she falls asleep.

It’s much later in the day when she wakes up again. Thanks to the thin ray of light coming from the top of the tipi she assumes that sun should be about to set over the horizon. She’s terribly hungry, all her body is sore but at least she feels rested. She calls out to see if anyone answers her. She only gets a creepy woman’s laughter as an answer.

She begs and cries but the silence has fallen again on the camp. With the sun setting down life seems to come back to the camp. She tries to call for help, again; but no one seems to be paying attention. Again she starts to cry. With the night, darkness becomes total in the tipi. Powerless and mentally exhausted, she falls in a troubled sleep, dozing on and off.

When the door opens she is caught by surprise. A couple of large silhouettes appear in the door, she recognizes her brothers. The relief she feels is short lived as she has never seen such roughness on their faces.

Their bodies are covered with fading pairs of tiny red pricks, their skin is pale and their eyes glow with hunger. Scared, she curls up in her bed. They grab her; forcefully strip her naked and throw her out of the tipi. During the process she’s too shocked to react, sobbing silently…

Outside she’s caught by other soldiers who drag her through the camp towards the large fire. All the men’s faces reflect the same contained ****.

There is a huge fire in the center of the camp. Her father is there sitting as a submissive squaw to the side of her mother who is standing like a proud chief. In the sky, hundreds of tiny red lights fly around playing with the burning ashes thrown by the fire. All her fellow tribesmen and tribeswomen share the same features she’s seen on her brothers.

They all look at her hungrily. One of the fairies leaves the terrible ballet and flies down towards her. Tinker Bell lands on the queen’s shoulder.

“My dinner! How sweet of you all to serve it to me in such simple apparel” she rings looking at the tribe, she turns to the princess “Come closer, Tiger Lilly, come closer, my soon to be childe, come closer so that I can taste you and bring you into the legions of the never ending dream”.

Tiger Lilly, unable to control her body, moves towards her mother and the pixie. By the dancing lights of the fire, she kneels. Tinker Bell takes off again and flies to the princess. Landing on the ground between Tiger Lilly’s thighs, she waves her hand forcing Lilly to bend backwards exposing her intimacy to the pixie and pointing her breasts towards the sky. The evening before she had been in the same position in the same place but tonight the stars are red and she’s not alone.

Tinker Bell approaches; her tiny clawed hands grab the princess’ cunt lips spreading them apart. A group of five Indian women form a circle around her. Her friend Dog Rose and her mother are among them. Their faces reflect lust and hunger.

“This filthy princess has been touching herself” she rattles, laughing.

“It smells delicious!” she continues licking her lips.

She takes the now revealed clit in one of her hands and starts playing with it - scratching it, enticing it, making it bleed, showering herself in the royal blood now pouring abundantly from Tiger Lilly's pussy...

Tiger Lilly is both disgusted and excited. There’s something in the little creature’s petting that fills her with shameless pleasure. At the same time the presence of her parents and the whole tribe around her, fills her with ridicule and disgrace.

Eventually, as Tinker Bell climbs into her bloody vagina, the pleasure overwhelms the shame and she lets out a long and animal moan of pleasure. It’s a signal for the five red skin women to fall on her like birds of prey. While the fairy ravages her from the inside they reveal huge fangs just to sink them in Tiger Lilly’s soft spots. Her mother in her breasts, Dog Rose in her neck, two of the other girls in her wrists and the last one in her left thigh. The unbearable pleasure makes her scream again and again. A red veil covers her vision as she drifts into ****.

Tiger Lilly wakes up in her family tent again; it’s dark outside and the door is open, she can hear the moans of pleasure as her fellow tribesmen indulging themselves in a fierce orgy. This time, she knows it wasn’t a dream. The fangs in her mouth cry for blood and she knows exactly who will be her first victim.