Time to get help.

Aster had no way of anticipating how much of a turn the day would take when she awoke this morning. The fairies were probably having varied degrees of intercourse with the treemen by now, the sprites were even more 'self involved' than usual, and now there was an entirely new faction of twisted fey bent on corrupting the entire glade.

Hell of a way to start the spring.

Bowen was uncharacteristically quiet as they streaked through the air, arms firmly set at his sides for easier handling. She set them down on the other side of the stream, her wings aching from the sudden exertion. She flopped down against a cattail, not caring about the mud underfoot. Bowen stared off down the stream, eyeing the human pipes in the distance pensively.

"What're we gonna do?"

Aster massaged her temples warily. Despite knowing the gravity of the situation, and thoroughly concerned about it, she wanted nothing more than to beckon Bowen over and fall asleep in his arms. Assuming the stream had poisoned the majority of the meadow over the winter months, most of the fairies would be feeling the same abhorrent instinct to one degree or another... but maybe not all of them.

Taking a deep breath, Aster rose and stretched her wings, drawing on a bit of the glade's magic to fortify herself for the task to come.

"We're going to skirt the edges of the meadow and try to find the sisters who haven't been exposed. We'll need them to snap the rest out of it, if we even can."

Bowen gave her a dubious look, "Do you think that'll be enough?"

Aster shook her head, "Doubtful, but we're not stopping there. Hold on." With an assist from the wind, and a yelp from Bowen, the unlikely pair swept over the meadow like an ungainly bird of prey.

They'd had mixed success. As she suspected, most of the fairies were absent or otherwise indisposed and unwilling to be bothered. They'd actually gotten blasted a couple times. Superficially but still. After the third pair of angry heads poking out of a suspiciously closed and rocking flower they moved further out, succeeding in finding a handful of extremely confused but willing to help fairies. Unfortunately, much like their plants, they were small and delicate even among her kind.

Aster sent them to mob the fear of god into those bitches from the meadow, she figured twenty irritated fairies would be more convincing than one. Hopefully they could talk some sense into their sisters addled minds. She couldn't be the only one to keep a cool head after exposure.

Next, Aster and Bowen headed to the old oak to try and convince the treemen of the danger. It was just as bad as she expected and worse. Not a strip of clothing in sight, save for the shreds some particularly teasing fairies had retained. She tried to shield Bowen's eyes for most of their discussion with the elders, who to their credit were perfectly amiable to speaking with her... so long as each had a girl in their lap. In various positions.

Aster took a breather outside the elders hollow, simultaneously wanting a mind-wipe and to be one of the girls in next-to-nothing. Her mind said no while her body screamed yes, her nipples were so hard they were clearly visible through the fibers of her dress and strange dew collected between her legs.

"Fuuuuuck." For being a word that she'd only learned a few hours ago, it was remarkably versatile. According to her brief interactions with the demonettes it could be used as a verb, a noun, or an exclamation. It could also mean anything from anger to surprise to arousal. Aster wasn't sure if she was using it as the latter or the former but it felt good to vocalize.

Taking a shaky breath, Aster turned to find Bowen missing from her side, "Damn it!" Steeling herself, Aster waded back into the sea of debauchery inside the hollow of the oak, quickly finding a starstruck Bowen pressed up against the wall by some hussy in the barest mockery of a loin-cloth. Aster resisted the urge to blast her, settling for a firm shove and dragging Bowen out by his ear.

"Owowow, sorry! Sorry, she just came out of nowhere and I..."

"Save it. I need you focussed Bowen! I can't do this whole thing by myself! Can I count on you?"

"Yeah..." he scuffed his foot on the bark, avoiding her eyes.

"Good." She planned to continue berating him, something about the idea of him with another fairy just got under her skin, but his remorseful expression spared him. "As usual..."

"What?"

"I said, how do you think I did in there?"

"Oh. Um... it's kind of hard to say what with all the... y'know." He coughed, "But uh... I think you got the message across."

Aster groaned, rolling her eyes so hard her head tilted to the sky, "If I'd gotten the message across they'd stop fucking and start fighting back!"

Bowen gave her a quizzical look and she waved him off, unwilling to explain what 'fucking' meant, "We need to keep going."

"Going? Now? The sun's almost down, shouldn't we wait?"

Aster raised an eyebrow, "Take a look inside, does it look like we should wait? What's the matter, scared of the dark?"

He shuffled uncomfortably, "That's totally reasonable, you can't see in the dark."

"Sure I can."

"No you... wait, really?"

Aster snorted, "No you dingbat! I see just as well as you, which is why I'm not looking forward to our next stop but it's probably our best shot. Hold on."

"IjustfinishedexplainingwhythisisabadideaaAAAAaaah!"