Gravity

I left Tinkerbell in the safety of the cave with a strict order to stay put. The barrier I had erected would keep the Heartless out, but it wouldn't stop a curious and now very large fairy from wandering off. She looked anxious when I turned to leave, her human hands gripping the fabric of her leaf dress, but she nodded, trusting me simply because I was the only thing standing between her and the dark.

I ventured down the cliffside to the water's edge. The lagoon was black and oily, but life still struggled beneath the surface. I managed to spear two large, silver fish and gathered some glowing blue fruit from a vine that hadn't been withered by the darkness.

When I returned to the cave, the fire was already crackling. Tink had found some dry driftwood and used a weak Fire spell, little more than a spark from her fingertips, to get it going.

She looked up when I entered, her face lighting up with relief so intense it was almost painful to watch. "You came back," she breathed, her voice raspy but warm. "You actually came back."

"I told you I would," I said, dropping the catch near the fire. "Dinner."

"I'll do it!" she volunteered eagerly, scrambling to her knees. "I know how to cook. The Lost Boys were useless, I did everything for them. Even if... they never said thank you."

I sat back against the cave wall, stretching my legs, and let her work. It was, without a doubt, the best show in Neverland.

Tink was not used to her new size. She moved with the muscle memory of a creature that weighed less than an ounce, but she was now a hundred and ten pounds of lush, curved woman. She knelt by the fire to gut the fish with a sharp rock. The green leaf-dress, which had been a cute covering for a fairy, was scandalously erotic on a human-sized girl. It was strapless, clinging to her perky breasts with a **** tension. Every time she reached for a branch or leaned forward to stoke the fire, the top dipped dangerously low, offering me generous glimpses of deep, pale cleavage.

She was completely oblivious. She was so focused on being useful, on proving her worth so she wouldn't be discarded again, that she didn't notice how high the hem of her skirt rode up. When she bent over to retrieve a dropped fruit piece, the jagged hem of the leaf skirt lifted, revealing the smooth, curved delights of her thighs and the very bottom of her firm, round ass cheeks. She wasn't wearing underwear, fairies didn't need it, I supposed, and the realization made the air in the cave feel suddenly hotter.

She hummed as she worked, a human melody now, not just bells. She was clumsy, knocking her elbow against the rock, cursing softly, then checking to see if I noticed. I noticed everything. I noticed the way the firelight played on her skin, which still shimmered slightly with residual pink dust. I noticed the way her translucent wings, now heavy and drooping down her back like a cape, twitched when she concentrated.

"It's ready!" she announced, turning to me with a beaming, hopeful smile, holding out a stick with roasted fish.

We ate in the comfortable silence of the cave. Tink ate voraciously. "Oh my gosh," she moaned, licking grease from her fingers. "It tastes so... heavy. So real. Being small, everything is just a nibble. But this... this fills me up."

She looked at me, her blue eyes wide and curious. "Is this what it feels like to be human? To be full?"

"It's a start," I said, watching her tongue chase a drop of oil on her thumb. "There are other ways to be filled, Tink. But food comes first."

She blushed, not fully understanding the double entendre but sensing the heat behind it.

After the meal, the adrenaline of the transformation and the escape finally crashed. Tink yawned, a wide, jaw-cracking yawn that made her shiver. "I'm so tired," she slurred, her eyelids drooping. "My body... it feels like lead."

She crawled over to me. Old habits died hard; she was used to seeking the warmest, safest spot to rest. She didn't ask. She curled up on the stone floor between my spread legs and laid her head on my thigh, using my leg as a pillow. She curled into a ball, trying to make herself small again.

"Just for a minute," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. "Keep the monsters away... okay?"

"I've got you," I said softly.

Within seconds, she was asleep.

I stayed awake, keeping watch. But my eyes kept drifting down to the fairy on my lap. I took the opportunity to study her. Up close, she was a masterpiece. Her skin wasn't just skin; it had a texture like flower petals, impossibly soft and flawless. Her eyelashes were long and golden. Her ears were pointed, tipping slightly outward through her messy blonde hair.

I reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek. She stirred but didn't wake. She nuzzled deeper into my crotch, her breath hot against my trousers. Her leaf dress had ridden up further in her sleep, exposing the entirety of her long, slender legs and the smooth curve of her hip.

She was a fallen star, solidified into flesh for my sake. Peter Pan had looked at her and seen a mere source of Pixie Dust; I looked at her and saw a girl **** to be found. "Sleep well, Tink," I whispered, resting my hand on her shoulder. "Tomorrow, we have to fight the darkness."