Chad felt his book roughly moved. There was a painful "THUNK" as the scrapbook containing Chad was slammed down on a table. The pages were hurriedly turned until Chad looked up at Milo's bruised and battered face.
"Damn, I need more pixie juice, now!" hissed Milo in a whisper shout as he moved his lips toward Chad's tiny pixie penis.
But before his lips can touch Chad, the book is yanked away. It's Bruno clad in only his Speedo.
"So, what's this? Damn, pressed fairies? This one looks like Chad. Maybe I should rip it out an-"
"No, please don't, Bruno. That is Chad. I turned him into a pixie, and uh, I need him," said Milo.
"For what? Pixie dust?"
"No," Milo answered haltingly. He really didn't want to answer, but he wanted that book bad so badly. Pixie juice is highly addictive. "Not dust, juice," he added sullenly.
"Explain!" ordered Bruno. He stared at the naked pixie Chad. It looked damn nearly alive. He would swear the eyes and mouth were moving.
Milo explained that pixie juice was extracted from male pixie's cocks, and was infinitely more potent than pixie dust. Eagerly, he volunteered to demonstrate. Bruno didn't accept his offer, he didn't trust Milo. He had caught Milo doing something to his locker, and had proceeded to throttle and chase Milo.
"So why were you at my locker?" Bruno asked.
"Uh," Milo didn't want to tell Bruno that he was to be the next jock pixielated, so he lied, "That was your locker? I thought it was Chad's."
"What's your obsession with Chad? Why did you make a pixie that looks like him? Why were you trying to get into his locker? Hey, wait, Chad isn't even on the swim team. You were in the swim team locker cage, so you couldn't have been looking for Chad's locker," Bruno grimaced, and studied the erection on the flattened pixie. He asked, "How does it do that? It was flat when you opened the book. The penis and balls seem swollen and throbbing.
Milo sighed, and admitted, "It really is Chad. It's been three days since I last had any pixie juice, he needs to be sucked." Then he added brightly, "I can show you how." Milo reached for the book.
"Must be pretty good, if you want it that badly?" Bruno said, and he leaned in and sucked lightly on Chad's prick.
His body glowed, and suddenly, he could read both Chad's and Milo's mind. He dropped the book, and stepped back.
Milo rushed forward to catch it.
Bruno was enraged, "You really did that to Chad! And you were going to do that me?"
"Lemme explain," pleaded Milo fumbling to open the book to Chad's page. He needed a hit. if he could fly, he could escape.
Then he looked up as Bruno loomed over him, and said, "Oh, crap, the pixie juice gave you mind-reading abiliti-"
He was cut short by a knock-out punch to jaw delivered by Bruno.
Careful Bruno turned to the page that Chad, and peeled the pixie out of the book. Chad remained flattened as Bruno carefully held him.
"Chad, man, I am so sorry that Milo did this to you. I-" he licked his lips and thought damn, that pixie juice is good.
There was a noise, someone was coming. Bruno looked around, he couldn't flatten Chad in that book again, and he was only wearing his swimsuit. Milo moaned as he started to come to- so Bruno shoved Chad into the front of his Speedo.