Merlin had decided upon his next mark when he got a magical notification that something had been stolen. He hurried towards the source and found Peter, pocketing everything he could get his hands on. Merlin scowled. He waved his hands, freezing Peter, even preventing him from speaking. Then, he summoned a magical costume, making it magically appear upon Peter.
“No one steals from me,” Merlin thundered angrily. “Those who try will learn just how it feels.” Peter doubled over in pain as the costume began to transform him.
Peter shrunk until he was no bigger than Merlin’s hand. The golden, dragonfly-like wings of his costume adhered to his back. His penis and testicles were replaced with a vagina, uterus, and ovaries, and his body morphed to become a perfect hourglass. When the transformation was complete, Peter had become an adorable fairy, glittering with golden fairy dust, wearing a crop top and mini skirt made of leaves.
Merlin snapped his fingers. They disappeared from the mortal world and reappeared in the fay world. Specifically, a forest in the fay world that Merlin knew was frequented by fairy gatherers. Merlin placed Peter on a nearby tree branch.
“Your name is now Twinkle,” he informed the fairy. Peter, now Twinkle, glared at him and fluttered her wings angrily. “You’ll learn your lesson. Goodbye.” With that, he disappeared.
Twinkle took a look at her surroundings, trying to get her bearings. Before she could, however, two large hands grabbed her. Twinkle struggled to break free, but it was useless. She was unceremoniously shoved into a glass jar. Her captor, a young man, grinned at her.
“It’s about time I caught a fairy,” he enthused. Twinkle cringed at his ghastly face. His pores were huge, his teeth uneven, and his dark hair wild. “What’s your name?”
“Twinkle,” the fairy muttered angrily. She noted to her displeasure that her voice was just as cute as she was.
“Awesome. I’m Sean. And you’re going to make me a lot of money.”
“How?” Twinkle asked. Sean chuckled.
“You’ll see.”
The method by which Twinkle made Sean money was by him shaking her roughly on a daily basis. This caused the fairy dust she was covered in to fall off. While she was disoriented by the treatment, Sean would open her jar, which he kept on his desk, and collect the dust. Twinkle protested at first, arguing that Sean was stealing from her. After all, it was her dust he was getting rich off. But Sean just laughed.
After a few weeks of this, Sean switched it up. Instead of immediately putting Twinkle back in her jar after shaking the dust off her, Sean left her on his desk. He then sprinkled some of the dust he had just collected on himself. Weak and dazed, Twinkle watched as Sean shrunk before her eyes, becoming just her size.
“That old man at the market was right!” Sean cackled. “Now, time to get some more money out of you.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Twinkle asked.
“The old man at the market didn’t just tell me the dust would make me your size. He also told me that if you had sex with a non-fairy, you’d lay unfertilized eggs I could sell for way more money than I’m just getting from your dust.” Sean walked over to Twinkle. To her horror, she actually found him attractive, even handsome. Being so small in comparison to him had just exaggerated his features to make him ugly.
Those initial feelings of attraction vanished when Sean slammed her against the desk, pushing up her mini skirt and pulling down his pants. Too weak from her previous treatment, Twinkle couldn’t do anything more than plead for him to stop. It was no use. Sean rammed his hard cock deep into her slit, grunting and pounding roughly. He came over and over again, but Twinkle didn’t even come close by the time Sean removed himself. She cried, her tears sparkling as they fell.
Two weeks to the day that Sean had taken advantage of her, Twinkle felt a strange urge to squat and push. She did so, even knowing Sean was currently sitting at his desk writing a letter of some sort. With each push came a perfectly spherical egg, glittering gold just like her wings and her dust. When she finished, Sean grinned.
“You’re going to make me a very rich man,” he purred.
From then on, Twinkle’s schedule changed. Sean still collected dust from her daily, but now had violent, miserable sex with her immediately after. At first, he only did it to make her have eggs; he wouldn’t take advantage of her during the two weeks it took for her to lay the eggs. But then he started shrinking himself down every few days, then every other day, until finally he would have sex with her immediately following her daily dust collection. Sean also grew bolder, demanding different positions, hand jobs, and blow jobs. Twinkle couldn’t protest.
After about six months of this, Sean…