Naturally all of what the sexy fairy does gives a sense of arousal, but this is not the real you. So much of what this devilish fairy wants for you to do seems perverted beyond what was even your own dreams.
While the fairy begins of give her wild ideas as to what any a dancer girl should do and show, she begins to become a real pain to have to listen to her ramblings.
Seated on the bed, a casual glance down and to the side of the bed you see there a tennis racket. The memory of how you used it to slap some pretty sweetie on her round but and the stunning impression it made when she yelped from the pain. This suddenly held form a way of ridding you of this perverse little creature.
A quick reach for the tennis racket and without a thought to the powers wheeled by such a creature, you swing the racket at the hovering fairy.
"SMACK!"
As direct a hit with the racket to the fairy as if you slapped a tennis ball back over and across the net to a competitor; the fairy flew across the room and splattered as a glob to the wall.
The fairy seemingly destroyed, the room shimmers back to what it was before the perverse female creature came and did her ways with the room and of you.
First there is a smell like something burning, it reminds as of eggs seared and beginning to roast in a skillet.
A look closer at the squished fairy stuck to the bedroom wall and the nose tells the stink is coming from her. Smell is bad enough but seeing her remains up close the eyes note how the splattered fairy seems to be getting bigger. Bigger is bigger as if she is pulling her slammed and splattered body back together and planning to assume a more frightening form for you to then deal with your racket.
A sucking sound and the fairy pulls what was her splattered body into a sleek and black colored shadow of a form.
Slowly the fairy comes away from the wall, she floating min-air, turns her face to look at you, she sneers a grin, something about it says her friendly attitude is a thing of the past.
"So then, I being very nice and warmly friendly wanting to expand your carnal knowledge of the female sex, and you smash me with your racket! This was not a funny or friendly act upon my body! You need to learn something about manners... manners yes, to learn about why we need manners it would be a good experience for you to have no manners at all and wish then you did!"
Rather quickly the black shadowed form of the fairy beings to grow in size, and standing then before he who she wills as is her folly prey, the fairy strikes a sexy pose. All black and silky of cat fur, she reminds one of Cat woman of the movie by the same name.
"Hmm..., no manners, but not too wild, a bit small now, needs the adding of some bulk and brute to betwixt the mind and arouse the thoughts of how much nicer it is to be human and ad a male. Do you like salads? Do you enjoy the great out-of-doors? Do you like to stand or walk in the rain? Do you lust for your having females around you, they willing and wanting of you to come a ravish them in brutal fashion and openly before the world to see, are not those the females you once wished to be as yours to toy and molest, then be gone, go now and do as you will, remain there until that thousand honey dolls are sexualized and all impregnated into a happy sensation."
A roaring of wind and a rush of it through the bedroom seems to knock the wind out of her prey, making one as nearly unconscious. The wind carries you out a window and across the town, to begin to slow and settle, as feelings of strange s sensations avail all around and of what is then as you.
Horror filled from what came as scented smalls of acrid rumps and bodies washed only by the falling rain, as what the sex fairy said, no manners needed for someone who is as is a bull in a pasture filled with cows.
Horror is multiplied by fear from the knowledge left alive in your head, looking around in the pasture there is not a thousand cows there for you to impregnate. If ever you are to be again as your human self there will come a need to wander or travel to other farms and there do what to a bull comes as a part of their brute nature.