1. Skittles


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sprite, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    look away. “None of my busi-“ I was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. Have to admit, it made my heart skip a beat or two. Ivy, cold blooded bitch that she could be, simply looked annoyed. “See to it that whoever’s making that racket has a nice funeral, Pinky.” “I don’t think he’s listening,” I managed before hitting the ground, moments before Pinky did. In my case, it was meant as a way to make myself as small a target as possible. In Pinky’s case, it had more to do with a flattened slug sticking out of his thick skull. He was going to have one hell of a headache when he woke up. Remember what I’d said earlier about things often getting completely out of control with fairies? People began to scream. Can’t say I blamed them. When a dozen cigar chomping satyrs in pin stripes showed up at a party with tommy guns blazing, there was plenty of reason to be afraid. I wasn’t sure what they were after, or why they were so pissed; knowing Ivy, it could have been just about anything. What I did know was how to take advantage of the hub-bub. It might be the only chance I’d get. Time for ‘the funny stuff’. Thankfully, Olivia was a petite girl. It made slinging her over my shoulder and running like my pants had caught fire as easy as stealing candy from a baby. Speaking of which, I managed to grab the vial of skittles from Pinkwell’s pocket. Never knew when they might come in handy. The garden erupted in chaos as Ivy showed her true colors, flinging balls of glitter that erupted with ...
    devastating results, setting a hapless satyr’s head on fire and searing a huge bald patch into chest fur of another. I felt bad about leaving Murial behind. One of these days the instinct to play the white knight was going to get me drilled full of holes. Today, however, I managed to resist the urge. I just hoped that she had enough sense to make herself scarce. “Put me down this instant,” Olivia managed a weak protest. “Not on your life, sister. You’re coming with me. Now behave, or I’ll give the spanking you deserve once we’re clear of this place.” That seemed to shut her up, although by the sound of her soft gasp, I wondered if maybe she wasn’t warming up to the possibility. Pushing that thought as far away as I could, I made a bee-line for the garden wall. If there was one thing I was good at, it was beating a hasty retreat when things went to hell. With a curse or two, I managed to get both of us to safety, taking a moment to catch my breath, Olivia still flung over one shoulder like a sack of flour. “You’re rather rude,” she informed me. Whether that had to do with my swearing, the way I’d man-handled her, or the positioning of my hand on her shapely bottom, I wasn’t entirely sure. “Not a lot of call for being polite in my line of work. Now, shut your maw for a bit. We’re not in the clear yet. Not sure what those goat-fuckers are after, but I’d rather not find out the hard way.” As if to drive my point home, we heard another burst of gunfire somewhere on the other side of ...
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