1. Skittles


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

    pretend to be polite. At least it gained its desired effect. They looked confused as they whispered back and forth before finally coming to a decision. “No funny stuff, Chase.” “No funny stuff. Promise.” I kept my fingers crossed, just in case. You never knew, with fairies, when things were going to get slightly out of hand. Or, for that matter, completely out of control. “Wait here.” I presented them with my best impression of a sincere smile and waited, whistling softly, and slightly out of tune a little jazz number I’d heard earlier. Ellington, I think. Whatever it was, it was catchy. Didn’t take long for Blondie to return, sporting a pout. “ Mistress Ivy would be delighted by your company and extends an invitation to join her in a game of croquet.” “Nancy boy,” I muttered under my breath, knowing that Elves were renowned for their sharp hearing. Just to add insult to injury, I pulled a two-bit piece out of my pocket and, with a flip of my thumb, bounced if off his chest. “For your troubles.” I despised Elves. At best they are egotistical little bastards and It gave a little lift to my stride as I left him fuming in my wake. I was met at the door leading into the inner gardens by a mountain of flesh that called itself Mister Pinkwell. Half bull, half man and completely devoted to his Mistress. Not a bad guy, either, as long as you showed Ivy proper respect. We’d been crossing paths for one reason or another long before Ivy’d gotten her hooks into him. “Good to see you, ...
    Pinky,” I grinned, tipping an imaginary hat at the Minotaur. “Ivy get around to castrating you yet?” He gave me as much of a smile as he could muster, thick slabs of ivory showing behind thick rubbery lip. “The boss says that if anything ever happens to me, she’s gonna cut it off and have it turned into a fountain. Biggest cock in Tinktown, Rooster.” I think Ivy kept him around as much for his sense of humor as his muscle. Rooster, I should mention, was a nickname from the old days, before I’d gone respectable. “That’s only because she hasn’t seen mine yet, big guy.” Pinkwell chuckled with amusement before wiping the smile off his mug and getting down to business. “Empty your pockets, Chase. Everything.” “Hey, it’s me. She knows I’m allergic to bean shooters and I’ve got no beef with her.” “Yeah, I know, Rooster, but she’s been kind of edgy lately. Trouble brewing. Empty them.” He put out his hand for emphasis. It was big enough to crush my head with. With a sigh, I began dumping everything into his palm. Wallet, keys, lighter – I’d give up smoking ages ago, but it had been a gift from someone I’d cared about deeply, once upon a time – spare change and, of course, the vial of skittles. He raised his eyebrows at that, looking me hard in the eyes. I simply shrugged nonchalantly in return. Everything else, he returned. The candy, however, he slipped into the breast pocket of his dark grey suit. “No funny stuff. Like I said, She’s on edge.” “You take the joy out of life, Pinky.” ...
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