Why not to Pick on the Little Guy (daddys_little_slut & I)

[3ngag3]

The students at the White Owl Magic Academy had just gotten out of their classes for the day. They were bright, cheerful young men and women selected from all over the world based on their magical prowess. Every day they learned something new about the world around them and how it connected to the eternal magical essence that surrounded them all. But that wasn't what they wouldn't be learning today. Instead, they would be learning the shortcomings of being a 16 year old, 5'5" student with no friends and lots of people who wanted to humiliate you because of it. Appearing from a hallway was Sol Gareth and he wasn't in the best of moods. He was in his magical chemistry class and he was preparing a potion that would induce the growth cycle in oak trees. That was until someone snuck in an ingredient that wasn't supposed to be in there when his back was turned. The potion had exploded then and left the young man covered in sap and an ooze known as magical runoff.

Sol was forced then to walk along the halls to his dorm room where he could clean up. Unfortunatley for him, it was around the time the classes were ending and he had gotten around just as they were getting out. They all stared at him then as he walked, his head low not wanting to see. The students stood silent, some snickering to themselves thinking, "Look at that little midget with no talent. Isn't he funny?" But what the students didn't know was that this little mage made a little pit stop along the way. It was really some place he wasn't supposed to be, but he didn't care. He had enough of these pranks being pulled on him. Yesterday, someone put a bucket of stinky water over the door and as he opened it, he was drenched and it took him hours just to get rid of the stench. Before that, someone had put a levetation spell on his standard issue magic staff and made him run throughout the school trying to catch it.

This was but the tip of the iceburg of the things that happened to Sol throughout his stay, but today was the last straw. Now that he had this book of minor summoning, he would have a way to get back at these students who made a fool out of him. And it began in the evening after he got back to his dorm and cleaned up. He read through the book, looking for the right familiar to summon. And then he found it. It was small enough not to be detected, but big enough to perform such minor tasks as carrying and placing smal objects around the school where others wouldn't discover it. After lights out, Sol lay in his bed, the book open to the incantation page. He spoke out the words of summoning and the symbols on the book began to glow...

 

[daddys little slut]

The summoning sigils flared from an eldritch green to a neon pink, and from the light slowly coalesced a small creature. About a foot tall, with hair and eyes the same color as the light she was summoned from, The little Faerie was a sight to behold. "You summoned me?" she asked, obviously quite nervous.

Pepita was a lithe Fairy, Smaller then even the normal Fae. She smiled nervously, simple outfit barely managing to cover her breasts, they would have been b cups on a normal sized human.

 

[3ngag3]

With the appearance of the pretty light show, Sol knew that his summoning was a success. What was more amazing was that it was really his first time trying this kind of thing. It was probably a testament to his talent that it worked so well. Once the fairy greeted him, He looked down at her with a curious expression on his face. He reached out with a finger and gently poked her in the belly, just to make sure she was real. When the warm sensation of her skin made contact with his finger, he became a little more adventurous, poking her here, pinching her there and even going as far as to squeeze one of her breasts just to see what it felt like. "You really are real," he said with a smile as he finished his examination of the tiny girl.

"My name is Sol Gareth," he continued. "I brought you here because I need your help to get back at some jerks who have been screwing around with me one too many times. And you're the perfect creature I need for the task. So what do you say?"

 

[daddys little slut]

The initial nervousness of being in a new world faded into indignation as she was poked, prodded and then even worse, groped. Holding up her hands, she gave him a stern look. "Yes I'm real, The names Pepita Sparkle Rosetti Wingflutter, and I'm of the Wingflutter noble line." THis wasnt a bluff, she was the daughter of a low ranking countess.

His words made her sigh, she always had been a sucker for the little guy. "Look I'll help with the bullies, but we need a few boundaries, No groping is a big one!"

 

[3ngag3]

The sudden outburst from the little farie suprised Sol a bit. He was expecting her to be more shy, innocent and even when he groped her, he expected her to moan a little bit. It showed what little he knew about faries. This one seemed a little more stern, noble even. And based on her name and how she described herself, it wasn't too far off. But none of that seemed to matter once she agreed to help him with his problem...with conditions of course.

"Okay, okay. I just wanted to make sure," the young man replied. "So, what are these conditions of yours?"