Shelly's sad fate was the talk of the Fairy community for most of the week or so. Some ten to twelve Fairies, all in all, had been close enough to hear her panicked screams, (not including Brandon, of course), but no-one had been close enough to help. Still, the late, lamented Shelly had been more than a bit specific in her cries, and Fairies do have quite a bit of an overactive imagination - even if they seldom, if ever, apply it to possible consequences for themselves. It hadn't been too hard at all for whispering Faerie girls to guess at the sudden muffling of her first screams, and the Pixie boys were discussing whether the squirrel had fucked her in both her other holes or just taken its sweet time with her ass, more than one of them remembering and comparing either of Shelly's holes and all of them nursing hard-ons.
Shelly's rivals were grinning that this was certainly the first time anyone had heard Shelly screaming *not* to fuck her ass, or making "You're tearing me in half!" sound like a *bad* thing. Even her friends smiled a bit at those jokes as the days became a week, then two - not because they didn't like her or were heartless or anything, but because Fairies have a hard time staying unhappy.
Brandon, of course, was jerking off even more than he ever had in his entire life. Every memory someone shared about Shelly, every theory about exactly what fucked and ate her and how it did so, meant that all he could see was squirrel cum shooting out the buxom Fairie's nose and around the edges of the squirrel dick in her mouth, her cum-slick, ample globes bouncing crazily as the squirrel pumped her up and down on his cock, her pretty face forming desperate cries to let her ass alone, only for her screams to reach an entirely new pitch as it started slamfucking her rear hole... It was a rare occasion that Brandon got as far as imagining her sudden realisation that she was going to experience worse that a squirrelfuck before he was in the bushes desperately freeing his throbbing hard-on from his loincloth, and he rarely got so far as to imagine the way her breasts squooshed together as they were pressed into the squirrel's mouth, or the frenzied, desperate trashing of her long, tan legs sending squirrel cum flying everywhere before they followed the rest of her tasty body into the squirrel's stomach, before he was grunting and panting in extacy, thick spunk covering his hand and whatever was in front of him.
Of course, he was hardly alone at jerking off at the thought, and given what the small-time but still pretty amazing regeneration ability of Fairies did to Pixies' production of little guys, even the most oppular Pixie didn't always have a Fairie girl handy to relieve the pressure, no matter how willing most Faerie girls turned out to be, and given that most of a Faerie boy's time not spent training and practicing for their patrols were or actually with girls were spent talking about girls, the lot of them got quite a bit of experience rubbing their own, attached spear as well as the ones they were supposed to protect the colony with. Most Pixies could ease their tension both two or three times on their own and still go early and messily into some Faerie girl's mouth or over her hands to make certain they'd last good and proper inside her... but even by those standards, Brandon was amazing even himself with the shear amount of spunk he was painting the forest with. He even got a few appreciative glances from the girls from time to time, due to his pretty much constant hard-on. For the first few days, just seeing a bit of naked Faerie skin brought it all rushing up.
Of course, after a few days had passed, seeing a nude Faerie flitting by or stretching in the sun made it very easy to switch Shelly's trashing body with their own in his jerk-off fantasies, and pretty soon the buxom, green-haired Faerie had been nearly totally replaced in her own last, trashing fuck and digestion.
Now, Brandon was in one of his favorite watching spots, a little natural cave of sorts in the tall grass overlooking one of the local ponds. It gave a view of nearly every part of the pond, and one of the "concealed" nookie spots were right outside it, and it was impossible to be seen from above in it. This pond was considered relatively safe - no fish or frogs, at least - so it was a fairly popular place for Faeries to go for a swim after school or before a party. Of course, that still meant several Faeries had come to their screaming demise in something's belly here, over the years, but that was true of practivally everywhere, and usually didn't stop Faeries from enjoying a place even known to be *dangerous*.
At the moment, three Faeries were merrily splashing around the pond, water dripping from their wings and soaked skin, chattering and giggling away. Brandon had pretty much discarded his loincloth even as he was entering the little grass cave, and had been stroking his rock hard erection ever since, He had come directly from Pixie guardian training to here, and they had actually used Shelly as an example, querying how the boys would have saved her. Brandon had actually gotten some praise from his suggestion that it was best to get her out of there before the squirrel ever got to her, but he hardly remembered a word of it. His cock had been throbbing the entire time, and his balls felt like they were going to burst soon.
Normally, he would already have splattered his hand and the ground with a load, just considering the glistening, nubile flesh on display before him, not even taking into account how his balls were throbbing from two hours of imagining Shelly's last minutes, with diverse Fairies in the leading act... but these Fairies were a bit special to him, and he was stroking his quivering shaft methodically, his face locked in a mixture of pleasure, dark lusts and smoldering anger. Two of the Fairies, Ely and Yvonne, were a few classes below him, just barely having begun the serious parts of Faerie school. They both had long, coltish legs and budding breasts promising good things to come in a short while - assuming some predator didn't get the good things coming to it, instead - but normally he wouldn't have given them the time of day when Ely's older sister Sissi was there, too. The two girls were unquestionably cute and really attractive in that young, innocent kind of way, but Sissi... Sissi had graduated not too long ago, but it wasn't just age that gave the blond Fairy a lead in the curves department. Sissi may not actually be prettyer than Shelly had been, but even curvy, buxom Shelly had looked at that bust with envy. Heck, some days ago a view of Sissi scratching an itch in what she thought was a secluded location had even supplanted Shelly's last assfuck as his jerk-off fantasy du jour. Of course, it hadn't taken long for Sissi to be the one riding the squirrel's cock in his fantasies, but...
Things weren't quite normal, however. Just yesterday, he had been at the other end of this very pond, watching blonde, shy Ely, so much a miniature, less developed copy of her older sister - the boys her age probably spent a lot of time jerking off to the thought off squeezing what they must think of as her huge breasts - making out with her best friend, running her hands a bit awkwardly over Yvonne's tight, coltish thigs and up her water-slick ass. They had been so clearly inexperienced (the first time Yvonne out her hands on Ely's breasts, they both broke the fumbling kiss and gasped, and just stood there staring for a while) that it had almost driven Brandon wild. He had spent himself over and over behind a small log as their petting got heavier with their excitement and time, small kisses turning into probing tongues, a touch of a breast into full-on groping, the very first feel of a soft breast giving way under their hands when it wasn't their own. Fingers went from stroking wet skin to slipping across, then into, wet, virgin slits...
Finally, he had moved enough - or grunted enough - that they had almost caught him. When Ely had recovered from first watching her black-haired friend convulsing in orgasm as someone slipped a finger into her for the first time, and then had bringing herself to a just as shuddering climax next to her, the two of them had come right up to where he had been hidden. He had just barely slipped into this very cave, close enough to hear them gasp and giggle at the small ocean of spunk he had left behind. The two girls were clearly enjoying that someone had been watching them, and as they started speculating on who it could have been, Brandon couldn't help but get hard again. Maybe he would finally...
But the two little sluts seemed to imagine no less than half the Pixies in the Lair sitting there jacking off to them, and of course it was the popular guys they mentioned. The ones with big muscles and bigger cocks. Did they care that he had spent enough time and effort to coat that log with sperm - over them? No. They just thought about who was oppular... They didn't deserve him. The only thing they deserved was what Shelly got.
Sitting here watching them, the thought made his cock twitch. Brandon's hand was already sticky with precum. Those two and Ely's big sister. She was nothing but a tease, anyway. He should go and lead something here right now...
But the three girls' skin was glistening with water, the two younger ones were teasing each other when they didn't think Sissi saw - which she clearly did, and his cock was just about ready to explode, now...
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