"Hey Simon!" the voice says. It sounds like the woman yelled it right in his ear. He turns his head quickly to see who produced the voice, but finds no one behind him. He goes back to looking for a ripe enough bunch of bananas. "Yo! Behind you!" he hears again. He turns around fully this time, and sees no one anywhere near close enough to be producing the voice. He goes back to looking at the bananas, slightly perturbed. "Ugh, you're hopeless. Right here dumbass!" this time the voice came from in front of him. scanning the bananas, he eventually sees what appears to be a large moth, about 9 inches from wing tip to wing tip. "Finally you get it right." the voice says, originating from the moth "Glad to be on the same page."
Simon examines the 'moth' a bit more carefully, and realizes it's not a moth at all. It's a miniature girl! She was laying down next to one of the bananas, and was barely taller than it. She had short green hair, and a low cut red dress that went down to her knees, showing off her proportionally large breasts. She also wore no shoes. Most peculiar, her skin was a light shade of blue. Her wings resembled those of a moth, but they were more colorful, with a rainbow pattern of colors covering them, moving around in swirl. "Oh. Wait. Yeah. I guess were not." The small woman said. "I'm-" "A pixie." Simon finishes, smiling stupidly to himself.
The small woman flies up suddenly towards Simon's face. "Fuck no I ain't no pixie!" she yells, her wings flashing shades of red. "Do I look like a guy to you?" Simon starts to protest, but the little girl keeps on yelling. "Can you really not see these?" she cups her breasts in her two small hands and squeezes. "Well I-" Simon starts, but the fairy cuts him off again. swirling around him angrily "I asked you, if I look like I have a dick." "I would-" "DO I HAVE A DICK SIR?" the small girl stops swirling around Simon and stopped right in front of his face, hovering a few inches off. with her hands on her hips. Looking into his eyes with her own small green ones. "No." Simon finally says, defeated. "I'd imagine not."
"Good." she says, her wings changing back to swirling rainbows. "Now, as I was saying, before you started being a total ass. I. Am. A. Fairy." Simon scratches his head for a second. "I still don't get why you got so mad." he says. The Fairies wings flash red again for a second. "Alright. Alright. That's fine. The fairy said. "I'll just call you ma'am from now on. You alright with that you sissy girl?" Simon was taken aback. "Well... no, not really." he replies, a little confused. "Fine then." the fairy remarks, lounging like she's laying on a couch in thin air. "Then don't call me a fucking pixie." "Fine," Simon says, the wonder off talking to a pixies starting to wear off. "What should I call me then?" "Well, 'your majesty' or 'goddess' would be nice, but I guess it's a bit of a stretch..." the fairy puts on leg up in the air, stretching it. "Rose would be fine, seeing that it's my name..." she suddenly sits up off her invisible couch, her wings glowing a bright blue. "Oh! 'my master'. Go with that one. I can call you 'slave' and we-" Simon cuts her off "Rose it is then." She looks a little disappointed, her stop glowing for a second before going back to swirling rainbows. "Fine. Ass."
The two stare at each other in silence for a bit. "So... Rose." Simon begins, "What are you here for anyways?" "Oh, right." Rose begins. "I was sent by the fairy council to..."
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