Coye 6.28

Felt a little sick for a day, so this one took a bit longer. Just two more.

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Chapter 28 - Finally

Coye tried hard to remember if he'd ever heard anything half as sexy as those words, but he couldn't recall if he did. Then again, all the blood in his body flooded his cock and left none for his brain, so Coye wasn't operating at total mental capacity. She was ready for him- and that could only mean one thing. Coye's hand found the base of his cock, and he gave himself an excited squeeze, staring straight at Dorothy's eyes and then down to her plump pussy waiting for the last step.

Dorothy bit her bottom lip while watching Coye touch himself at the thought of making love to her, the wait torturous. Nothing was stopping him from taking her right then and there. She'd given him permission, after all. Dorothy was ready to serve.

Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Last chance to cool off, babe," Shayla pointed out. "Not to butt in, but I'm just looking out for you. It'll hurt. He's pretty big, y'know." She said, rolling her eyes after noticing Coye's smile growing bigger at her offhanded praise.

"I know, and I don't care. I think both of us have waited long enough." Dorothy insisted.

"I could heal you up after you pop, if you want? Make it a little easier on you?"

The thought made Dorothy nervous to consider. The fact that they were talking about such things made the situation all the more real for her. "It's very kind of you to offer, but I think I'd like to do this naturally."

"You sure?" Coye frowned. He wanted this to go as smoothly as possible but wouldn't argue if Dorothy had her preference.

"Yes... so..." nervously swallowing, Dorothy met his gaze and said, "Please, don't keep me waiting much longer..."

Maybe it was wrong of him to do so, but when Dorothy asked him to get straight to it, Coye's instinct was to tease her a little more. He leaned over her body, then laid on her, soon pulling her into another deep and passionate kiss as Shayla repositioned herself near Dorothy's head. Dorothy was surprised at the sudden kiss but welcoming, especially after he angled himself so that his cock rubbed down against her the length of her dripping slit. For a while, they continued to kiss, and he bucked into her, sliding his bare cock all across her lips.

Then, Coye broke their kiss without warning and looked down into her eyes. Dorothy was lustful and passionate, drunk on her ecstasy and desire for him. If Coye asked, he knew she would tell him anything he wanted to hear.

"I want to hear you say it," Coye commanded. "I'll give you everything and more if you do. Tell me how much you want me, Dorothy. I don't care if I've heard you say it already. I never get tired of hearing it."

So close to the moment she'd been waiting for her, Dorothy feared she wouldn't find the words. Her fears were unfounded, thankfully, as the words came straight out of her. In scarcely more than a whimper, Dorothy whined, "Coye, please... I can only beg for so long before I break... I... I've never needed anything even half as much as I need you, and I hate myself for having taken so long to understand that. Please. Please, just... stop wasting our time and make me yours. You can tease me as much as you want some other time, my sweet, precious hero... we, um... we have forever, after all. Don't we?"

Coye's eyes widened, and he went breathless as heavy emotions rose up from within. Her pointed word choice affected him as deeply as she expected it to, making him realize she had a point. Every second his cock spent outside of her was another second wasted- time he would never get back. That was all he needed to hear.

He'd wasted enough time.

Coye raised his hips, angling himself in just the right way before pressing downwards into Dorothy's waiting wetness. There wasn't a moment's hesitation. In one smooth motion, Coye pushed his cock into Dorothy's vagina, sinking until he met the resistance of Dorothy's virginity. He didn't stop until the barrier gave in, at which point he allowed both of them to come to terms with the new reality they'd made for themselves.

Dorothy yelped at the sudden pain. It was worse than she thought it would be, but when she looked up and saw the adoration on Coye's face, she couldn't care about anything more than that. She struggled with the new sensations her body was feeling. Dorothy felt full- stretched to the limit- even though he was only a few inches inside her by then and still had a long way to go.

Though he promised he wouldn't overwhelm her, that was easier said than done now that Coye had tasted the insides of Dorothy's pussy. He looked on edge again, like it was too much, but a fire in his eyes made him appear as if he wouldn't give in any time soon. Dorothy wanted him to have all the pleasure she could provide, even more than that, but she was overjoyed to find out he felt this way about her body.

"You're really doing it..." Dorothy cooed. "You're inside me, Coye..."

"I can't believe it, either... I've wanted you for so long, and here you are..."

Shayla smiled on the sidelines, doing her best to minimize her interruptions. She always felt aroused when watching Coye do his thing, but the heavy romantic atmosphere and tension between them made her more invested than usual. Even worse, the echoes started returning as soon as Coye first pushed inside Dorothy. Trying to keep that news to herself was difficult, as the sensation of Dorothy's pussy wrapping around Coye's cock must have been phenomenal for her to feel as good as she did.

Dorothy reached up and cupped Coye's cheek in her hand. "What are you waiting for? You, um... you don't need to wait for me or anything..."

"Are you sure? That's a dangerous thing to say to me, you know..."

"I trust you..." Dorothy smiled sweetly at him, then added, "Would it be possible for you to do me a small favor, however?"

"Anything." Coye insisted.

"Kiss me more," Dorothy breathed. "Please?"

As if he could turn her down.

Coye timed his following kiss with a retracting motion of his hips and then a deeper thrust, forcing another inch down into her willing depths and feeling his lover moaning into his mouth. Dorothy wrapped her arms around his torso as he pulled back and pushed again, stretching her tight, virgin pussy wider with every stroke.

The deeper he went, the more of a surprise he found inside. The pleasure that Dorothy's unique hole gave him was beyond his comprehension. It was warm, unbelievably wet, and eager to wrap itself around him, but it also had an interesting feature that rewarded his exploration. Dorothy's vagina possessed innumerable little bumps surrounding him on every side. They were soft but firm enough to notice when he scraped against them. Coye hadn't ever felt anything like that before, and it proved addicting and advantageous to them both. Her bumps encouraged Coye to slow his advance and dig around, ensuring he scraped against as many of these spots as possible.

Eventually, Coye had to surface for air and take a quick break because of all his pleasure. He didn't rest for long, soon throwing out his deepest thrust yet as he reminded her, "I love you so much, Dorothy... you're mine... mine forever!"

"Yes, ah- yessss... Coye...!" She called out. "Yours- all yours...!" Though still in vain, Dorothy adjusted more with every passing thrust. It didn't matter if she was shy- her instincts taught her how to handle a man. Rolling her hips back and bucking herself into his oncoming cock, Dorothy earned a mighty moan from Coye and... Shayla?

"Fuck, that's good-" Shayla muttered after her moan, falling on her back momentarily. When her residual pleasure paused, she looked up to find both lovers staring at her. "Uh, sorry. I don't wanna be a distraction... I can ignore it if I put my mind to it!"

Dorothy glanced at Coye, expressing doubt and wordlessly gesturing him to challenge her statement. Accepting, Coye gave Dorothy a strong, passionate thrust to test the waters, and just as he felt the apex moment of pleasure from his movement, so did Shayla. They both made a noise at roughly the same time.

"Shiiiit- Dorothy, I-" Shayla paused as soon as her senses returned. "T-That was a fluke, okay? Just ignore me!"

Coye smiled a perverted smile, then started throwing out further test thrusts. He dug his cock around inside Dorothy, watching with a hint of sadistic enjoyment as the pixie kept making feverish expressions and moaning like she was the one getting fucked.

"This is fun," Coye laughed softly before realizing it might've been seen as rude and turning to Dorothy. "Sorry... I got a little carried away. Tonight is supposed to be about you and me, but-"

"N-No, no," Dorothy shook her head, pleasured but equally curious. "Don't worry about that at all, Coye. I find it fascinating to watch the Faelink between the two of you at work, and, ah... if I'm being honest, Shayla...?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Well, we haven't known each other for long, but I owe you so much for helping Coye come into himself. The fact that I can, um... share my first time with you in such a way might not fully express my appreciation, b-but... it's something, at least..."

"Okay, I get it already!" Shayla blushed, ruffling her hair in frustration. Dorothy was starting to come off like a saintess, which only made Shayla feel guilty by comparison. "You two go ahead and do your thing already. I'll just be over here moaning on the sidelines. No big deal."

Dorothy giggled, but her attention was soon stolen by Coye, who accepted Shayla's suggestion and gave his lover a warning. "I'm going to start getting more serious now. Think you can handle it?"

"Whether or not I can handle it doesn't matter, my love... I'm yours- yours to do with as you like..." Dorothy exhaled dreamily, expressing her love with her glazed-over eyes as she stared into his. "If you want to slowly make love to me, do it, and, um... w-well... if you want to fuck me into a messy puddle, you can, ah... y-you can do that, too..."

"Are you trying to imply something?" Coye teased.

"N-Not necessarily, but you're free to interpret it however you want..."

"Don't mind if I do, then," he grunted, feeling pressure rising in his balls as they begged him to take Dorothy up on her offer. He pulled back and thrust hard, angling himself to the side so that he scraped against her many bumps. A loud smacking sound echoed as their pelvises met, Coye now fully bottomed out inside Dorothy for the first time. There was plenty of resistance, but doing it all at once helped her adjust sooner than otherwise.

Shayla and Dorothy went breathless, trembling in pleasure and a hint of pain in the latter's case. "Oh, gods... is... is that all of it...? Y-You're pressing up against my... mnnn!" Dorothy was shivering from the thought of what Coye was doing to her. The arms wrapped around his back pulled him even closer, his face pressed firmly between her chest.

There, basking in the soft comfort of her tits, Coye gave in to his desires. Being slow and gentle with Dorothy was no longer a concern, at least not as much as before. The time for exploration and teasing foreplay was over. It was time to fuck.

Stroke by stroke, Coye started slamming his entire cock down into Dorothy with reckless abandon. It didn't take long for her to realize that sex was the best thing to ever happen to her. Laying there with Coye on top of her battering her womb transported the poor woman to a world where everything was as it should be. There, she could turn her brain off and never have to think. The only thing expected of her was that she did what she was told, and everything felt so much better because of it. With the scope of her world drastically reduced, all that mattered was Coye and being of use to him.

She had to make him feel even better.

"Yes, yessss...! So good, my hero, oh- ohhh... can you feel how my body accepts you? B-Becoming yours the harder you pound? Squeezing and clamping you in such a way that shows how badly I never want to let you go...? Gods, it's... it's too much...! I'm so lucky for the chance to serve your desires- to serve your infinite lust, I... I... ahhh!!"

There was a significant drawback to Dorothy's game plan. Her dirty talk didn't only increase Coye's enthusiasm, but it turned her on even harder on top of that. Talking like that while his cock was already ravaging her only made Dorothy's resistance fade all the sooner.

In any normal circumstance, Coye would've been able to tell Dorothy was on the verge of climax. He missed all of the cues because he could scarcely think about anything other than shoving himself inside of her in an endless loop. Coye continued blissfully unaware, hammering away at his lover to further his pleasure, unknowingly sending her off the edge and screaming as she reached her second orgasm of the night.

Dorothy's nails ripped into his back as he fucked her, screaming, "Coye! COYE!! AHH!!"

Even that wasn't enough to make him stop. Coye just kept going and going, carving around her insides and poking her quivering pussy in so many exciting angles as it became his perfect fit. His release was also drawing near, but he intended to savor her body for as long as possible.

Shayla was grateful for that. As Coye fucked Dorothy with all he had, Shayla rode a very confusing high. She wasn't just picking up echoes of his pleasure, but some of his thoughts were clouding her mind on top of that. Some of her thoughts were painted over by his, leading to some confusing moments where Shayla mentally echoed Coye's sentiments and even his love for Dorothy as if it were her own.

"Dorothy..." Coye whined. "I'm getting there. I'm getting really close. Fuck, I love you so much..." he exhaled heavily, mind growing foggy with desire. From there, he started trailing back into the same rhetoric as before, mumbling about how Dorothy was his and no one else's as he fucked her.

Dorothy felt overwhelmed by his love. She enjoyed it immensely whenever he acted adorably possessive, but even better was that she could physically feel Coye getting close to release. His burning cock throbbed against her uneven walls, precum was already spurting against her deepest depths, and it would only get better from here. She instinctively wrapped her legs around the small of his back, keeping Coye pressed into her as her hips rolled into his from below.

"Don't hold back, my hero... I... I don't want you to hold back..." Dorothy cried. "You understand, don't you? I can't really be yours until you, um... finish things off properly, d-don't you think...?"

"Yessss," Coye huffed in agreement. "That's a good point, fuck..."

"Right. You have to, um, mark me with your love on the inside... you have to, Coye... please?"

Coye's entire existence was pulsating with the urge to flood Dorothy's pussy with everything he had. "I'm gonna do it..." he inhaled through his teeth. "I'm gonna fucking cum in you so fucking hard-"

"T-Then what are you- mnnn- waiting for?" Dorothy asked, tears in her eyes visible behind those glasses he loved so much. "I want you to make me yours more than I've ever wanted anything! Please. Do it, my precious hero! For both of us!"

"AHH-"

Coye's eyes shut tight. His body seized. Timing it with a deep and passionate slam of his hips, Coye unleashed his load after shoving himself as far as he could go, pressing against the entrance to her womb. He couldn't speak a word, not even to reiterate that she was his. Love burst out of him, filling her up as his steaming cum warmed Dorothy from the inside out.

It was so different from feeling it on her skin or swallowing it. Having Coye's cum inside of her the way it was felt right- like this was the way it was supposed to be. She was finally his. As if to reward her for that, her body spoke out by convulsing and sending her into another powerful orgasm alongside his, fluids gushing out of her and onto his spasming cock.

And then there was Shayla lying next to Dorothy's head, going through a profound and life-changing experience as these two lovers consummated their long-awaited first fuck. The degree to which Coye's thoughts and emotions were implanting themselves inside Shayla had increased. Coye loved Dorothy, and at that moment, Shayla truly understood the depth of it to such a degree that it changed her.

She came, too, of course, but the psychic shenanigans were much more impactful at the moment.

Before Shayla could process these changes and Dorothy could wind down a little, Coye was already hungry for more. That he just shot out enough cum to fill her up all the way and then some wasn't enough. He didn't wait this long to only have Dorothy once on their first night. Sitting up and wrapping his arms around her back, Coye suddenly pulled Dorothy upright, shocking her over the suddenness of his actions.

"Ah! Coye?!" Dorothy yelped, gasping as his hands sunk into her bare ass cheeks. "What are you- NNGH!"

"I haven't had enough-" he growled, beginning the rewarding work of slamming his shaft in and out from this new position, using his strength to bounce Dorothy's entire body on his cock. Every new thrust sent some of his cum to fall from her pussy onto his cock and the sheets below. "You're mine now, so I'll use you however I want. That's okay, right? Isn't that what you said your body is for? For me to use and fuck however I want, whenever I want?"

Now he was speaking her language. Dorothy's pussy clenched around him, clamping and making it impossibly tight for his pleasure. Her neck gave out, and she was forced to lean forward against Coye's shoulder, exhaling with pleasure. "Y-Yes, my hero...!! That's right! I'm so sorry. I completely forgot! I am yours now, and so is my body, so- HYAA?!"

Coye didn't wait for her to finish. Instead, he started making the most of his new personal cocksleeve by continually slamming her down on his cock harder with every stroke. Like she really was just a toy for his amusement, he was angling her hips in different ways with every stroke. He ensured no two thrusts were quite the same, keeping her guessing and finding new bumps as he familiarized himself with every last inch of his lover's most intimate parts.

His lust was ferocious, and he didn't care about holding back.

Shayla watched Coye's cock bashing inside her from below, marveling at his fierce pace. Maybe even more than that, she was gazing up at the beautiful monolith of Dorothy's body. The way her fat ass rippled as Coye slammed it on himself... the pale, milky tone of her sweaty skin... all the hot cum dripping out of those pink lips of hers... the pixie gulped, then bit her lip.

She had to get closer, Shayla realized. Dorothy deserved even more attention than she was getting, and Shayla had a lot of making up to do to her. Shayla flew up to Dorothy's shoulder, perching there and marveling at the way her lustful face contorted moan after moan from Coye's ruthless fucking.

"Geez, someone's getting used to this..." Shayla teased, running her finger on Dorothy's sensitive neck in little circles. "Could you look any more beautiful when he fucks you, or what?"

"Ah- w-what?!" Dorothy didn't expect the random compliment or the sudden fairy on her shoulder but accepted the situation regardless. "Oh, um... t-thank you...?"

"Poor girl," Sighing wistfully, Shayla shook her head at her own foolishness. "If only I wasn't so stubborn, I would've made sure this happened way, way sooner. You deserve this, and I want to help make things even better..." Looking briefly to Coye for permission, whatever Shayla had in mind excited him. He nodded, giving her the go-ahead.

Dorothy had trouble comprehending how her first sexual experience somehow ended up as a threesome with the boy she loved and his fairy life partner, but that's where she found herself as said fairy inched closer to her neck. As soon as she was there, Shayla started kissing Dorothy's neck on her sensitive flesh, similar to what Coye had done. The difference between them was that Shayla's kisses had literal magic at work, making the sensation incomparable and totally different.

Shayla's kisses tingled Dorothy's flesh, swirling with excitement and otherworldly desire, causing the woman to call out, "A-Ahhhn?! I-I... w-what is this?! It's so... so-"

"So good!" Coye finished for her. With every kiss Shayla gave Dorothy, it had the unintended effect of making her pussy clamp down on his cock like a vise. "Don't stop kissing her, Shayla!" Coye begged, addicted as ever to what he felt.

"Wasn't planning on it, unless somebody has anything to say about it?" Shayla smirked naughtily at the girl, waiting to be told off if that was what Dorothy wanted.

"I... I don't know... this is still so much, b-but then again, if this is what my hero wants to happen, then I don't really have the right to refuse..." Dorothy mumbled dreamily. "And... mn, it feels really nice for me, too...!"

Satisfied, Shayla went back to what she was doing, giving sensual licks and kisses all around the side of Dorothy's neck. She focused on the spots Coye had left marks, reinforcing these areas with extra attention. Her reaction was a continual expression of sensory overload, the sheer arousal from her driving Coye to fuck Dorothy even harder and faster. From feeling unloved and alone in the world to being ravished by her hero and his pixie at the same time, Dorothy was drunk on love and lust, and it didn't take long from that point until she was cumming against Coye's persistent cock.

More and more strength left Dorothy. Even if she could be described using cute words like chubby or plump, the reality was that she was out of shape and hadn't seen so much physical activity in a long time. Dorothy had trouble keeping up since the second round began, but her latest climax took what was left of her. She couldn't hold herself up anymore, relying solely on Coye to keep her propped up. Coye could tell her strength was fading, and he endeavored to move her even faster, his hands spreading apart Dorothy's ass as he rammed it down his shaft in a mad dash to the finish.

The intensity ended in another larger-than-life creampie. Coye let loose inside her desperate pussy, filling her even further past her limit until his cum gushed out the sides of her lips. From Coye's residual pleasure, Shayla came yet again, topping the trio off and leaving them each pleasantly satisfied.

Coye reclined back on the bed, letting Dorothy fall on top of him as Shayla lazily fluttered beside them. After everything that happened, even Coye was exhausted. Not physically, but emotionally. It took him a minute to gain the willpower necessary to roll them over on their sides and unsheathe himself from his lover, much to Dorothy's disappointment.

"I still can't believe it..." Dorothy exhaled after a few minutes of rest.

"Which part?" Coye asked.

"Any of this, really... it's just... you came inside me, Coye..."

The thought made him feel warm inside, though probably not as much as she did. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, very much..." Dorothy nuzzled closer to Coye as he hugged her tighter. "I never knew I needed you as badly as I do now."

"He seems to have that effect on women, for whatever reason..." Shayla grinned. "Can't believe you did it again, though, big guy."

Coye blinked, wondering if he'd forgotten something. "Did what?"

"Came inside without making sure it was safe. Twice, at that."

Stupefied, Coye grunted in frustration. "Gods, damn it all..."

Dorothy blushed. "Oh, um, d-did I not specify that I'm on succu-bye? Goddesses forbid I have to deal with having a period on top of everything else on my plate..."

"You shouldn't have to specify. This dummy should know better by now!" Shayla went over to Coye's head, giving him a bop with her fist.

"Dorothy was the one who pressured me into it!" He pointed out, which was technically true.

Shayla clicked her tongue and crossed her arms but maintained a playful smile. "Always excuses with you, isn't it...?"

Smiling at the two of them and how cute they were, Dorothy saw the need to stick up for him. "Don't be too hard on Coye. Neither of us was in our right mind, ahaha..."

Just as Shayla knew it would, the coddling began. Dorothy would always cover for Coye and have his back even when he made blunders, and all she could do was sigh. Still, Shayla supposed Coye deserved someone like that, especially with how upsetting it could be when all the women around him gave him so much sass, including herself.

"Fine, I'll give you a pass..." Shayla sighed, then flew over to Dorothy and laid across the side of her head like a body pillow. This caught Dorothy's interest, and she started up a conversation.

"And how are you feeling? Any developments?" She asked.

"Normal-ish? Why?" Shayla tilted her head while tenderly caressing the side of Dorothy's scalp with her fingertip.

"W-Well..."

"You're looking pretty clingy, there..." Coye smirked knowingly. "Are you really telling us the whole story?"

Suddenly noticing what she'd been doing, Shayla forced herself to stop and looked askance. "Okay, there might've been more bullshit going on in my head the longer things stretched out, and maybe a little more than just your sexual satisfaction echoed over to me, but it's still not a big deal, or anything!"

"Oh? What else echoed over to you?" Dorothy asked, the monster fanatic unable to suppress the stars in her eyes.

"Shayla? Are you saying you suddenly have a crush on Dorothy because of my feelings for her?"

Silence followed, only for the pixie to burn bright red, roll her eyes, and blow a loud raspberry. "Pft. What the fuck are you on about, dummy?" She laughed and waved her hand dismissively. "Bit of a leap, don't you think? It's not like that."

"Then what is it like?" Coye pursued.

"Uh... I don't fucking know-" Shayla looked away. "It's just that when you were fucking her, I couldn't help thinking Dorothy was beautiful, and that she's really nice, and that it's fun to listen to her when she talks, and-" introspection hit Shayla harder than one of Coye's Triple Strikes. She paused, only to lower her head and rub her temples. "Shit."

Coye laughed at the sudden revelation, but Dorothy was incredibly flattered. "There's no reason to be so upset. I knew going into this that the two of you came as a pair, so I don't see how this changes much from my perspective, ahaha..."

"Still. Not a big deal. It'll wear off soon. Just wait..." Shayla shrugged.

"It's, um... it's okay if it doesn't," Dorothy smiled sweetly. "Just saying."

"Gods, you're cute when you're like this..." Coye and Shayla muttered in unison.

"Gah! Damn it!" Shayla's frustration escalated to the point where she started pulling her hair. "Let's just see how I'm feeling tomorrow, okay? Enough about me!"

"Alright, that sounds fair..." Dorothy giggled softly, then brought her hand to Coye's cheek and stroked him with tender care. "And how are you feeling, my precious hero? I hope I was good enough for you... I'm feeling fairly tired and a little sore, but if you needed more relief..."

"Of course you were good enough. You were better than that, Dorothy. I love every second of what we did together, and I love you."

The way he stared into her soul with his bright blue eyes that shined faintly in the dark with what she now knew was fairy magic made Dorothy's emotions well up to the surface. Tears of happiness threatened to stream down her face, but she only smiled straight back at him. "I love you too, Coye. Gods, I feel as if I'll never get used to saying that..."

"You will," Coye whispered and leaned in, kissing her softly. "You have forever, after all."

She reciprocated the kiss, giggling in the aftermath. She probably shouldn't have giggled over the reference to his new lofty ambitions, and yet... "You really mean that, don't you?"

Coye didn't say anything; instead, he let his resolute expression do all the talking for him. His was a childish dream brought about by selfish desires, but that didn't make it any less real. Whether or not Coye could pull off what he desired remained to be seen, but again, his conviction was contagious. Dorothy believed in Coye despite the impossibly high odds stacked against him.

"Right, I shouldn't have even asked," Dorothy muttered, still smiling. "In any case, I wish we could keep going, but I can barely feel my lower body right about now..."

"You're welcome." Coye grinned.

Adoring his playful side, Dorothy kissed him of her own volition, loving that she could do it so easily now. "Yes, I'm quite grateful for that, ahaha... I meant it in the best way possible... for now, though, I need a rest..."

Shayla had been keeping quiet to respect the moment they were having, but as she lounged on Dorothy's head, it made a desire surface within her. Coye got to air out everything with her, yet Shayla still had a lot she needed to say to Dorothy.

Coye noticed the look on Shayla's face, asking, "Hey. Everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, mostly... just have some stuff on my mind, I guess. Not about the Faelink junk, something else. Not sure if now is the best time, but-"

"Everyone else came clean about their feelings tonight, Shayla. You don't need to hold yours back. Right, Dorothy?"

"Yes. Please, let us know if something is bothering you. Especially if I can help."

Sighing, Shayla couldn't stop herself after getting approval from them both. "Fine, fine. Not like I'm gonna win against you two. There's just something I wanted to clear up, Dorothy. You were honest with Coye about the thing with his dad and how worried you were about him thinking you were using him for money, so I just wanted to explain where that even came from..."

Coye kept silent, knowing it was his turn to not intrude on the moment they were about to have. It was better if Shayla handled this herself, so he nodded at Dorothy and explicitly approved of exploring the topic.

"What do you mean?" Dorothy asked as Shayla left her head and sat between them.

Scratching behind her ear, Shayla struggled with her frustration and started to vent. "Look, there's no easy way for me to say this. When Coye was skeptical of you, that was because of me. We'd just met, and he wouldn't stop talking about you, and lots of it didn't sound very flattering. Honestly, you sounded scummy, and I thought you were shaking him down and exploiting him for a while, so I voiced those concerns. Often."

A pit opened up in Dorothy's stomach, sucking out a large chunk of her good mood. "Oh. Um... I-"

"Shush. Let me talk." Shayla held up a finger, quieting the other girl down. "The thing is, there was a point pretty early on where I should've moved past that. Maybe it would've been fair game to still dislike you a little bit because of how pushy you were, but I didn't do that. I kept thinking stupid things about you. Kept whispering them in Coye's ear. Not that I'm trying to make excuses for myself, but you know how pixies are, right? We're childish, petty, jealous, vindictive... and no matter how much I hate those parts of me, I can't just stop being who I am..."

That was all a lot to take in, but Dorothy was listening intently. "I don't think that's explicitly a pixie thing. Plenty of us dislike aspects of ourselves, but at least you have the self-awareness to understand your faults and when they interfere with your judgment."

"Yeah, only after it's too late..." Shayla grumbled. "I had this stupid grudge against you until maybe a week and a half ago, mostly because I thought he loved you more than me. I know, I know... it's stupid, I'm stupid, and-"

"No one is calling you stupid," Dorothy interrupted, shaking her head. Though still tired, she extended her hand toward the fairy, implying for her to get on top of it as she did before. Shayla considered it, but she decided to go for it after another nod from Coye. Once there, Dorothy lifted the pixie closer to eye level and looked at her with a serious expression.

"If you're stupid, then so am I. You're right. I was too pushy with Coye when it came to meeting my quota, and I'll never deny that. I don't think I was doing so consciously, more so that, um... even before I understood my feelings, I always had the vague sense that I could rely on Coye to solve my problems. If you hadn't pointed that out to him, I would've never realized its strain on our relationship."

"Maybe, maybe not..." Shayla shrugged. "You're smart. Mature, too. You just needed things to shift around a bit to figure everything out."

"Mature? Shayla, I spent a week avoiding Coye because I was so in love with him I couldn't even look at his face. Barring young schoolgirls, who even does that?" Dorothy laughed with a healthy dose of self-pity.

"Er... that's..." Shayla averted her gaze, seeing how Coye smiled at how Dorothy had cornered her. Noticing him so smug ticked her off, but she kept it to herself.

"Neither of us is perfect, so I don't see why you think I should worry myself over whatever biases you had against me before we met. You chose to introduce yourself to me, to trust me with your secret, and look what happened. The three of us are now open and honest with each other. Where else do we go from here but forward?"

It took her a bit, but Shayla met Dorothy's words with an uncomfortable smile. "You're really convincing when you want to be, y'know?" She laughed, followed by a reluctant sigh. "Forward it is, then. Still feels weird how open and accepting you are about all of this, though. Almost like I don't really deserve it?"

"It's probably just that 'guilt' thing we talked about," Coye teased.

"Oh, yeah..." Shayla smirked. "Hate that damn thing. Still, if you're really willing to forgive me, then I'm not gonna-"

"There's nothing to forgive-"

Dorothy lifted the pixie in her palm closer, closed her eyes, and kissed the girl on her tiny lips. Shayla was overcome by surprise and embarrassment, Dorothy was a little embarrassed, and Coye was nothing but smiles. Smiles, and a slight hint of arousal which was highly inappropriate for the situation.

It only lasted a few seconds, but Dorothy's heart was beating like mad and her cheeks were flushed by the time she was done. "Friends?" She invited.

Shayla was met with a bitter pill to swallow. After that kiss, there wasn't a shred of doubt that Coye's crush hadn't imprinted on her in some way. Shayla felt butterflies in her stomach, her mouth agape. If she didn't know any better, she would've mistaken herself for that meek and timid little thing Coye used to be a few weeks ago.

"Friends, huh? Hmm... I, uh, I don't know about that..." Shayla coughed. "I could probably let it slide, though. As long as you remember who's in charge around here, or, um... something like that, I'm sure we'll get along fine..."

Reading between the lines, Dorothy's gentle smile widened even further. "I'll do my best to never forget," she giggled.

Unable to continue his silence, Coye teased, "I might have to ask you to come around more often if it means I get to see Shayla acting like this."

"Oh, shut up! You just find it hot watching me kiss another girl, you fucking perv."

Coye shrugged. "I mean, I never implied otherwise?"

The pixie rolled her eyes. "Whatever, jerk... I hope you're happy because now I'm gonna sleep on Dorothy's side of the bed!"

"Suits me just fine. Dorothy?"

"Well... so long as she doesn't take up too much room, ahaha?"

"Really?" Shayla grumbled, climbing back onto Dorothy's head. "I would've expected that from him, but you? I'm hurt. Floored. Devastated, even."

"Speaking of sleep..." Dorothy was about to make a suggestion, but the suggestion expressed itself by interrupting her midsentence with a pronounced yawn. The timing made Coye smile.

"Ready for bed?" He asked.

"I wish I wasn't... I'd much rather stay awake and talk with both of you, perhaps even, ah... have a little more fun, b-but..."

"There's time for all that later," Shayla insisted, giving Dorothy a playful bop on the head after snapping her fingers and blowing out the candles. "Don't be stubborn. You said you've been restless these last few days, right?"

"Well, yes-"

"Shayla's right. If you want to try returning to work tomorrow, you need some sleep. It's already pretty late."

Dorothy smiled. "Is that an order, my hero?"

"If you want it to be," Coye gave her a quick kiss, filling Dorothy with immense happiness. The fact that these two cared for her as much as they did warmed her heart like nothing else could.

Maybe she really could get the rest she desperately needed if it was with Coye.

"Alright. Bedtime it is, then..."

Everyone repositioned themselves beneath the blankets, and they snuggled up together as they did. Rather than playing the role of a big spoon like she might've expected, Coye cuddled tightly to Dorothy's body, lying his head between her breasts. Dorothy didn't mind. It helped that she was tired, but truthfully, Coye could've done anything to her, and she wouldn't have complained. That was just how things were between them and how they would continue to be.

For now, though, it was time to rest.

"I love you, Dorothy..." Coye mumbled after a yawn. "You too, Shayla."

"Same, baby," Shayla returned the gesture, then buried herself further in Dorothy's hair, finding she enjoyed the scent. "G'night."

"I love you too, Coye..." Dorothy pulled him closer, her eyelids crashing together as they shut. Dorothy fell fast asleep there, feeling more at peace than ever before as she cuddled the boy she loved and his pixie nestled in her hair. Nothing could've stopped her from her long-awaited rest.

She had no burdens, cares, or even a single worry. Only comfort and dreams lay ahead.