Coye 6.25

Glad to have this one finished, it was the longest of the remaining chapters so the rest should be easy by comparison.

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Chapter 25 - Dorothy Plays with Coye

The excitement in that quaint little cabin was alive, palpable, and unbearable. Coye wanted to be touched, Dorothy wanted to touch him, and Shayla wanted to help both awkward idiots get what they desired. This would be an uphill battle if Dorothy was half as naive and innocent as Shayla believed her to be.

Nothing wrong with that, though. Trudging uphill was a breeze when you had wings.

"The next step should be pretty obvious, don't you think?" Shayla started. "You need to show him that surprise you mentioned, babe."

"Oh. Yes, I... I suppose that would make sense..." Dorothy nearly froze at the suggestion, already giving her teacher cause for concern.

"You're going to lock up a lot, aren't you?"

"Without question," Dorothy had the self-awareness to admit. "I hope you'll be patient..." she expressed despite knowing patience was a virtue ascribed to few pixies. To her relief, Shayla reached out and patted her on the cheek- saying nothing but giving a smile that betrayed her heart full of support.

"Would it make you more comfortable if I got undressed first?" Coye offered. Despite his current situation, he wasn't content with doing nothing while Dorothy struggled to make him happy. That and the prospect of stripping for Dorothy made him as excited as it did nervous.

Struggling to imagine what it would be like seeing Coye naked, Dorothy gave a predictable response. "I... I can't see how that would make me more comfortable, no..." she laughed. "But..."

"That doesn't mean you don't want to see him do it anyway, right?" Shayla grinned, earning another adorable meek nod from the inexperienced young woman. "There you have it, big guy. Give her a quick show, why don't you?"

"Sure thing," Coye's overexcitedness got the best of him, and he stood on his knees fast enough that it jostled him, bringing a momentary wince of pain to his face. Then, he undid his belt in a hurry and almost rushed straight ahead before Shayla called him out.

"Stop, stop, stop. You're going too fast, dummy! I get that this is your big moment to show the girl what you've got, but it'll be more effective if you slow down and tease her a little." Shayla wagged her finger. Just because she was helping Dorothy didn't mean she would cut him any slack if she noticed something he could do better. "You want this to go easier for Dorothy, don't you? Get her in the mood."

Coye blushed but was receptive to the feedback. "S-Sorry, Shayla. You're totally right."

Dorothy was staring at Coye's unbuckled belt, uncertain how she felt about it. She gulped, then expressed herself. "I, um... I don't know, I think I'm already fairly in the mood...?"

"Babe, gonna tell you the same shit I always tell Coye. You wanted my help, so let me do my thing."

Shayla's sternness activated the submissive instincts Dorothy had been cultivating as of late. Her power over her wasn't as strong as Coye's, but for someone Dorothy had just met, Shayla had a surprising amount of sway over her. Her experience comforted Dorothy, making her believe she knew what was best. That was precisely what she needed then, and she smiled softly.

"Okay. Thank you, Shayla."

"Gods, I'm gonna get a little too into this..." Shayla shivered from the power these two trusted her with, her easily-inflated ego nearly getting the best of her. "Anywaaaay... all eyes are on you, big guy."

Coye had one look at Dorothy and noticed Shayla was telling it like it was. Despite her expressed uncertainty, Shayla really did know better than Dorothy did about what she wanted. The way his boss looked at him like he was a piece of meat sent a pleasant chill down his spine. If Coye never got over the novelty of being sexually desired by Dorothy, it would be too soon. Everything was so much more tense and sexual, knowing he was doing it for her.

He wanted to give Dorothy what she yearned for, but the problem was he hadn't done much strip teasing. Nothing he was incredibly proud of, at least. As he often did when trying new things, Coye remembered the times when Byng and Suzette did whatever he aimed to emulate. Hyperconscious of the stares he was getting, Coye began to approximate what his lovers did for him. His belt gently falling to the floor, he slowly inched his tunic over his midriff and chest while running his opposite hand along his bare flesh- all without breaking eye contact with Dorothy, whose eyes widened at this intimate display.

His feminine form was unlike anything Dorothy could've prepared herself for. His sleek, half-elven body had no visible trace of his humanity- and he could've been mistaken for a girl if it weren't for the subtle masculine shapes of his anatomy obscured by girlish features. His somewhat broad shoulders and thin hips stood out all the more when viewing them like this for the first time, and the next thing she knew, his tunic was tossed to the side, and she could see him in all his beauty.

Dorothy was grateful for Eschal at that moment- there wasn't a trace of injury, and you'd never guess every bone in this stunning boy's body was broken only a few days prior. Coye's skin was without blemish, having no unnecessary fat or even a trace of body hair. Even though she knew what to expect, Dorothy couldn't help feeling a little jealous over how easy anyone with elven heritage had things. Her insecurities only lasted until her gaze trailed down his abdomen, finding those saucy lines of his which carved out his unmistakably manly pelvis.

Shayla shot Coye a look he immediately understood- no telepathic instructions were required. His hand brushing down his hip and finding the laced drawstrings of his silk trousers, he loosened it subtly as he stared into Dorothy's eyes with brimming sexuality.

"I've always wanted you to look at me like that, you know..." he said in barely more than a whisper.

"L-Like how?"

"The way I look at you."

"A-Ah..."

Coye pulled, his drawstring loosening fully as the knot was untied. They would've fallen if not for his erection inexplicably keeping them in place from the front view. He wore a pair of boxers beneath his trousers, but Dorothy was reacting as if he were naked. She gasped at the effectiveness of his teasing- made even worse when he slipped out of his trousers and was down to only his underwear. His cock was angled forward, meaning she couldn't get a glance at it, but it seemed so big and hard that it threatened to burst out.

"Doing okay there, Dorothy?" Shayla grinned, taking the chance to appreciate the awestruck expression on the poor girl's face.

"W-What? I- y-yes, I'm absolutely fine- I've just... never seen one before, t-that's all..." Dorothy rushed to excuse herself, but Shayla had other ideas.

"Well, you've waited this long. Why not a little longer? Play with yourself a little, baby. Give your new girlfriend a little preview." She made stroking gestures with her hand, which was all it took to rope Coye into following along with her idea.

"I think I can manage that," Coye made sure Dorothy watched closely as his hand reached down to the center of his boxers and grabbed his shaft through the fabric. Even going slow and methodical, he was sensitive. Just lightly stroking himself was enough to agitate his balls, but as he gave himself additional attention with every passing loop with his hand, the mounting pleasure proved more than worth it.

"Ahhh..." he gasped, bliss and the tiniest hint of acute pain escaping his throat.

"Oh, gods..." Dorothy replied, her breath labored and heavy. "Are you alright, Coye? It... it doesn't hurt, does it?"

"A little," he admitted. "But not very much. Mostly, it just feels really, really good..."

"Is that so...?"

"Yeah. Having you watch me like this is a huge turn-on."

"Ahaha..." Dorothy briefly looked to Shayla for advice, only to find she was cooking up another naughty idea.

"There's a way to make him feel even better, y'know. You don't even need to do anything special! Just tell Coye how much you like his body, babe."

Now there was a challenge. Dorothy gulped but decided she wouldn't back down. She could do this. She'd said much more embarrassing things tonight and likely would say much worse, so giving him some appreciation over his good looks seemed tame. However, the fact that he kept stroking himself off while waiting for her didn't help.

"O-Okay... um... I don't really know how to say this, but..." Dorothy's eyes traced up from his hand at work back to his body and then his face, taking in the redness of his cheeks and the open-mouthed expression he made at her. "Gods, I don't know how I didn't notice it sooner, but you're the cutest boy in all of Cransmere, and yet... 'cute' is only half the picture. You're, um... y-you're manly, too. It's harder to say, as it isn't evident at first glance, but it's there, just waiting to come out. The contrast between these two conflicting different sides of you is enough for a girl like me to lose herself in you, Coye..."

Whatever Shayla and Coye expected to come of her verbal commentary, it wasn't that. Though her embarrassed delivery necessitated the docking of a few points, Dorothy's words were profound and from the heart. Her adoration inspired him, his stroking gaining speed and causing him to fall to further lust. "Fuuuck-" he exhaled.

"Oh, no. I didn't make it worse, did I?"

"Making it worse is the point, silly girl. He liked it. Keep talking!"

"B-But... I don't know what else to say beyond that?"

"No? Why not tell Coye what you him to do, then?"

"W-What I want him to...?" At that, Dorothy's eyes focused even closer on Coye's bulge. She didn't even mean for it to happen, but Dorothy understood what she wanted to see at that moment. Now her problem was finding a way to express it that didn't leave her embarrassed.

Dorothy had never been so daring, but if Shayla was absolutely sure Coye would enjoy hearing her desires, then...

"I... I want you to keep stripping for me, Coye... I... I really want to see your... um... y-your p-"

Tossing her another freebie, Shayla suggested, "Don't use penis. Never penis. Go with cock."

"Ah?!" Dorothy grew hotter after the mention of such a word. It was something she'd never said before in that context, yet she instinctually understood why Shayla recommended doing so. The word just had enormous weight and gravitas to it that 'penis' and even 'dick' didn't possess. Going off the massive outline in his boxers, Coye's seemed to deserve such a fitting word.

He stared into her eyes, saying nothing as he continued to stroke and stroke. Coye was waiting for her, and she could taste how badly he wanted to hear her say it.

"P-Please..." Dorothy whimpered, voice wavering but her intentions true. "Show me your cock."

To think that one word could make someone feel like an entirely different person. Dorothy felt dirty once it passed her lips- sullied, but in the most intoxicating way. This sensation was almost as bad as how she felt when masturbating to the idea of Coye. Dorothy's lewdness threatened to consume her at the rate she was going, but she was diving straight in, refusing to look back.

"Can't say no to that..." Coye couldn't believe Shayla got her to say that but greatly appreciated that she did. He finally pulled the top of his boxers off, giving Dorothy a teasing glance at a few inches of his shaft before speeding up the gesture and stepping one leg out, revealing his naked body to her for the first time. He gasped as the cool air drifted onto his heated cock, but Coye was far from the only one who gasped.

"Oh, gods..."

Unable to believe what she was looking at, Dorothy marveled. Her mouth was slack as she stared at the monument to Coye's lust. The size stood out to her, as did the coloration. It looked as painful as it must've felt- his tip tinged purple and crying out for relief. Then, there was that curve of his that called out to her. Something about how it looked told Dorothy it would be the best thing in the world if he put it to good use and went to town on her, but that was getting much too ahead of herself.

"Is it always that big and, um... t-threatening?" Dorothy asked, glancing over to the side only to look back in under a second. She couldn't pull her eyes away.

"It gets bigger the more backed up it is, but for the most part, what you see is what you get..." Shayla teased, enjoying the twinkle of erotic fear and intrigue in the virgin's eyes. "Do you like it, babe?"

"Ah... how could I not...?" Dorothy trembled, body burning hotter the longer she stared. Coye's cock called out to her, drawing her closer without noticing. At first, she only craned her neck to get nearer, but then she scooted in.

Shayla didn't let up, sensing a chance to push the issue further. "Good girl. You know he's that hard because of you, right? Sure, there's the mana thingy, but I'm pretty sure it's mostly all you. Isn't that right, big guy?"

"Yeah..." Coye responded with a whine. His eyes shut tight as he rattled off another soft moan, at which point Dorothy noticed something. A thick trail of something or other dripped from his tip like a strand of drool. She knew what it was, but that didn't make its sudden appearance any less surprising.

The sight of his precum overwhelmed Dorothy to the point where her body started to shiver. Try as she might, she couldn't say a word. Letting Shayla stick around was the right call. Every time Dorothy locked up, her dedicated pixie tutor stepped up to guide the conversation along its natural and filthy path.

"Mn, would you look at that... somebody's excited for you, Dorothy. Isn't that exciting?"

"Yesss..." she exhaled, her voice hazy enough that it almost sounded like she was in a hypnotic daze.

"Well, I should certainly hope so. You're gonna be face to face with it pretty soon, and then it's gonna go inside you, remember?"

Dorothy's eyes widened and she actually moaned at his suggestion. "Oh, yes... that's right..."

"That is what you want to happen, right?" Shayla smirked. "If it's not, then-"

"W-Wait! You're not letting me talk!" Becoming anxious, Dorothy fought back despite herself. "I do want that to happen! I... I do! Really!"

"Fuck. You hear that, baby? This slutty little Guild Mistress of yours wants to get close up and personal with you and then she wants you to fucker with that fat cock of yours. Can you even imagine?"

The look on his face said that he very much could. Shayla's teasing was getting so overwhelming that Coye lost his strength and fell back onto the bed, letting go of his overly sensitive cock as it pulsed and throbbed for all to see. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...! You're making it so much worse with all this dirty talk!"

"Just keep getting yourself worked up, and I'll ensure you get taken care of. Got it?"

"Yes, Shayla..." Coye gritted his teeth and stroked his cock even harder. Not much relief was to be had because of its tenderness, but Dorothy would see to that soon if Shayla had her way.

Dorothy was overwhelmed by the sexuality of the moment as well as concerned over the pain he felt. "It doesn't always hurt him like this, does it...?"

"Nah, only when he's super backed up..." Shayla clarified. "Look at the poor guy, though. And not just the shaft, either! Look lower. Can you see how bad he needs it?"

Dorothy followed Shayla's direction and viewed Coye's balls- the source of all his current troubles. While far from an expert, Dorothy thought they seemed on the large side, maybe even slightly swollen. She fidgeted the longer she stared. "I do. His... um... his balls are..."

"They're just fucking packed with cum, Dorothy. Just fucking bursting, and every last drop of it is all for you! Not to temper your expectations too much, but you're practically looking at a pair of bottomless tanks."

"W-W-What?! No... no way. Even for a pixie dust user, t-that has to be an exaggeration!"

"Guess you'll find out as soon as you wiggle that cute little ass of yours a little closer and squeeze a couple loads out, won't you?" Shayla shrugged with mock indifference. "Before that, though... you need to follow his example and stop beating around the bush. In case you forgot, the point of his little show was to get you in the mood to do the same. Coye went to all that trouble to show off for you, isn't that right, baby? You want Dorothy to make things even, don't you?"

"Of course I do..." Coye replied without hesitation, giving Dorothy the impression he meant it with great seriousness.

"What's it gonna be, babe? Are you gonna strip and show him what he's been dying to see?"

"A-Ah..." cue the latest round of Dorothy's freezing up. There were countless things that her neurotic mind tried to make her say in that situation, but Dorothy knew what each and every one of them was. Excuses. If she vocalize even one of them, Shayla would swat them down as easily as someone could swat her with her hand. Even so, her self-consciousness pulled out on top this time, and she expressed a smidgen of doubt. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone, but... t-this is... I'm chubby, and... and not very cute, either, and-"

Shayla sighed and then rolled her eyes. She kept her sass to herself, but suffice it to say, she knew this wouldn't be easy. "Scoot closer to him."

"Um. Okay?" Dorothy found this follow-up request more reasonable, if seemingly out of nowhere. She did as she was told but felt threatened as soon as she arrived. Coye was now looking up at Dorothy expectantly, and she was so close that he swore she could feel the heat radiating from his erection. "N-Now what am I supposed to do...?"

"Oh, that? Nothing much. It's no big deal, really. I just want you to reach out and grab the base of his cock. Maybe you'll understand how cute you are after you get a feeling for it, y'know?"

Dorothy's eyelids spasmed, blinking rapidly. Her head felt all fuzzy, like she'd just had a stiff drink. It was difficult to hear anything of the sound of her beating heart.

"I... ah... oh, dear... I don't know if I can just... that would be-" again, her compliance worked against her. Dorothy was already inching her trembling hand toward its target. It went slowly, and she didn't get very far, but at least she was trying on a subconscious level.

"Please do as she says..." Coye pleaded, his hips bucking upward as soon as he stopped stroking. "I need it really bad. I need you really bad, Dorothy...!"

"M-Me...?" Dorothy almost bit her tongue.

"Yes! I don't know how to say it, just... yes!" The poor boy clenched his eyes shut tight, the anticipation affecting him deeply.

Dorothy watched as the stream of his precum thickly drizzled onto the sheets, shocked at what she was mentally preparing herself to do. This time consciously, she lifted her hand and lowered it to his shaft. Coye wanted this. Her boyfriend wanted this. It was the most embarrassing thing she'd ever done, but she was getting all the positive feedback she needed to encourage her into further action.

"That's it, babe. Almost there..." Shayla was busying herself with giving Dorothy a constant stream of reassuring shoulder rubs with her tiny hands. "Just grab and stroke. You hear me? Grab and stroke. Once time is enough. I promise you can do it, Dorothy. Say it with me! I can do this."

"I can do this..." Dorothy affirmed herself, hand closing in.

"Good, good! Just a little bit more- open your hand up and firmly grasp it, aaaaaand-"

"AHN!"

"Hwaa?!" Dorothy yelped as her sweaty hand tightened into a fist around Coye's pulsating cock. In the literal sense of the word, it was astonishingly hot. So much so that she wondered if it would burn her hand. Forcing herself to open her eyes, Dorothy verified that what she held in her hands was indeed Coye's erection, not an iron tube pulled straight from the forge.

The sight of her hand on his sensitive flesh was far from the only remarkable vision before Dorothy's eyes. Soon after, she looked at Coye's face and saw a blissful reality awaiting her. His mouth was open wide, his eyes shut, and the poor thing looked drunk. He appeared cuter than she'd ever seen him, and she hadn't even done anything to him yet.

Then, Coye throbbed in her hand. This burning thing she held was part of him- and it was alive. The drool spouting from the tip now puddled on her wrist, his cock continuing to writhe in her grip. That was when she remembered she was supposed to stroke it.

If Coye already felt so good simply from being held... then... what would stroking him be like?

"Ahh! Dorothy!!" He moaned heavily the moment she decided to find out.

"I'm sorry..." Dorothy exhaled but gave him another stroke despite her concerns. "This isn't hurting you, is it?"

"No, not at all...! So good... amazing, even! I just can't believe you're actually touching me!! I've wanted this for so long- wanted you for so long- and- ahhhh...!!" Coye trailed off. Attempting to ride out his pleasure and express himself simultaneously was impossible, so he stopped trying after a certain point.

"Well?" Shayla raised her voice, reminding Dorothy of her presence.

Everything all snapped into place.

"I... I think I understand now..."

"Do you?"

"Yes..." Dorothy's nervousness broke long enough for her to smile. With another stroke of his hard, hot cock, she confidently repeated, "I did this."

"You sure did," her playful tutor agreed, approving her student's progress. "You made him that hard, and who knows how many other hard-ons you've given him over the years? Didn't you say you've had naughty dreams about sweet little Dorothy before, baby?"

"N-Not that often!" Coye shucked them both by proving cognizant enough to defend himself. "B-But... m-more than once, I guess...?"

"No kidding..." Dorothy wondered. It was surreal to imagine how her favorite adventurer had wet dreams about her. Surreal, and flattering- if only because it was him.

"So no more doubts, I take it?" Shayla asked.

"Not enough that I can't ignore them..." Dorothy admitted.

"Then why don't you show Coye what he's been dreaming of?"

Dorothy took a deep and long breath to steady her nerves. She had even less experience with stripping for an audience than Coye did, which was obviously known it all. If she'd asked Shayla for some tips, she might've been able to pull off a little something, but for as helpful as the pixie was, Dorothy didn't want to overly rely on her more than she had to. It wasn't because she didn't want to burden Shayla, but because she wished to show Coye she was trying her best for him as often as possible.

Much as it pained her to do so, Dorothy let go of Coye's cock and missed it the second it was gone from her grasp. An upsetting sacrifice, but one that had to be made. It was alright. What she was about to do would make it up to him.

Dorothy's hand found the top of her white, black frilled thigh-highs. She dug her finger into the band and inched the garment down her meaty thigh's creamy, pale expanse. Given how she typically wore dark stockings and baggy shorts, Coye had never seen that part of her before, and if he wasn't already drooling, such an appealing sight would've made him start. She looked so soft because of all her extra padding, and he already imagined what it would be like to feel those thighs in so many ways.

The fact that Coye was staring at her the way she did proved gratifying. It gave her extra courage, getting her to peel her stocking off past the knee and then finally down to her ankle, exposing her entire leg to him. Though the act was innocent in the grand scheme of things, it felt sinfully scandalous to the naive woman. What Dorothy needed was encouragement, and she was slowly becoming self-aware enough about how she should go about getting it for herself.

Running her hand down her thigh in a way meant to appear sensual, Dorothy asked Coye in a low voice, "T-There... I know it's not much, but... it's a start. Do you, um, happen to like what you see, perhaps...?"

"You're so fucking hot," Coye responded on a primal level, barely even conscious of what he was saying.

His honesty gave Dorothy the validation she craved, and Shayla was proud of her protégé for figuring that one out on her own. "I bet he'd like it even more if you kept going. Wouldn't you, baby?"

"I can hardly think right now," he complained. "I'm running out of ways to say yes..."

Dorothy had herself an adorable giggle at that, then grinned. "Let me help you, then. Don't worry about a thing, Coye. Just, ah... enjoy the show..." the show only consisted of Dorothy stripping off the opposite stocking, but Coye was enraptured all the same. He was so turned on by the sight of so much of his beloved Dorothy's pale skin that resisting the urge to grab himself in stroke again was impossible.

"Fuck... I want those so bad..."

Innocent as ever, Dorothy tilted her head in confusion. "You... um... you want my legs? H-How is that supposed to work?"

"Your thighs," Coye clarified, his stroking intensified. "I want those plump, juicy thighs wrapped around both sides of my face, squeezing me tight... I want to kiss and bite them... to shove my cock between them, I- fuck- there's so much I want, Dorothy...!"

He what?

Dorothy started breathing at a rapid pace. Biting her thighs? Squeezing his face? Shoving his thing between them? She looked at the pixie on her shoulder, her face flushed and desperate. "W-What does he mean by that?!"

"It means that chubbiness you're so self-conscious about is gonna lead to some nice thigh-fucking action one of these days," Shayla innocently fluttered her long lashes at the overwhelmed girl, smiling all the while. "Just wait and see."

"I... I have no frame of reference for what any of that is supposed to mean..."

"The short version is you're going to make him very happy. Isn't that all that matters?"

Dorothy didn't even need to think to know the answer to that question. "Yes... yes, that's right. If it made Coye happy, I would do anything." She exhaled dreamily.

"Yeah? You can start by finishing what you started, then. That'd make him pretty happy."

Stripping down the rest of the way wasn't as imposing of an idea as before, but if she went any further, it would ruin the surprise beneath. Dorothy figured it'd be better to take her skirt and top off at the same time to not give away the surprise. "Sounds like a good idea, but... um... Coye, would you mind closing your eyes for a moment and promising not to peek?"

"Sure. Anything you want." Coye claimed, though Shayla knew a liar when she saw one. Taking preventative measures, she levitated one of the pillows and forced it over his face, causing him to complain with a muffled, "H-Hey!"

"Just holding you to your word, big guy," she teased, then gave Dorothy a reassuring nod.

Thankful for the help, Dorothy nervously undid her bowtie and went down button after button of her fancy white tank top under the watchful eye of the fairy. It was easier knowing that Coye couldn't see her, even if Shayla was staring enough to make up for it. As the buttons came halfway undone, her sizable breasts were freed from the confines of her top, revealing the surprise.

"Oh, damn! Not bad at all." Shayla approved, spiking Coye's interest.

"You really think so? I thought it was a bit much, personally, but..."

"Nonsense, he's gonna love it."

"Does that mean I can look yet?"

"Patience!" Shayla hissed, only for several moments of silence to follow afterward. When Dorothy suddenly gasped out of nowhere, Coye correctly assumed that Shayla had sent her a telepathic message with secretive intentions.

"B-But... gods, that would be so embarrassing...!"

"Would it really be that bad, though? Pretty sure you were saying similar junk the other day, and that was when you were in front of the whole Guild."

"Well, yes, but it would be a thousand times worse in this context!"

"So what, are you not even gonna try?"

"...No," Dorothy sighed. "I'll try."

"You guys are making all this waiting really hard, you know..." Coye grumbled impatiently. He waited for a catty callback from his pixie, but all that came was the sensation of Dorothy shifting around on the bed. Blindness only made him more excited for whatever was coming, and what little patience remained in him threatened to snap.

Right before it came to that, Dorothy gave him the go-ahead he'd been desperate for.

"O-Okay, you can look now..."

Coye ripped the pillow from his face like a child unwrapping a present, eager to see the long-hyped-up surprise. He saw Dorothy sitting on her knees, her hands resting demurely above her breasts as she presented herself to him. Beneath her outfit, she'd been wearing a lush green babydoll with a sheer, white-frilled skirt reaching her upper thighs the entire night. Through the transparent material, Coye could see a pair of dark green panties with a cute bow at the center of its design covering her loins, a few wisps of black pubic hair peeking out over the top.

While not as extravagant as some of the lingerie he'd seen in his sexual misadventures until that point, Coye was overwhelmed by how perfect it looked on her. The baby doll was tasteful, reserved yet inarguably erotic, leaving little to the imagination despite how much its hefty bra cups still covered. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but the impression it gave Coye screamed, 'I might be shy about it, but I'm ready to do absolutely anything and everything you want me to'.

Before he dared to open his mouth and mumble something incoherent about Dorothy's beauty, she lowered her head and repeated after Shayla. "I'm sorry this took me so long, b-but... I... I promise everything will be okay from now on, and you'll never be left wanting again. I'm here to serve my beloved hero's every last desire, to s-service him... and... a-and... oh dear-"

"C'mon, say it!" Shayla whispered. "You gonna say the whole thing!"

Somehow, Dorothy doubted that... but as much as she hesitated, it's not like she didn't want to delve into the dirty talk. Especially not if Coye liked it as much as Shayla insisted.

"And to become his... his p-personal... b-ball-draining cocksleeve, because that's what my hero deserves!!" Dorothy's voice was barely a squeak by the time she was done, her eyes shut as if that could somehow make it any less embarrassing. When she finally gathered the courage to see how her line delivery landed, Dorothy discovered it was every bit as effective as the pixie said it would be.

More, even.

Coye's mouth hung wider than before, his eyes glazed with abject obsession. Down below, his cock was constantly throbbing and so painfully erect he could scarcely function. Doubt crept over Dorothy's mind. Unless the goal was to turn him into a drooling goon, this didn't seem to be helping Coye all that much... but goddesses above and below did Dorothy love what she saw.

"I... I don't even... Dorothy... I-"

The lingerie was already pushing it, but that filthy level of dirty talk coming from someone as sweet and wholesome as his favorite Guild Mistress? Coye's strength surged, and he was close to getting up and jumping her if it weren't for Shayla preemptively flashing a warning round of sparkling fairy fireworks a few inches from his face the moment she read his intentions.

"No touching! What was the point of all that dominating training if you're just gonna lose to your impulses, huh? Why do you think I'm edging this out so long? I'm trying to get you so worked up that you'll shoot buckets when you go off!" Shayla chastised. The slow and deliberate ramping up of things was also helping Dorothy acclimate to lewd activities, so she had to be sure to reign Coye in. "You want to get to the main event faster, right?"

"Yes-" Coye winced.

"You wanna put this new cocksleeve of yours to good use?"

"YES!"

"Then why don't you show her some of that self-control you've been practicing, baby? You heard Dorothy, didn't you? She's here to serve. Might as well tell her what to do. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Shayla glanced sideways at her charge, who was eating everything about this up just as much as Coye was.

Dorothy loved the degradation, the dirtiness, the servitude, and the emphasis on the word 'hero'. No amount of embarrassment could hide her desires, and she quickly established as much. "Y-Yes, I think I would... while I can't promise I'll be all that good at it, I... I consider myself someone who learns fairly fast, and whenever I lack experience, I've always made up for it in dedication and enthusiasm, s-so... um... gods, please, just tell me what to do...!!"

She was grinding her thighs together. Trembling. Breathing hard.

It took every ounce of restraint Coye had to remember he needed to start small. Commanding she get on top of him and impale herself on his cock might've been the most tempting thought he'd ever had, but he was so aroused that anything would suffice. Without hesitation, Coye spread open his legs, scooted closer to Dorothy, and groaned as his balls shifted momentarily until settling.

"Get to work," he huffed, barely coherent.

Once again, Dorothy's everything was enraptured by the presence of Coye's cock. 'Get to work' was as vague as vague could be, sending her spiraling into her imagination's depths. While that had its benefits, giving Dorothy such free reign only stifled her determination. She couldn't figure out how to interpret his command.

Picking up on this problem as quickly as all the others, Shayla pointed him in the right direction. "Specifics, Coye. Dorothy has no idea what she's doing. You gotta tell her what you want- just keep it to foreplay!"

"T-That, um... that would be helpful..." Dorothy agreed with a meek nod. "I have no idea how I'm supposed to please you, so... ah, well... any solid direction you give me would go a long way..."

Expecting him to pick just one of the endless ideas in his head was a tall ask. Thankfully, his arousal made him focus on the most straightforward answer. "Come on and use your hand again like before, then...?"

Shayla was tempted to tease him for being uncreative but figured he was on the right path. The simpler, the better.

"Yes, Coye..." Dorothy exhaled. Taking his cock in her hand for the second time was easier than the first. She closed the distance between them, grasping him with increased confidence. Just as before, Coye seemed thrilled to be touched, even in a minor way- especially after she started stroking his length.

Still, Dorothy couldn't help feeling there was room for improvement. Just because it felt good for him didn't mean it couldn't feel even better. "Is there any special way I should be doing this?" Dorothy asked the pixie as she jerked. "I want Coye to feel as good as he can, so..."

"Yeah, my size makes it so I'm not the be-all-end-all authority on handjobs, but the basics are the same as any other sexual act. Experiment. Study. Adapt. Long as you remember those three things, you should be good to go on just about anything. Try new things, watch how he responds to them, and if he likes them, start working them into your routine- easy as that!"

"Experiment... study... adapt..." Dorothy internalized Shayla's words with immense gratitude. If the basics were really so simple, there was no way she could mess this up. Testing the advice, Dorothy worked in a spiraling hand gesture on her downward stroke and delighted in the moan it summoned forth from Coye's lips. "I see. Thank you, Shayla! Maybe this won't be so hard after all, ahaha?"

"There's no need to thank me, focus! It won't take much to set him off, so you gotta pay him your full attention."

"Oh. Is that true, Coye?" Dorothy teased him a little further, running her hand up and down his shaft at a leisurely pace while studying every last reaction he made. "Do you like this?"

"Like you wouldn't believe..." Coye whimpered, his hardness telling it like it was. Every other second was punctuated by incessantly throbbing or losing even more precum from his sensitive tip.

"And the pain? Am I being gentle enough for you?"

"Yeah, it's not bad at all..."

"Good," Dorothy giggled. "I'm happy for you."

She was getting more into it. Dorothy continued following Shayla's advice, and even without a frame of reference to work from, she figured out many common handjob techniques on her own. She switched hands occasionally, mixed in playful rubs of his inner thighs and groin, gently teased him with her fingertips, and even went as far as taking his cock in both hands and stroking him that way.

As far as the whole studying thing went, it was hard to know which of these Coye liked the most when his reaction to everything was a drooling, childish grin. That had its own charm, though. Dorothy loved watching the results of her service, and the longer she went on, the more dedicated to his worship she became.

"I'll make everything better for you, my poor sweet hero..." Dorothy muttered sweetly under her breath.

"Oh, fuck-" Coye responded harder than any of her tricks, arching his back and falling to the point where he had to prop himself up with his elbows. His reaction startled Dorothy and almost made her pause her routine, but Shayla quickly told her to capitalize on it.

"That's good stuff right there. Keep it up!"

"W-What do you mean, specifically? Keep what up?"

"The dirty talk, obviously! Something you need to hammer into your head is that being sexy isn't just about what you do, how you look, or even what you do to his cock. It's just as much about what you say, so get creative!" Shayla put her all into pepping Dorothy up, which worked like a charm.

Dirty talk, huh? That certainly sounded like it might level the playing field, but... no, doubts would only hold her back. She didn't need to second guess herself, not when she could ask Coye and find out.

"Is that true? Do you, um... do you like it when I talk to you like that...?"

"So fucking much..." Coye confirmed with a deep moan. "But you should try it out some more just to be on the safe side." His honesty charmed Dorothy as ever, encouraging her just enough to take things farther. Grabbing his cock tighter and pumping harder, she gave him an even sweeter smile.

"If that's what you want, then say no more... I'll show you just how well I can serve my precious hero," she whispered, going to work. As she continued stroking, her sexual mentality continued to evolve. Whereas all the other girls in his life found power and self-confidence in the submissive way Coye responded to their affections, Dorothy felt good simply by virtue of making him feel good.

Validation threatened to prove more addicting than RealMonster cards.

"Let me take care of absolutely everything... I may not have any experience, but I'll make it up to you by giving my all, Coye. You're everything to me. My beloved hero. Mine..." Dorothy's voice was sweet as it reached an increasingly lower tone. Her dirty talk was pretty far off the mark regarding dirtiness, but it was even more effective than it would've been otherwise because it was so sincere and from the heart. "If there's anything I can do for you, anything that will help you take the edge off just a little bit faster... all you need to do is say the word, and I'll devote everything I have into giving you what you want..."

"Gods-" Coye gritted his teeth, trembling. "Anything?"

"Anything." There wasn't a hint of naughtiness in her response, only the reassuring comfort of her sweet voice and the gentle smile she gave him. Coye didn't even have anything specific that he wanted, but the mere knowledge of Dorothy's willingness to please him however he wanted excited him. "Are you almost there, my hero? How much longer do you think you'll last?"

"Can't be that much longer," Shayla assumed. "Once he gets into the swing of things, his stamina is usually pretty great, but he always cums pretty fast for his first shot or two. On that topic, he loves getting teased about how fast he cums..."

"T-That's not true. She's lying about that one!" Coye claimed as he whined loudly, excitement betraying him. If it didn't have a measure of truth to it, surely he wouldn't be throbbing half as hard as he was... still, Dorothy had no plans to tease him over anything like that. She wasn't that kind of girl.

"Silly boy," Dorothy smiled as her opposite hand grasped the upper half of his shaft, holding him without moving for a moment and taking in his warmth before stroking him in tandem. "There's no shame in letting go, Coye. It's my duty to make sure you do, isn't it? I have to soothe you after each and every one of your adventures, to drain you and treat you like the hero you are... you've earned this. It doesn't matter how fast you... ah, you cum... no, all that matters is that you're happy and feeling good. Can you do that for me, Coye? Can you feel even better for me?"

"A-Ahhh, I think we're about to find out...!" The aching in Coye's tight balls was agitated by Dorothy's hands and even more so by her gentle voice. She might've lacked experience, but how she made up for it with her role-playing was unparalleled. Nobody else could do what she was doing better than she could, even if she didn't know it.

Because of how hard she'd been studying him, Dorothy became increasingly knowledgeable about her voice's effectiveness. It pushed her into further utilizing it, but she knew she couldn't slack on her handjob, either. A thought occurred to her as she saw how his heavy sack kept pulsing and bulging with need.

Would Coye feel even better if she touched him there, too? She didn't know, but it seemed likely, and there was a persistent voice in the back of her mind telling her to explore. To find out what Coye liked. To double down on her findings and serve him with everything she had.

Coye only needed a little bit more of a push to get him off, so Dorothy figured she had nothing to lose...

Cautiously, she tested the sensitivity of his swollen orbs by taking her lower hand and lightly brushing her fingertips against them. Dorothy could tell they were huge and thick even after a light touch- almost unbelievably so. Shayla wasn't kidding- those things must've been packed. Then came reassurance that she was on the right track. Coye moaned as she rubbed his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

He liked it! Good. Back to the voice, then.

"These poor, pitiable things... how do you even manage to walk around with these, my sweet hero? Aren't they just begging to empty themselves?" Dorothy asked, punctuating it with the lightest of squeezes. The reaction was immediate, and Coye could no longer keep himself propped up by his elbows- his head fell back on the bed behind him.

As Coye muttered off a series of incoherent sounds of approval, Shayla had to give the girl some credit. "You know, Dorothy. You're even more cut out for this than I thought you'd be."

"I, ah... I don't know about any of that. I just want to make him feel good..." Dorothy blushed at such high praise.

"Yeah, I know. That's why you're so good at it. You should lean into it even harder, though. All this stuff about serving him and all your submissive role-play- the more you embody that, the better it'll be for him. I guarantee it!" That, and Shayla was curious just how far Dorothy was willing to humble herself for the sake of pleasuring Coye.

"Is that so? Well, I suppose I'll try my best..." Dorothy hadn't been led astray by Shayla thus far, so she saw no reason not to run with it. Between increasingly fast strokes, she'd continually rub his balls and squeeze them occasionally with an almost unnoticeable amount of pressure that felt perfect on his aching tightness. Everything she did drew more adorable noises from the equally cute boy, and Dorothy intended to bring this home.

This was going to be a long one, so she mentally prepared herself with a deep breath before starting.

"So close, Coye... you're getting so close! Leave it to me. Just close your eyes, empty your head, and let me empty your balls..." Dorothy's amateur handjob continued through her speech, but it was leaving the realm of amateur more and more with every passing moment. Her true nature unraveled as she spoke, words pouring out of her like someone ripped off a muzzle she didn't even know was there.

"You're such an amazing adventure, Coye. My little hero. Do you have any idea how lucky I am knowing I have the chance to serve such... such an impressive cock like yours? And the size of these-" Dorothy pressed a thumb into each testicle- again, not too harsh- and watched him arch his back even further. "You should've told me so much sooner. We could've been doing this for weeks. I would've, you know... it... it might've taken me a while to come to terms with things, b-but... if it was for you I have no doubt what I would've done sooner or later. You're special to me. You always have been- always will be- and I would've done anything to help you... not that it would've done much. I mean... a heroic, unrivaled cock like this? Gods. For the life of me, I can't even fathom how many women it would take to fully drain you."

"If he even can be fully drained," Shayla postured. "Suzette and Byng have tried their hardest, but he just keeps going and going..."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Dorothy cooed, taking advantage of Shayla's interjection to heap on further praise. "This is my hero we're talking about. Everyone knows that any true hero worth their salt is insatiably lusty, isn't that right? Mmmmm... I'm so blessed to have the honor of giving you the worship you deserve, Coye... I didn't know it would be this much fun, I-" Dorothy snapped out of her trance long enough to realize the state he was in. "Um. Coye?"

He'd reached that special plane of reality one only achieves when on the precipice of a monumental orgasm. Coye was virtually brainless. The woman he'd loved for so long was jerking him off as if she were born to do it- on top of showering him with more praise than he ever had in his entire life. Dorothy was lucky he wasn't far gone enough that he didn't try to warn her first, at least.

"Dorothy- Ah-Aahh...! Al... most...!!" Coye was so incoherent she could barely understand him.

The reality of what was about to happen dawned on her, and another moment of inexperience cropped up. She looked at her temporary advice pixie, asking, "He said he's almost there. W-What do I do?"

"You don't need me to tell you that- you finish him off, silly!"

Y-Yes, but-"

"No buts! Just keep doing what you're doing, and don't stop. You hear me? Even when he goes off... don't... stop! You'll ruin it if you do, so don't get startled!"

"I-I um, I don't want to ruin it, so I'll do my best! Coye..."

Ramping up her efforts, Dorothy squeezed his balls and stroked with everything she had. Less concerned about his pain, she forced herself to go faster, hoping to push him over the edge, which felt like a long time coming for someone who supposedly came as fast as Shayla claimed he did.

"Let everything out for me, my hero! You're so close, so don't even try and hold back anymore! Give it to me! Give me every last drop of that... that red-hot boiling cum you've got inside you! Please! Shoot out all of your feelings for me, and let me make everything up to you! Cum for me, Coye... please... please, please, please, cum...! Cum! I- AH?!"

Insensate to anything beyond his pleasure, Coye lost any remaining composure and gave in to Dorothy's efforts. The joy of his orgasm was immense, gratifying, and all-consuming. As shot after shot began barreling out of him, Coye shouted his appreciation.

"Dorothy!! A-Ahhh!! I-I love you! I love you so much!!" He wailed, whimpering and throbbing.

Dorothy let out a loud yelp as the first blast blew forth from his urethra- so big, thick, and lengthy that it didn't match up with a single thing she'd ever heard about sex. She'd promised Shayla she wouldn't get surprised and stop, but that was harder than she thought. The volume and intensity brought about a moment's worth of hesitation, but letting it get to her would be as good as admitting defeat.

"I... I love you too, Coye...!" She willed herself to respond, refusing to be brought down. As she did, Coye's spasming cock started emptying itself all over the place. Drenching her face, splashing against her thick glasses, splattering all over her hair- nowhere was safe. Stray shots exploded onto her chest, painting it white as his sexual fluids pooled into the expanse of her cleavage, filling Dorothy's breasts with warmth from within.

"Goodness..." Dorothy exhaled in between shots. This was starting to get gratuitous, and even Shayla thought as much.

"This is crazy..." she muttered, dodging a shot nearly nailing her square in the face. "Sure, it's only a little more than usual, but I still don't think I've ever seen him cum this hard before... anything to say for yourself, big guy? You weren't lying when you said you loved all of us equally, were you?" Her teasing struck a chord with him, making Coye whimper.

"No...!" He insisted, his climax finally dwindling after what felt like an eternity. "I would never lie about that! It's... it's just the Sylvan Shift thing mixed with being excited to do this with Dorothy!"

"Uh-huh, sure..." Shayla smirked, letting him worry over whether or not she believed him.

"It's so hard to believe all this was because of me..." Dorothy thought in disbelief, letting go of Coye's cock to look down at her cum-covered hands through the lenses of her cum-covered glasses. Regardless of whether she could believe it, the truth was splattered over her like someone dumped a bucket of hot white evidence over her head.

Gods, it was all so fun and exciting... no wonder Coye was so addicted.

Dorothy was immensely turned on, but she began a skilled round of aftercare as soon as her derealization cleared up. She smiled gently down at Coye, continuing her praise. "I'm so proud of you, my precious hero... you shot so much. I hope you're feeling a little better now?"

Despite sweating up a storm and fighting for every gasp of air he could suck down, Coye was smiling with all he had. "A lot better, yeah... it was everything I ever wanted and so much more..."

"It was just a handjob," Shayla rolled her eyes with a teasing smile.

"Doesn't mean it wasn't incredible. Thank you so much, Dorothy... I love you..."

Dorothy hoped she would never get used to hearing those words. The way they made her heart beat like crazy each time was thrilling whenever he said them. "And I love you, Coye. My hero."

They lovingly stared at each other for several moments until a question came to mind, and she asked Shayla for guidance. "You said that we should have two or three rounds of, um... of foreplay. Is that really still necessary after how hard he came?"

"Oh, you sweet, innocent little thing, you. Why don't you see for yourself?" Shayla pointed her finger down towards the boy's cock. Dorothy's eyes widened when she witnessed how it remained mind-numbingly hard despite all her best efforts.

"Goddesses above and below," she gaped her mouth. Some of the purple coloration faded, but aside from all the semen coating her body, that was the only evidence they'd even done anything.

"I'd recommend you try and make it maybe a notch less purple, but that's just me..." Shayla shrugged.

"Sorry..." Coye offered weakly.

"No, no, it's just... biologically speaking, t-that shouldn't be-"

Rationality caught up with her, and Dorothy shook her head. Coye's biology was shifting, making him resemble a male pixie in certain ways. Remembering that helped her center herself. His body's semen and sperm production was magical, plain and simple. The how and why didn't matter. All that did was helping him squeeze the rest out.

Shayla grinned, picking up on where her thoughts were. "You get it now?"

"Yes..." Dorothy swallowed and nodded her head. "I'm ready for more, Coye. Are you?"

As if she even had to ask.