Coye Vol 2 Ch. 10

Gonna start a new RotGM chapter, even though I wanna keep working on Coye lmao.

Please let me know what you thought of this one, as it was very difficult and required two rewrites and it's ultimately a filler that reveals a lot of new stuff about Shayla so I'm worried about how it flows.

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What Shayla found early on during her impromptu expedition was nothing short of lame. Starting in the nearby bedroom closet, the Pixie got straight to work, opening the door and flying right in in the hopes of discovery.

Anything would do, so long as it alleviated her boredom. The things she wanted most were pranking opportunities, entertaining skeletons, or scandalous secrets.

Yet, to Shayla’s utter disappointment, not a one these could be found in abundance where she began her search. Really, all she could see inside the closet was an extensive collection of black and purple dresses, and the fact that Suzette liked to dress nicely was anything but a scandalous secret.

‘Man, she’s got so many of these... I’m kinda jealous, actually. These have gotta look amazing on that bitching body of hers.’ Shayla thought as she scanned the wide assortment of fancy attire. Not considering herself able to pull off dresses well, she always envied the other Fairies she’d met who could pull off the look, what with being more of a tomboy at heart.

‘Guess this is where all her money goes? I mean, it sure as shit doesn’t go toward nice furniture or proper lighting, that’s for sure... eh, at least she’s got good taste.’

Suzette’s collection was made up of around fifteen different dresses, all extravagant in a myriad of ways yet equally beautiful. There was one crucial distinction between them as far as Shayla could tell, and it was one she wasn’t too happy about.

Some of them were sluttier than others.

These dresses in particular were all ones that were similar to the one Suzette wore today, in that they all had really low-cut necklines which would expose the widow’s massive cleavage when donned.

There were fewer of these than dresses with standard necklines, which irked the Pixie to no end.

‘This won’t do,’ Shayla clicked her tongue and readied herself for what had to come next. ‘I’ve got no choice but to step in. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be needing any of these stuffy old things anymore, will you? Not now that you’ve got a cute little man around the house to keep interested.’

With only a snap of her fingers, the mischievous Fae began her first ‘prank’ of the night.

Subtle stirrings of magic in the air concentrated on the fabric of each conservative dress one by one, warping and tailoring them until each was refitted to the point they would all share a uniform neckline. That is to say, each dress would now show a large amount of bare titty henceforth.

Shayla was pleased with her alterations, setting her hands on her hip as she admired the end result. ‘Oh yeah, those are gonna look real nice on her. No doubt about that.’

Her smile faded as she realized that this hardly qualified as a prank. At best, Suzette would be confuddled upon discovery but would otherwise go on with her day, and at worse, she would just accept it and treat it as an act of providence from the divine.

‘Whatever, not like it’s a big deal or anything...’ Shayla shrugged. ‘I’m sure I’ll find something else to fuck up.’

Already her glowing eyes were scanning the rest of the closet for anything else she might have missed, and it was then that Shayla took notice of three boxes hidden in the very back of the closet behind one of the dresses.

‘Probably just some of her dead husband’s crap,’ she lowered her expectations to keep herself in check but flew over to check it out anyway, hoping to be proved wrong.

Cracking open the wooden lids with her magic, Shayla peered inside and gave a skeptic once-over at the contents.

While there was nothing that looked like it belonged to her husband, the three crates at least provided something that took Shayla by a small amount of surprise. Within were more pieces of Suzette’s clothing, but they were a far cry from the sort of thing she liked to wear nowadays.

These rags were nothing short of insulting- hideous, even- and their sight shook Shayla to her tiny core.

‘What the fuck...?!’ She recoiled the more she glared at them, envisioning what the busty proprietress would look like when wearing these clothes.

Shayla had somewhat of an eye for fashion, which is why she felt the need to speak up about what Coye wore earlier in the day. While knowing nothing of trends in the human world, she had a deep understanding of what she personally thought looked good or not.

She would occasionally use her magic to create garments for herself out of the grass and any other materials she could get her little hands on, the outfit she’d been wearing since meeting Coye being one such example.

This personal interest was why she took the sight of them as a direct insult, as Shayla knew without a shred of doubt that every last garment in these boxes would look horrendous on someone as beautiful as Suzette.

‘How in all the Realms is a girl supposed to strut her stuff wearing trash like this?!’ Shayla wondered in horror, her internal monologue sounding offended, even outraged.

There were frumpy sweaters, blouses many times too big, bulky skirts that would hide Suzette’s curves, and more items of undesirable quality.

Destruction was the only fate that befitted them, Shayla wasted no time determining.

Listing one garment up with her low-level telekinesis and shredding it into mere scraps of fabric, she began to first revert these monstrosities into base materials. Shayla set out to work on a task more complicated than altering necklines out of these pieces of shredded fabric.

She started to work on a set of casual clothing that would look much nicer on Suzette.

It wasn’t anything special as there wasn’t time to experiment with complicated designs and ornamental flourishes. Still, everything Shayla made was a hell of a lot better than whatever it was in its past life.

There were now tight-fitting blouses, open-backed tops, sweaters of a more exotic persuasion, short skirts, and low-cut dresses in place of the distasteful raiments which Shayla had already expunged from her memory.

‘That’ll show her,’ Shayla snickered as she folded the new outfits, leaving them on top of the shelf where they would be visible the next time Suzette opened the closet.

It had been a while since Shayla made any new clothes for herself, but she thought she did pretty well, considering this was the first time she made anything big enough for humans.

‘Maybe if I get better, I could try making Coye some new clothes some time?’ Coye had gotten himself laid while wearing that dopey-looking crab shirt, but she still wanted to dress him a little nicer if she could help it.

The only problem was that she didn’t know a thing about making men’s clothes.

‘Then again, maybe I don’t have to...?’ The Pixie took another glance at one of the short skirts she had created, grinning like a pervy old man at the possibility of seeing her cute boy wear such a thing.

‘Yeah, right...’ Shayla shrugged it off, knowing when to be realistic. ‘There’s no way I could get him to agree to that. He sure would look cute in a skirt, though.’

Finished with her design work and ready to move on, Shayla left the closet and headed off to the only other thing in the bedroom which might hold something of interest- Suzette’s wardrobe.

Again, Shayla was met with disappointment.

This was where Suzette kept all of her intimate apparel, and it left a lot to be desired.

‘Yeesh, no wonder she changed into that bathrobe and didn’t let him see her undies...’ Shayla thought as she looked upon Suzette’s stash with disapproving eyes.

For as much stock as the widow put into all of her fancy dresses, Suzette’s taste in bras and panties was pathetic. It seems that when the woman decided to start dressing nicer, the mandate didn’t get passed on to the woman’s nethers.

Shayla clicked her tongue and shook her head, her forehead finding its way into her palm. ‘What the hell was Suzette expecting to do if Coye ever did get horny enough to jump her? This kind of crap would send even a Tentacled Gropester running...’

Suzette’s panties were horrid things, oversized and baggy enough to stop a river from flooding, and her bras looked like gigantic frumpy slings that could be used to hurl boulders during a castle siege. Worse than their unflattering designs, every garment was a uniform white, beige, or gray.

Nothing here could be saved whatsoever, so Shayla did her thing a second time around and reincarnated Suzette’s wardrobe’s contents into skimpy lingerie that would look good on a tall, curvy woman of her body type.

To fit Suzette’s whole ‘widow who lives in depressing darkness’ schtick, Shayla even went as far as to recolor the fabric to various shades of black and purple. Because of how damned massive all of Suzette’s underwear was before she got started, she had more than enough material to triple the size of the widow’s choices.

While doing her job, Shayla started to question how Suzette’s tastes came to be so poor in the first place. It didn’t take her too long to suss out a reasonable answer, and it bummed her out the more she thought on it.

‘Everything just kinda circles back to that husband of hers, doesn’t it?’ Shayla sighed a deep and heavy sigh.

She saw that Suzette probably wasn’t confident in her body for most of her life, and going off of some of the things she said while having sex, her husband didn’t help with her bodily image.

Shayla, competitive and jealous by nature, still considered Suzette as something akin to a rival when it came to Coye. This was nonsense, seeing as both women had objectively ‘won’ already, yet Shayla grew progressively sympathetic for the other woman.

She even caught herself thinking just for a moment that she was even a little glad Suzette had Coye now, but she shook herself from dwelling on this for too long.

‘Am I going soft, or what?’ Shayla didn’t think so, but she wasn’t looking to grow close to any humans besides Coye, and here she was feeling sorry for Suzette.

Just to make sure, Shayla forced herself to recall Dorothy’s stupid face, remembering the way Coye fawned over her and the petty, vindictive feelings it gave her.

The stupid Guild bitch could still go and shove it as far as she cared.

‘Whew, still got it...’ Shayla was relieved she still had it in her to be spiteful.

By the time she had decided to leave her complicated feelings toward Suzette on the sidelines, Shayla had finished converting the widow’s unmentionables into a bevy of womanly weapons to wield against their shared femboy.

Shayla wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and smiled, looking over at a little something she had saved for herself.

There were some leftover scraps of what used to be granny panties which Shayla converted into long rolls. With the help of her magic, she then stashed them in a small pocket dimension that she kept the rest of her clothes in.

Now, if she got bored watching Coye fuck other girls, she’d at least have something to do while he went at it. She needed to think of more pastimes she could keep in hand but put the thought aside for later.

Shayla took a glance around the bedroom for anything else that might prove interesting, found nothing of the sort, and moved on. She flew over to the bedroom door and silently cracked it, then looked back over at Coye and Suzette to make sure the pair were still asleep.

‘Man, if there was an award for looking pathetic yet adorable...’ she thought to herself upon seeing that Coye was precisely where she left him- still drowning in tits like a baby.

Shayla sighed after seeing them, but it wasn’t a stressed sigh at all. She was just relieved that this stupid plan worked in the first place.

It wasn’t a very good plan, really. There just weren’t many options beyond either going to a healer or trying out having sex with someone else and seeing if that calmed him down.

While they wouldn’t know just how effective this ‘treatment’ really was until morning, the early results seemed promising since Coye was fully drained, spent, and satisfied.

That was apparently more than Shayla could do.

‘...Alright, that’s enough of that,’ she rolled her eyes at her spiraling negativity and turned away.

Shayla was in need of mischief. Wavering emotions within her demanded that she fuck something up, so it was time to start exploring the house in earnest, and the Pixie wouldn’t be holding her punches.

Now finding herself in the living room, Shayla floated off to the bookshelf she remembered seeing earlier in the day and began the arduous task of flipping through many of the books. No one had ever sat down and taught her to read, it was just something that the magical being innately knew how to do, but that didn’t matter since she wasn’t looking for a good story in the first place.

Shayla skimmed through Suzette’s personal collection of trashy romance novels, amusing herself by causing all sorts of mayhem with the written word on every page. Creating typos, rearranging sentences, adding in entirely new ones... nothing was off the table.

‘This is more like it,’ Shayla snickered to herself as she re-gendered the generic, relateable, self-insert protagonist of one short story into a hermaphrodite by adding many references to their newly acquired ‘massive schlong.’

The Pixie discovered that Suzette’s taste in literature was not limited to cheap harlequin romances or bodice rippers. Mixed in among titles as ‘The Debauchery of Debra’ and ‘Fall of the Guild Mistress’ were books about running a business, accounting, and a swathe of self-help books.

Shayla didn’t think it would be as funny to mess with those ones, but it definitely wasn’t because she knew Suzette might need those ones, not at all. She only refrained because she thought mixing obscene words into treatises on taxation and therapy would be below her and ‘too easy.’

Working through all the other books had already taken just shy of an hour, anyway, and Shayla was ready to move on.

Nothing else in the living room or restroom caught her attention. However, Shayla was briefly tempted to change the scent of Suzette’s soap into something that smelled a little more comical, only for her to again reign herself in when she remembered how that might negatively impact Coye.

By the time Shayla checked out the kitchen, her irritation was reaching new heights.

‘I was hoping I would find her husband’s corpse stashed in a closet or something... but no, everything is so barren and boring! There’s nothing interesting at all!’

Home was a difficult topic for the young Fae to dwell on, as the only time Shayla ever had such a place was when she lived among other Pixies in her youth.

Deep in the Gnarled Woods was an ancient, towering, magically-veiled tree named the Fleeting Bough, where the majority of her kin resided. Inside its hollowed trunk was something of a Pixie-styled approximation of a city.

Although its inhabitants left much to be desired, Shayla did think fondly of Fleeting Bough itself, specifically its twisting paths where something new around every corner just waited for you to discover it.

This childhood nostalgia drove her, compelling her to explore Suzette’s home, and it was also what upset Shayla so much when the dull house failed to stimulate her curiosity.

‘Man, if Coye ever gets his own place, I am gonna make DAMN sure it’s more interesting than this. Hell, at least the Guild has tons of cool monster trophies and shit...’

Realizing that she was only setting herself up for more disappointment, she shook her head and forced herself to move on.

‘Maybe the kitchen will be a little more interesting? I’m not quite hungry yet, but I can at least look at what I might wanna nip for later...’ Shayla thought.

At this point, the Pixie knew better than to get her hopes up. Her displeasure was considerably lessened when she hovered inside Suzette’s humble kitchen and saw it equally lacking in intrigue.

There was a dining table, cabinets, a pantry, shelves, precisely the same as any kitchen she could remember back in her childhood home. The only thing that stood out was a strange box filled with ice, which apparently was used to preserve meat.

‘I mean, I guess it’s kinda cool... but overall still meh.’ She shrugged at the icebox, turning her attention to the large pantry door.

Such was the nature of a Pixie. Even when finding something they’d never seen before, they were quick to move on and seek the next source of stimulation.

A screeching squeak rang out from its hinges when she opened the door. This sent the Pixie into a panicked tizzy, worried that Suzette might have heard her back in the bedroom.

Shayla hid in a vase filled with dried roses on the dining table for a few minutes just to be on the safe side. When it was clear that nothing would come of it, she polished the hinges to prevent further squeaking and then studied the pantry’s contents.

Looking on in wonder at what she saw, her mouth fell open. ‘What in the... how can one woman eat this much food by herself...?!’ She questioned, now knowing how Suzette ended up with that full figure of hers.

Every shelf was stacked with bread, fresh and preserved fruits, berries, nuts, vegetables, and even a large stock of preserved meats and cheeses. It was a veritable treasure trove for the starving and malnourished, so filled to the brim that it looked like Suzette was trying to feed a family of three.

Still, Shayla wasn’t interested in eating anything she saw, save for maybe the fruit if nothing else could be found. What she wanted was the same as any other Pixie- sugar.

In search of sweetness, Shayla began digging around the shelves and looking for anything that smelled good. Careless, she moved and rearranged junk left and right until coming across something in the furthest back of the middle shelf that wasn’t sweet yet caught her interest all the same.

‘Huh? What’s this doing here?’ She raised an eyebrow while glancing at a piece of cheese placed atop what appeared to be a small, wooden platform.

Fluttering closer to inspect the strange discovery, the faint light emitted by her glowing body and wings was not enough to illuminate the entire structure. When she reached out to pick up the morsel, her hand had only brushed against it before magical instincts took over her body.

Her wings forcibly flapped forward, creating a gust that blasted her out of danger right before it was too late.

As she fell flat on her ass and crashed into a can of almonds, a lightning-quick iron bar slammed down where her arm was only seconds before. If her self-preservation instincts didn’t kick in, it would have severed her arm clean off with little resistance.

“W-What... the fuck was that?!” Shayla yelled, panic heavy on her voice. At this point, she could care less about being heard or not.

The piece of cheese was knocked off its pedestal, and it now laid at her feet, so she picked up and threw it at the contraption, angry. She wanted to know if this thing would activate again or not if she got near.

It didn’t, so she approached the strange human device with malice after collecting her nerves and wiping some fearful tears off on her frilly sleeves.

“Was the cheese bait or something? I’m going to guess this thing is like those bear traps I’ve seen hunters using in the woods, but that doesn’t make sense... Suzette has plenty of food, and besides, what the heck would she even catch at the back of her pantry...?”

Shayla sorted through the possibilities, only to reach a dead end.

“Rats, maybe? Do humans eat rats? I’ll have to ask Coye... oh, wait a sec... maybe it’s not for catching food. Maybe it’s to stop rats from eating the food she already has? Yeah, that would make sense... but... wait...” she stopped mid-sentence, realizing how this made her feel.

Humiliation crept into her heart as Shayla balled her fists, her face reddening.

“So I’m just a fucking pest, am I?!” She kicked the trap away with her foot using all of her strength, which was not at all remarkable. She stubbed her toe in the process. “OW, FUCK-”

Sinking to the ground, Shayla cradled her foot and nursed the need for revenge even as the pain surged like a razor-sharp and blisteringly hot knife throughout her.

“Stupid gods-damned... piece of... ngh...!”

It would be so easy to spoil every last bit of food in the pantry or to start a fire or two, Shayla thought, so why not do it? That would show Suzette just how much of a pest she could be.

Maybe if she didn’t have Coye to think of, she would have acted on these impulses. Goddesses know that any other Pixie would’ve.

Instead, she folded her arms and leaned against the wall. As the anger began to subside, SHE became crestfallen and melancholic.

A heavy sigh left her lungs, and Shayla hung her head. “This is what you wanted, remember?” She reminded herself.

Shayla began to feel as if leaving the woods hardly mattered in her own self-pity. All she ended up doing was trading one world that didn’t want her for another and even started to think that the only place she might ever be safe is back in Fleeting Bough among her own kind.

“...Yeah, right, fuck that place. I’m never going back.” Not one to sulk for longer than she had to, Shayla snapped out of it and centered herself by breathing in deeply and exhaling with conviction.

“Sure, I’ve gotta be careful in the human world, too... but there are so much more possibilities for me here than there ever were in the Gnarled Woods. It also helps that I’m not alone anymore... I have Coye now. As long as I stick by his side, I can take on any stupid shit that Cransmere can throw at me.”

Clenching her fist and nodding to herself with resolve, her moment of cool was ruined by an untimely and intense rumbling from her empty stomach.

“...Welp, guess all that life-threatening terror really works up a girl’s appetite. Hmm... after surviving that death trap, I could use little payback, and I bet Suzette has tons of sweets in her store...” Grinning at the prospect of getting even with the widow, Shayla left the pantry to what would be her final stop of the night, the storefront of Darkwood General.

Resisting the temptation to tear through the shelves and inspect all of the fascinating human things on offer, Shayla limited her searching for anything that smelled of sugar. It took her a while due to just how many shelves there were, but at last, the Pixie came upon the most significant discovery she’d made in the human world yet.

One shelf among all others smelled fantastic. There was so much sugar in the air that Shayla could almost taste it, so she landed on the shelf to investigate further.

“Hello, hello... what’s all this, then?” She said, smacking her lips while bending over to sniff the nearest item. It was a golden box that contained numerous brown squares, each of them bigger than her own head.

“It sure smells amazing, but I got no idea what this stuff could be...” Shayla opened the box and picked up the brown square, lifting it to eye level. It started to melt from the heat of her hands, but Shayla didn’t let that stop her from trying it out.

One lick later, Shayla knew precisely what she was dealing with.

“No way...!!” Eyes bulging wide, the Pixie stared a hole through her treat as the divine taste tingled her tongue. “I never thought it was real, but this has to be...”

Among her kind, legends spoke of a special type of human food that was too good to be believed.

Supposedly, this food came in hundreds of different shapes and sizes and every color under the rainbow. Humans were said to give it to their children to keep them from crying, as it would bring a smile to their innocent faces.

Shayla thought it was just a prank to trick their fellow Pixies into making the dangerous mistake of skulking around a human settlement, but what else could she do other than believe after facing an entire shelf of evidence that proved its existence?

“Candy...” she muttered, taking another lick of the brown square. “This is a candy shelf!”

One lick turned into two, then three, and not long after, it became forty-seven.

As Shayla accepted the truth of the goodness that lay before her ripe for the taking, she ceased to be a Pixie and became a swarming beast.

In a cavalcade of gluttony, the girl tore through box after box of different chocolates, gobbled gumdrops, lapped at licorice, and consumed caramels. Nothing on the shelf was safe from her desires, and the more Shayla ate, the more her belly swelled to a comical degree. The effect was comparable to whenever her partner finished inside her.

On and on, she scarfed until the consequences of her actions hit her all at once.

“AGH-” Shayla’s distended gut howled out at her in revulsion, asking its owner what had it done to deserve such defilement.

Her throat rebelled next, contracting and forcing her to heave as tears ran down her cheeks, her heart speeding up to the point where it threatened to give in.

Falling to the floor, Shayla clutched onto a peppermint she was about to start working on and fought a losing battle against her own rising bile. As her body twitched and jerked like a madman under a full moon, she retched onto the refreshing candy and covered it in a glittery, sugary mess of her own shame.

“Nnnnhh... why... why is this happeninggg... Coye, helppp...” she whimpered, crawling up into a pitiful ball and cradling her knees.

After a minute of sobbing, Shayla tried to stand up as she wiped the mess off her lips and chin, only for her ankle to lose balance, sending her hurtling off the shelf and barreling toward the wooden floor down below.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK-” Shayla panicked. While a fall from this height wouldn’t be as bad for her compared to getting her arm caught in a mousetrap, it still wouldn’t be her ideal way of wrapping up the day.

For the second time tonight, her survival instincts flared up, and she started beating her majestic wings less like a graceful butterfly and more like a manic hummingbird. This maneuver kept her impact from severely hurting Shayla despite consuming many pounds past her weight in assorted candies.

She crashed into the floor head-first, then fell limp as hope left her body, and she gave up on the inside.

“Fucking... stupid... candy...!” Shayla grumbled moments later after finally gathering the morale needed to sit up and snap her fingers.

Like she did with Coye, she flushed most of the excess weight from her system. Her belly receded to a perfect tight fit, giving her back the sexy form she wore so well. She didn’t feel good afterward since a lot of the candy had already been partially digested, but at least she looked and moved better.

She was filled with a small amount of pride when she sat up and started retching, only to successfully kept her insides where they were supposed to be.

“Something to be proud of, I guess...” Shayla took her victories where she could find them.

Not in anything resembling what could be called a healthy state of mind, the Pixie looked for someone to blame for her woes and leaped to the most absurd of conclusions. “Fucking damn it... this... hurgh- this is all Coye’s fault!”

It wasn’t.

“Aren’t we supposed to be partners? Yeah, yeah! I always stop him from doing stupid shit, and he’s supposed to be doing the same thing for me!” She nodded along to her own wrong line of thinking. “Instead, he’s all snug and cozy between a pair of knockers, and I’m out here trying not to puke my guts out, that bastard!”

A few seconds of silence went by before Shayla broke down. It started with small chuckles at first, before picking up steam and heading into guffaw territory until at last devolving into full-on laughing at herself.

“Man, I’m such a fucking mess...” she admitted to herself with an off-kilter smirk, wiping a tear from her eye.

Shayla knew it was stupid to blame Coye for her mistakes, but in her defense, it was hard for ordinary people to reason during a sugar rush, let alone a Pixie who was hyper-sensitive to the stuff.

She couldn’t help but feel there was an unintentional kernel of truth in what she said, though. Going off in the middle of the night like this on her own was dangerous, and her lack of knowledge regarding the human world almost got her seriously hurt, only to end up making her sick in the end.

“Guess I really do need him just as much as he needs me...” She liked to talk a big talk, but the culmination of the night’s events left Shayla feeling humbled.

Small.

Even then, she didn’t feel shackled to the boy after really thinking about her circumstances. It only reinforced the conviction in her heart that made her want to stay by his side in the first place.

“Alright, that’s enough moping around for one night...” summoning her what remained of her willpower after a long and confusing night, Shayla stood up off the ground and fought back against her queasiness.

Next, she pumped her fist in the air and nodded to no one in particular as her resolve boiled over. “No more screwing around and being petty for now. Instead, I’m gonna work even harder from here on out and make sure Coye appreciates me twice as much as all the other chicks he ends up scoring with in the future!”

Filled with a burning desire to get to some sleep and recover by morning so she could help Coye conquer the day ahead, Shayla leaped into the air and flapped her wings with a renewed grace, gaining altitude and taking off.

Then, her stomach lurched again, forcing her to nosedive and crash a second time.

A vibrant rainbow stream of Pixie puke pooled on the floor beneath her, and Shayla gave up for a good ten minutes so she could properly relax and get back into flying form. She succeeded, but her take off what much less dramatic, and her movement toward the bedroom was reduced to a snail’s pace.

“Fuck me, I am never, ever, EVER eating candy again...” Shayla lied.

Peeking her head in to make sure Suzette wasn’t awake, Shayla found that little had changed since she left. The only significant difference between then and now was that Coye had escaped his entrapment in the valley of fleshy pillows at some point during the night and now faced the ceiling.

Lost in the comfort of the night, he was smiling wide, drooling like the adorable moron Shayla had come to know and love.

‘Geez, talk about dignity...’ she held back a laugh, her typical jealous paling in comparison to the contentment she felt seeing her partner in such peace. He’d definitely earned rest after how confusing the last few days have been and for working past his anxiety to score with Suzette.

As she looked upon him, Shayla felt compelled to approach. It was risky with her body emitting light so close to Suzette’s face, but her desires couldn’t be helped. She turned down her glow as much as she could and flew closer.

Suzette rolled over unconsciously, draping her arm across Coye’s chest and smiling in her sleep. The widow let out a soft, contented mumble yet didn’t stir beyond that.

Shayla was relieved, unsure of how much more stress her heart could take in one night.

Now, she hovered over the boy’s innocent sleeping face and marveled how the dimmed light of her fairy luminescence brought out a dreamlike quality in his natural beauty. Like this, it was hard to see Coye as anything but a pureblooded Elf straight from Sylvandiel itself.

Speaking in a low, hushed whisper, Shayla leaned down and told him, “Nice work today, baby,” before planting a chaste kiss on his slumbering lips.

He smiled at the affection, surprising the girl as he mumbled, “Shayla...” seemingly in response.

“W-Wha-” she froze mid-hover, embarrassment rising and redness filling her cheeks. She was only being affectionate since he wasn’t awake. Shayla wasn’t prepared for him to take her unaware like this.

Deciding she couldn’t handle the heightened emotions that surged up as direct a result, she crossed her arms and flew away with a pouty look on her face.

“You can’t just surprise a girl like that out of nowhere, you little brat...” Shayla muttered while returning to Coye’s hat, where she magicked herself a pillow and a blanket she had created long ago and had served her well for many years.

The night was certainly an adventure, filled with minor pranking, tomfoolery, life-threatening danger, and bad decisions galore. Shayla had clocked out almost immediately by the time she closed her eyes.

If only this rest lasted longer than it did, but alas, she was not done facing her body’s revenge. On and off throughout the night, her stomach did all it could in the hopes of making this lesson a permanent one.

“Never... again...” Shayla lied to herself yet again, crying Fairy tears into her pillow and shuddering at the foul symphony of guttural noises erupting from her defiant gut.