Fairy Part 8 End

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“There it is,” Coye said, holding the pixie in his palm as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Cransmere.”

It sure was a sight, but it wasn’t one for sore eyes. The town was surrounded by the remains of a besieged stone wall, all attempts to refurbish it in the thousands of years since Thalrad’s devastation having somehow only made things worse. What lay within those walls wasn’t much better, as Cransmere was a sad town that wore that fact on its sleeve.

The area was awash with dull colors, the likes of which no painter would dare place on their palette, the sky was overcast, and the air ran thick with the smell of timber and indiscernible meat. All of the grass which grew in Cransmere was pale and sickly, its trees were as dead as winter, and thorny bramble crept against many of the drab, indistinct wooden buildings and even some of the dirt roads. The townsfolk who walked these roads were paranoid. They had wary eyes darting about the world around them, and they trusted no one, keeping to themselves due to fear of the forest which sat south of the town’s wall, past the lumber mills.

Aside from the Guild and said mills, the only noteworthy location in all of Cransmere was the medium-sized stone fort situated at the center of the city, where the brown and green toad banners of House Brimley flew with indifference. Fort Dordington was unimpressive and hardly big enough to be called a fort in the first place, much to the disappointment of the local Barony.

All in all, Cransmere was a place that joy, happiness, and love had abandoned millennia ago, and it was Coye’s home. He smiled down at his partner, waiting for her reaction with an innocent, blank-faced smile.

“Yeah,” Shayla yawned, unimpressed. “I’ve seen it before. The woods are literally right over yonder, y’know.”

“Oh,” Coye had assumed she’d never been this close to the city before, and now he felt silly for waking Shayla up.

The pixie scanned the sad horizon with her eyes as she stretched herself out. “It’s kind of shitty.”

“I like it well enough... and at least it’s not Dewhurst.” Coye shivered as he recalled the day he spent in that gods-forsaken town two years ago during his initial journey here. He would take a sad town like Cransmere over one that actually scared him any day of the week.

“I’ll take your word for it, haven’t been to that one,” Shayla giggled as Coye stashed her in his cap and began to approach the town.

When he reached the ruins of the stone wall, he began to grow apprehensive out of nowhere. Experience tingled his spine, causing Coye to stop and scan every which way. She’d caught him unaware too many times, and he wasn’t about to let her do it to him today of all days. Better to be safe than sorry.

His pixie found herself puzzled, asking, “Uh, Coye? Are you having a meltdown, or do you sense something?”

“...No, not this time, but I had to make sure.” He sighed and slumped his shoulders. He hadn’t considered how strange he must’ve looked without context. “One of my guildmates, um... she likes to ambush me. Especially when I’m just coming back into town, and my guard is down.”

“Ah, you talking about one of those ‘Baddest Bitch’ chicks who bully you?”

“N-No, Byng isn’t one of them... I’m, um, talking about another girl.”

Coye couldn’t see her, but he knew Shayla well enough to guess correctly that she was making a bemused face. “Well, look at you, Mr. Popular. What’s this girl like?”

“Uh... small, green, and she has sharp teeth.”

“No blowjobs, then. Noted.”

“Shayla...! It’s not like that!” He tightened his fists, embarrassment filling his face yet again.

Shayla figured she’d eventually find out about this girl, just like the other girls Coye brought up so far. There was no rush, so she didn’t pursue it. “Sure, sure. If you’re done standing around, take me to this Guild of yours already!”

Coye hurried up his pace and entered the city proper, and what followed shocked his partner to her core.

On his way to the Guild, it seemed to Shayla as if every single girl they passed either stopped to look at Coye wantingly from afar, came up and greeted him, or blatantly hit on him with nonexistent subtlety.

“Welcome back, adventurer!” An older woman in her late thirties exited a nearby item shop, her massive breasts jiggling as she approached. “We’re having a sale on rations this week, so stop by if you want to take advantage of the great opportunity!”

Coye stared at her cleavage, which was hastily drawn down as soon as she saw him in a gambit to attract the boy’s attention. He looked away right after, trying to cover it up. “O-Oh, um, I might. Thank you.”

“Please do. I’ve been so lonely since my husband died... so very, very lonely and... unfulfilled.” The widow wept in a practiced, low, and husky voice as Coye continued down the street.

Before Shayla could even process the absurd forwardness of this desperate milf, another girl further down the street lit up at the sight of her partner. By the looks of it, it was a young farmer’s daughter, and she was selling produce in a stall.

The girl abandoned her station to bring Coye a beautiful apple, and her face was redder than the fruit. “Thank you for keeping the town safe, sugar! On the house!”

“J-Just, um... just doing my job...” Coye pocketed it and took another few steps until a gaggle of busty tavern wenches with low-cut tops would whistle at him.

“Hey, pretty boy!” The main wench spoke for the group as if she were their alpha. “You look like you could use a drink after all that adventuring. Why don’t you come on in and take a load off?”

“N-No, I’m not that thirsty, but thank you.” Coye raised his canteen to show them it was still full.

The main girl smirked something devious, saying, “That’s ok, I’m thirsty enough for both of us, and I’d love to share a round with you.” Behind her, the other girls giggled and elbowed each other while eying the young half-elf.

It was another few steps, and then it was a pretty nun from the local Luxist Church telling Coye he’d make the cutest choir boy, and then a muscular blacksmith woman offering to inspect his sword and give it a good polishing, and so on and so forth. Even some of the men were giving him looks.

Shayla was beside herself, slack-jawed thanks to a mix of disbelief and anger. These girls took precious time out of their day to flirt with Coye, only for it to fly over his head as he mumbled awkward responses in turn. The pixie almost felt ashamed on his behalf, like she were guilty by association with the dense fool.

It got to the point where she couldn’t take it any longer, and she demanded, ‘Nearest alleyway. NOW.’

Coye wondered what had suddenly upset the pixie, then ducked off the main street right away to appease her. Safely away from the earshot of others, he looked up to his hat, only for it to start yelling at him.

“What the fuck was that?!” Shayla grabbed large handfuls of his hair and pulled his scalp hard enough for it to sting.

“Ow!” The boy winced and stumbled back against a nearby wall. “W-What are you talking about!?”

“I’m talking about the fact that the entire damn town is spreading their legs for you, and you’re too stupid to even notice!”

Coye paused, then shook his head. He mustered an awkward laugh as he said, “Y-You’re crazy... everyone is just really nice here in Cransmere.”

“Are you kidding me? I told you I’ve watched this village from afar, and I can tell you myself this place is so depressing that everyone looks like they’re on the verge of offing themselves whenever you’re not around!” It was slight hyperbole, but Shayla stood by what she said.

“N-No... no way...” Coye stopped to think about all of the encounters just now. “All of them?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Shayla’s frustration escaped her through an exasperated sigh.

All of them were interested in him, from the widow to the nun. He had trouble believing it, but Shayla’s job was to point out when he was being an idiot, so it had to be true. Now that he knew the possibility was there, he began to salivate.

Shayla couldn’t see him do it, but she felt the vibrations when he wiped drool off his chin. “Something wrong?”

“No, nope, n-nothing!” He said, fighting back mental images of the farmer’s daughter and the blacksmith tag-teaming him. The back of his mind whispered to him, ‘more’, and his body replied by giving him an erection he didn’t ask for.

Coye couldn’t believe himself, getting hard like this in a public space like he was some sort of pervert. He almost cried out of shame right then and there, but Shayla noticed what was up when he hunched his posture. “Dude, are you seriously turned on right now?”

He nodded and said among whimpers, “I-I can’t stop thinking about lewd things...”

Shayla was astonished his imagination had such an effect on him. She felt that this wasn’t normal, but the pixie didn't know for sure since she had no experience with boys. Instead, she focused on helping him through it. “It’s ok, take some deep breaths. You’ll be fine. I’m here for you, ok, partner?”

“Ok, thank you...” Coye closed his eyes, drowning out all but the pixie’s words. The boy followed Shayla’s instructions, and she was able to calm him after only a few minutes, her little hands massaging his scalp the entire way through.

“There we go,” Shayla smiled, sensing his emotions stabilizing. “You good now?”

“Mhmm...” He nodded, eyes still closed and head still empty.

Shayla was just as relieved as he was. This boy’s sex drive was something else, worse than she even thought. As funny as it would be, Shayla knew Coye couldn’t go around walking through town with a full chub on display every day of his life. Something had to be done, but at least getting him some proper pussy to vent himself with looked like it’d be a trivial affair.

“Just get back to your Guild and don’t let anyone else stop you, ok, big guy? You got this.” She gave the boy a comforting pat on the head to set him on his way.

“Ok, you’re right. I-I got this.” Coye trusted Shayla’s words and stepped out of the alley, ignoring more admirers who intended to stop him.

Coye took a lot of effort to fight back against his own polite and courteous behavior. The temptation to talk to each of the girls and occasional men who approached him was strong. By focusing entirely on Shayla’s comforting words, he was able to get back to the Guild sooner than later.

The Cransmere Adventurer’s Guild was a well-kept old building made of sturdy pinewood, but whereas the rest of the town was drab and offputting, this Guild had something of a heart to it. It didn’t immediately give the impression of misery and fear, which was worth a lot.

Standing three stories tall, the building was more extensive than it needed to be. There were less than two hundred active adventurers stationed here, and at any one time, it housed a roughly quarter of that number in its dorms. Beyond that, the Guild was manned by a scant staff of fifteen or so people, so there was size to spare.

Seeing it as it was, no one would believe it if you told them that this place used to be Arrark’s greatest Guild thousands of years ago. Nowadays, it was merely a Guild that scraped by and received little in the way of funding from the Association of Adventurers. So long as it kept the all-important lumberers somewhat safe from the horrors of the Gnarled Woods, no one paid it any mind.

“There it is. What do you think?” Coye mumbled to his hat.

‘Well... at least it’s better than most of the town,’ Shayla commented as they walked inside, only to discover that the interior was more foreboding than the exterior.

Lighting was sparse, lit only by a few sconces on the wall spaced gratuitously apart. Bizarre trophies littered the entrance hall, most of which were the remains of pigmen. There were mounted, tusked heads with grotesque expressions, taxidermied swine who appeared as if they might devour you at a moment’s notice, severed hooves, and other grim decorations repurposed from the corpses of beasts found in the woods.

To the left was a door that led to a lounge, the quest board, the Guild Mistress’s office, and the stairs. To the right, an opposite door led to the dining room, bar and kitchen, and at the end of the hall was a long, u-shaped desk.

Here, a disinterested, red-headed receptionist stood leaning over the counter. She was the first girl Shayla had seen all day who didn’t immediately explode with excitement upon noticing Coye.

The receptionist scribbled on a book of puzzles, currently stuck on a troublesome riddle. “Welcome back, adventurer, or whatever.” She said after taking a quick look at Coye with her bored, green eyes and deciding this wasn’t worth her time or energy.

Coye approached the counter, unstrapping the bag that held Jack’s remains. “H-Hi, Tammy,” The way he spoke made Shayla understand that this slim, disinterested girl intimidated him for whatever reason.

“I completed... the quest... so if you could maybe-

“Can’t. Busy.” It sounded as convincing as it looked.

“But... I-I don’t want to bother Miss-”

Tammy cared little for what other people wanted. She poked her head into a door behind the counter, calling out, “Boss, that one femboy is back.”

“Fem... boy?” A naive, exhausted, feminine voice responded before yawning. “Oh. You mean Coye?”

“Fuck if I know,” Tammy shrugged her shoulders and returned to her riddles.

“Well, could you maybe, ahaha... you know, fill out the proper paperwork and see to it that he’s-”

“Can’t. Busy.”

“...Right,” The voice on the other end of the door exhaled its breath, knowing it had lost yet another battle to her no-good receptionist. “One moment.”

‘Wow, this chick is a lazy cunt.’ Shayla laughed, respecting Tammy’s lack of a grind.

Coye nodded in agreement subtly enough that only Shayla noticed. In truth, he never liked how Tammy treated Miss Whittle. No one around here gave the poor woman enough respect, except him, of course.

A few moments later, someone came into the entrance hall from the door behind the desk. Someone who brought an innocent smile to Coye’s face and absorbed all his attention. From how much the boy talked about her the night before, Shayla knew full well who this was.

This was the woman Coye had a crush on, his Guild Mistress.

Dorothy Whittle was disheveled, her black hair unkempt and her moderately-fancy clothing ruffled every which way, and her hands were covered in ink stains. She wore a striped black and gray pair of shorts held in place by a large red belt, dark stockings that covered her meaty thighs, brown leather knee-high boots, and a green, long-sleeved half coat overtop a white dress shirt. A tricorn-like hat sat on her head, and between her decently sized breasts was a red tie that Coye always tried to avoid gawking at.

Her down-trodden brown eyes glanced at the returning adventurer through her silver half-rim glasses in a way that would resemble happiness if it wasn’t for the giant purple bags resting beneath them. Instead, she looked tired, as she always did.

“Coye,” Dorothy smiled and stumbled forward, tripping and collapsing on the front desk. Rather than hurting herself, she fell asleep on the spot and didn’t wake up until Tammy nudged her out of a rare sense of responsibility. “W-Welcome back...!”

“Um... hi...” Coye said, staring at the ground.

Shayla found it hard to believe this innocent boy with his first crush was the same one who used her as a sex toy the night before. She couldn’t see his face, but his voice was so tame and docile, his posture was slouched, and he played with his hair like a girl.

Talk about whipped.

“I’m gonna go take my fifteen while you sort this out, Boss,”

“Wait, Tammy, didn’t you already-” Dorothy watched as Tammy disappeared into the records room, slipping out of her grasp like oil. “Well, t-that’s ok, I guess...” she mumbled. It’s not like Tammy was going to accomplish anything, anyway.

Then, she turned her attention fully to Coye.

Shayla watched close to see what would happen next. In a way, this woman was her biggest rival, after all. If she disapproved of Dorothy, Coye would be the first to know.

Like most of the other girls who crossed paths with the half-elf, Dorothy did light up, but it wasn’t the same. Perhaps it was because she was tired, but Coye's effect on her struck Shayla as soothing rather than the intimate desire showcased by the town’s thirsty inhabitants.

“Did everything go ok? What was the spirit like? I’d love to hear all about it, but I’m...” pausing to yawn, Dorothy teetered like she were about to fall over again. The only thing keeping her from passing out was her stained hands propped against the counter. “I’m really behind today... oh, but I do love hearing about monsters... what to do, what to do...?”

“I can tell you about it if you want...” Coye blushed as he twiddled with his thumbs. He loved indulging his Mistress’s fascination with monsters, even if he didn’t get to do it all that often because of  her busy schedule.

Dorothy thought about it, groaned, and shook her head. “No, I can’t. There’s no time... there’s never enough time...”

“Ok,” The boy frowned as he was rejected but nodded his head and placed the trophy bag on the counter. “Anyway, here’s the proof of kill.”

Dorothy took it with haste, opened it, and sighed while looking at the contents. She smiled, little tears drooping out of her weary eyes. “...Where would I be without you, Coye?”

His face reddened again as he stumbled through a generic response, “Just... you know, just doing my job.”

Shayla was almost impressed. Irritated, but impressed. She felt that if Dorothy asked him to put on a leash and bark for her, he’d pull out one he already had lying in wait and ask her how loud.

Placing the bag down to process it and then reaching over the counter, the Guild Mistress grabbed Coye’s gloved hands, smearing ink on them thanks to her touch. “I mean it. I was in such a tight spot after accepting that quest, and... oh, I get the shivers thinking about what would’ve happened if I let the client down. Thank you so, so much...!”

He didn’t even have it in him to say anything back. Coye just nodded over and over again like a bird bobbing for water. Shayla would’ve had to hold on for dear life if he nodded any harder.

Dorothy released his hands, and the pixie took notice of a glimmer that appeared in her tired eyes that wasn’t there before. “Now, about your payment... I was, hahaha... I was maybe wondering if you would be interested in using some of it toward placing a new order or two? The latest AoA catalog came in this morning, the first issue of the spring collection! There are so many new gadgets on display, it’s almost dizzying, so I just know something in there will catch your eye! What do you say?”

“Ok,” Coye replied as if in a trance.

“Oh, thank you, Coye!” Dorothy smiled as she slipped a hefty catalog out of her sleeve and pressed it into his hands. “Your share of this quest is 3,200G, so... how about spending 2,500G of that on new products? 2,500G is a good, even number, right? You’ll still have 700G added to your savings account, too! You know I worry so much about you, and... um...”

Dorothy paused, her eyelid twitched, and her smile became less sincere. “W-Well, it’s important for every adventurer to buy as many tools as possible from the Association. It’s dangerous out there, so you want to be as prepared as you can be!” She forced the words out, appealing to how much she knew the boy liked to overprepare himself.

This wasn’t the first time pressing his buttons.

“Sure thing, Miss Whi-”

‘Stop, stop, stop! Give that magazine back and find somewhere that we can talk in private, RIGHT. NOW.’ Shayla had been quiet this entire time, watching, listening, observing the girl her partner was crushing on. It was cute at first, but now she saw what was happening here, and the pixie wasn’t about to let it happen.

“What?” Coye looked up at his hat.

“Huh? Is... is something wrong?” Dorothy rubbed her eyes, ensuring that the boy talking to his hat wasn’t an elaborate dream she had yet to wake up from. It had happened before.

“N-No, I just-”

‘Don’t make me pull your hair again. I WILL do it. Hell, I’ll bite you while I’m up here! You ever had a pixie bite before? You’ll be itching for weeks.’

Coye didn’t like the sound of that, so he thrust the magazine back into Dorothy’s hands. “I’m, uh, not feeling so good... are any of the dorms free?”

“Oh, no, that’s no good at all. Do you need me to make an appointment with the healer? I can deduct it from your earnings, or I could refill your potion subscription a bit early for a small fee of-”

Shayla couldn’t believe this chick. Coye just told her he was feeling bad, and her first instinct was to try and milk more of his hard-earned pay out of him? ‘Coye-’ She grumbled.

“No, I’d just like to rest, t-thanks...”

Dorothy paused, her expression concerned. “Alright, go ahead. All of the silver-rank dorms should be free right about now... I’m fairly sure everyone else is out on quests. Can you make it up the stairs by yourself? I can get Tammy to help carry you up, I-”

“Can’t. Busy.” Tammy piped up from the records room, sensing that someone, somewhere, was trying to make her do things. Unforgivable.

Dorothy’s eyelid twitched as she fought back a few stress-induced tears. “...Well, um, I can-”

Coye could feel the pixie tightening her grip on stalks of his hair, so he shook his head and bolted toward the stairs. “I’m good, you can put the money in my account, and I’ll talk to you later, Miss Whittle!” He said, his legs carrying him away fast as he could.

True to Dorothy’s word, each of the five silver-rank dorms was empty, and Coye had his pick of the lot. It didn’t matter which he took. All of them were rooms with four beds settled in each corner of the room, the only furnishings being a nightstand and a chest at the foot of the bed. There’d be no privacy, but it was better than bunking in the bronze-rank dorms.

‘Lock the door.’

“There is no lock-”

Shayla pointed at the door as he closed it, her purple magic exploding around it like a firecracker. “Well, now there is, so lock it,” she said aloud.

Coye did as commanded, sat down on the nearest bed, and took his cap off. Shayla flew out from under it like a bat out of hell, her face red with anger and her fists balled. “What the fuck was that about?!”

“...I turned in a quest?”

Shayla groaned, cradling her forehead. “Yeah, I got that part, doofus. I’m talking about how that chick you like just tried to extort you, and you let her walk all over you like a rug!”

“What? That’s not-”

“Does she always pressure you into buying crap whenever you earn money?”

“Uh, not ALWAYS, but...”

“Fuck me,” Shayla spat and pulled at her own hair. She really didn’t want to be the one to spell this out to him, but it’s not like there was anyone else who could. “Dude, she’s stringing you along and taking advantage of you. You don’t ever tell her no, do you?”

It took him a while to say anything back. Coye was too stunned by the implication that Shayla might’ve been right and that he’d been too stupid to notice. Coye sniffled, his shoulders slumping. “I... I thought Miss Whittle was looking out for me...”

“She’s looking out for someone, alright. Herself.” Shayla crossed her arms, but she eased up when she saw how hard her partner was taking the revelation.

She flew to his shoulder so she could comfort him, saying, “Look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I’m just calling it how I see it. I’m not gonna pretend I know what’s up with this Guild Mistress of yours, so maybe she’s not all that bad, but I don’t think you should buy just whatever random crap she dangles in front of your nose. Can we agree on that?”

“It’s not like I’m using the money I earn on anything else, though... so I don’t mind helping her make a little extra off me.”

Shayla knew he had it bad for this woman, but this was excessive. “Well, you can’t do that forever. You’ll need gold in the future, especially if you want to start screwing around more.”

“Uh... why do I need gold for-”

Shayla mimicked Coye’s girly voice with uncanny accuracy, teasing, “Oh, hey babe, wanna hook up later? Sweet, let’s sneak off to my dorm room and hope no one else is there! Huh? No, I don’t have my own place, I spend all my spare income on a manipulative-”

He blushed, and for once, showed signs of anger at the pixie as he stood up. “I-I don’t sound like that!” But the anger didn’t last long, as Coye slumped and fell back against the bed. “But, I guess you do have a point...”

Coye’s mind was heading to dark places, and his expression continued to grow distant. Seeing how upset the truth made him caused Shayla to feel like she had just set a basket of newborn puppies on fire. Guilt was a new experience for the pixie, and she found she wasn’t too fond of it altogether.

“Gods, I’m so stupid,” he sniffled again, wiping his nose.

“Pretty much,” Shayla agreed. He looked at her, shocked that she’d kick him when he was down, but he found a sympathetic companion looking back at him. “But hey, that’s why we’re partners, right? I got your back, and you got mine.”

She was right. Coye remembered that they would be a two-in-one package from now on, and the thought comforted him. It took him some time to nod at her and smile, but the pixie smiled right back when he did.

“Thanks, Shayla.”

“Don’t mention it, big guy. Now. What do you say we go grab you some food before we come back up here and have a nice, long chat?”

At the mention of food, Coye’s stomach growled. His heightened emotions made him momentarily forget he skipped breakfast this morning, and his hunger came back with a vengeance. “Sounds good to me,” he smiled nervously as he picked up his cap. Shayla flew back under it as he placed it on his head, and the two left the dorm.

After filling his stomach, they would spend the rest of the day lounging about undisturbed, taking a well-earned rest after the adventure. They drifted into Shayla’s plans to get Coye laid, but this fell on deaf ears for today. At least Coye would agree to start saving money for his own place and that he’d no longer let Miss Whittle talk him into buying crap he didn’t need. That was a start, as far as Shayla was concerned.

There was much more she wanted to say on the topic, but Shayla knew better than to dig around about his feelings for the Guild Mistress. That would be a topic for a different day. Suffice to say, Dorothy failed Shayla’s tests on every level, and a pixie never forgets.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Shayla forgot one thing, and it was her promise to not give Coye any more fairy pussy for the day. That vow didn’t last very long, and as soon as the sun had set, they spent the rest of the night breaking it until the young half-elf was contented.

As his warm seed rested within her tiny body, a different seed grew within the two of their hearts, entwining and binding them to one another. Coye gained a voice of reason with a good head on her shoulders, and Shayla gained the protection and love that years of living alone had robbed her of. Not too bad of a haul for a simple walk in the woods.

TO BE CONTINUED