[joyce]

Originally Posted by Anotherfetishguy

Could've done with some out of clothes shrinking, but besides that it was solid enough

Glad you like it, Anotherfetishguy Thing is, though, these fairies aren't wearing any clothes Oh well....


Here's the next part! Hope ya'll enjoy it <3



Chapter Three: Cobweb Goes Caving

*SPLASH*

Moth came like a fountain all over Mustardseed’s face. It hadn’t taken more than a few seconds of Mustardseed’s intense tongue stimulation for Moth to burst into an orgasm. Of course, she really didn’t have much of a choice — she was the size of a husk of corn, and Mustardseed’s long and talented tongue was almost half as long as she was. She had wriggled it into the tiny opening of Moth’s vagina, and she only had to push and prod a little bit before she hit the fairy’s g-spot. Moth had uttered a cry and threw her head back in ecstasy as she came intensely, with Peaseblossom and Cobweb holding her legs apart.

She gushed a huge amount of fluid from her tiny body, but being as small as she was, it was more like she was splashing Mustardseed in the face with a glass of water. Moth continued to cry out over and over in orgasm as Mustardseed shook her head back and forth, hungrily lapping up her friend’s cum.

“Mrrrrraahh!” growled Mustardseed, savoring the taste of Moth’s syrupy ejaculate.

“Ooooh look at that!” said Cobweb, wide-eyed and impressed at Moth’s orgasmic output.

“She’s gorgeous!” groaned Peaseblossom, staring lustily and with glassy eyes into the tiny face of her climaxing friend. “Oh Mustardseed, I want to taste her — let me taste her!” She pushed the other fairy aside and wasted no time in catching the rest of Moth’s cum in her mouth. Moth’s body was arched in an upside down V, racked from the intense pleasure of the stimulation she was continuously receiving. Her pussy was coming in softer spurts now, like the last remnants of water from a garden hose that has just been turned off. Peaseblossom moaned in gratification as she tasted Moth’s sweet cum, encouraging her friend to give her every last drop that she had.

Mustardseed had fallen to the ground after Peaseblossom had shoved her aside and was rolling slowly around on the forest floor, reaching down to touch herself as she savored the feeling and taste of Moth’s orgasm all over her face. Cobweb had taken over both of Moth’s legs now, and she held them open patiently with her hands, cradling the little fairy’s head in her breasts as Peaseblossom continued to feast on the shrunken fairy’s pussy.

Eventually, after a few more minutes of mutual moaning, munching, licking, slurping, and squelching, Moth had absolutely cum her heart out and had nothing more to give. With a final heaving moan of supreme exhaustion and contentment, she collapsed completely, falling backward into Cobweb’s bosom and going entirely limp, cross-eyed from weariness and bliss. Peaseblossom fell back onto the forest floor, joining Mustardseed in the post-orgasmic euphoria, both of their faces shining with Moth’s juices. Cobweb placed Moth’s limp body carefully next to the stone fountain, taking care to arrange her little limbs out neatly. Moth was in a state of semi-consciousness, her eyes still crossed up, murmuring to herself in gibberish.

Cobweb bent down and gave her a loving kiss, her lips easily encompassing the entirety of the little fairy’s forehead. Then she sat down on the stone edge of the ancient fountain, allowing Moth the time and space to recover. She looked over at her other two friends who were still rolling languidly about on the forest floor, touching themselves as they sucked and smacked their lips, moaning softly to themselves as they relished the flavor of Moth’s cum.

Cobweb smiled to herself — those two needed some time too. That was completely ok with her; she could wait. She was easily the most patient and measured of the four fairies, and with something special like this shrink potion in play, she could easily handle a pause in the fun. It would only serve to build the anticipation, and she knew it was her turn next. She reached over and picked the potion up from where she had set it down previously, holding the glass bottle up to her face as she studied its contents closely. The jet black liquid sparkled mysteriously within the bottle, and moved around in slow languishing swirls, like smoke curling forth in the air from a candle.

After a few more minutes of patient waiting and studying the potion, Cobweb grew more and more eager to try it herself. She glanced down at Moth, whose little chest was rising and falling in deep slow intervals, indicating that she had fallen asleep. She looked over at Peaseblossom and Mustardseed, who were still lying on the ground in a semi-trance, their eyes closed as they continued to relish the taste of Moth’s juices. Cobweb held the potion up to her face; its black contents sparkled back at her, almost seeming to give her an encouraging wink.

“Oh fuck it,” she said quietly, her heart beating in excitement, “I’m not waiting for them any longer.” She carefully unstoppered the bottle and held it up to her lips. “They can just wake up to a nice little surprise.” Ever so carefully, making sure not to give herself too much, she tipped the bottle up and drank a small sip of the potion. The thick liquid fizzed slightly as it came into contact with her mouth, and Cobweb immediately tasted a deep earthy tartness that was almost a contradiction in taste: it tasted heavy and rich, and yet the overall effect was not heavy because of the delightfully tart tingle that infused her tastebuds with a light and jaunty jolt.

“Almost like raspberries,” she murmured to herself as she swallowed, “but with that dewberry, blackberry-like grit of the earth.” She sat back and sighed, feeling the tingle of the potion begin to go through her entire body as it went down her throat. It was the perfect taste, the perfect combination of the sky and earth, utterly fitting for a shrinking potion.

“And who knows,” Cobweb said to herself, “maybe it even works as a growing potion too — ohhh here it comes!” It had started to work. Slowly but undoubtedly, she was shrinking. She felt the captivating pangs all across her skin and throughout her muscles, bones, and tendons. It felt as if her entire body, both inside and outside, had been submerged in one of those fabled bubbly springs, where the water continuously burbled forth in carbonated bubbles from hidden chambers deep within the earth.

The stone basin of the fountain seemed to grow higher and higher before her eyes, until she was only just barely able to look over it into the water…and even then she needed to get on her tiptoes. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps as her heart thumped away excitedly in her chest — it was working! And even then, just a few seconds after it began, the shrinking seemed to stop. She had shrunk down, from her original five-and-a-half feet to about three feet, just a bit taller than the stone basin of the fountain.

Breathless and flushed from the shrinking, Cobweb looked over at Moth, who was still asleep. The once-tiny fairy now looked noticeably bigger to the shrunken Cobweb. Leaving the potion bottle by the fountain, she waltzed over to her sleeping friend to compare her body to hers. She was thrilled to discover that she was only about three times Moth’s size now. Laying down next to her, with their heads even, Moth’s feet spanned down to just below her breasts, about to the middle of her stomach.

Cobweb was breathing hard now as she felt the warning waves of stirrings deep within her pussy, and she and took a few moments to take up the sleeping Moth’s hands and feet and compare them with her own — Moth’s hands were still tiny; Cobweb’s palm was still bigger than Moth’s entire hand, fingers and all, and it would have taken at least three of Moth’s little feet to equal one of Cobweb’s. For a moment, Cobweb nearly lost her head. She was so transported by lust for Moth’s tiny sleeping body that she almost thrust a few fingers into her unconscious friend’s snatch, which was still oozing some post-orgasmic fluid onto the forest floor.

But Cobweb was able to stop herself — Moth needed to rest. And besides, as delicious as Moth looked slumbering on the forest floor, it was the other two, the big ones, who Cobweb was really after. She looked over at Peaseblossom and Mustardseed, who had stopped rolling around and who also appeared to be asleep.

“Hmmm,” she said to herself out loud, giving them a long look and then sizing them up in her head as she turned away and back to the potion bottle, “Which one do I choooosse? Which…one?” The bottle was much larger now — its top now stood just under her knees. Cobweb scoured the forest floor, looking for the perfect vessel, until she found it — an acorn that still had its woody cap. Cobweb reached down and grabbed the cap with both of her hands and put a foot on the acorn and pulled with all her might. After a few seconds of effort, the cap came off with a pop, and Cobweb flew backward from her momentum, landing on her back. Satisfied, she stood up, dusted herself off, and examined the acorn cap. She marveled at its size. Being three feet tall now, the cap was the size of a small bowl in her hands, perfect for what she needed it for.

She hopped happily back to the potion bottle and knelt down next to it. Carefully, she tipped its opening into her makeshift bowl, until the acorn cap was about half filled with the black potion. “That’s probably enough,” she said to herself, and resisting any temptation to pour herself more, she put the stopper back in the bottle.

A few moments later she was standing in front of the slumbering Peaseblossom and Mustardseed, trying to decide who to ambush. As she deliberated between the two, she took tiny little sips from her acorn bowl, enjoying the little micro-shrinks that resulted almost immediately afterward.

After another few minutes, Cobweb was down to six inches tall, and she had to put the acorn cap down on the ground — it had become far too heavy. She was proud of herself, though…she had estimated the potion amount almost perfectly. There were just a few more small sips left, and she didn’t need any more than that. Not for what she was going to do.

She braced her small hands on the edge of the bowl and stuck her head deep down to its bottom, reaching to sip down the last remains of the potion. She came up from her drink, wiping and smacking her lips to make sure she got all of it, and waited. Her two sleeping friends seemed to grow even more before her eyes; they were already huge to her, but after a few moments their bodies rose in front of her like hills.

“Perrrffectttt,” purred Cobweb mischievously, licking her lips hungrily as she looked at the titanic bodies of the two fairies. She couldn’t have been more than a couple inches tall by now. All that remained was to decide who…who would it be?

“I’m not gonna waste any more time deciding,” said Cobweb out loud. “Bushy, cushy, pushy, tushy,” she chanted, pointing back and forth between Peaseblossom and Mustardseed with each word, “If I choose you I jump your…PUSSY.” She stopped her chant. Her finger was pointing to Peaseblossom.

Cobweb smirked to herself as she sauntered over to Peaseblossom, and in between her outspread legs. She was lying on her back, and Cobweb’s walk in between her legs felt like she was walking through a shallow canyon. After a minute or so she stood in front of her friend’s pussy, which rose up before her like the entrance to a cave. Soft tendrils of elegantly curved pubic hair lined the entrance, and as Peaseblossom slept, her pussy seemed to exhale itself with each breath. Cobweb felt her hair ruffle slightly in the breeze of her friend’s snatch, and she closed her eyes as she smelled the familiar aroma of sweet and robust spice. Her mouth started to water as she approached the entrance, trembling with lascivious expectation.

Cobweb reached out and grabbed a healthy handful of Peaseblossom’s pubic hair, winding it around and around her hand to make sure that she had a firm enough grip. Then she reached out her tiny foot and stepped onto the front of her friend’s pussy lips. Her foot immediately sunk down a good ways, all the way to her ankle. She giggled excitedly as she steadied herself, using her other hand to grab onto another clump of Peaseblossom’s soft pubic hair.

She took another step and her other foot sank in the same way — she was now ankle-deep in Peaseblossom’s pussy lips. The smooth pink flesh almost seemed to suck her feet in, and each subsequent step into her vagina was accompanied by a soft squelching noise.

“I mean, I knew her pussy was soft,” said Cobweb to herself as she grabbed onto more pubic hair to keep herself from falling, “but damn…Pease’s pussy is softer than silk…softer than our mistress’s bed, softer than the ripe pears in the Garden of the Hesperides in the Far West…” She trailed off, getting distracted by her own thoughts. She was remembering that huge ancient garden Titania had taken them to years back, and the giant, mesmerizing, amazonian Hesperides who guarded it and tended to it. Cobweb and the others had longed to go back ever since —

Cobweb was suddenly shaken from her thoughts — Peaseblossom had moved slightly in her sleep, which to Cobweb seemed like a small earthquake. She lost her grip and her footing and fell down flat on her back. It felt like she had fallen down into a quagmire, except instead of brown, decaying matter, this one was made up of sweet-smelling pink flesh that was very much alive, moving and quivering slightly.

Cobweb lay still for a moment, appreciating how her body was slowly sinking into Peaseblossom’s soft pussy flesh. Her own miniature pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the moment as she imagined being swallowed up completely in her friend’s vagina, who was completely unaware as she slept. Cobweb suddenly had a moment of panic when she realized that she was sinking faster than she initially realized. She reached out desperately with two hands and grabbed onto handfuls of smooth flesh. Her hands were so small that they could actually use these handfuls of flesh as climbing posts.

Little by little, the miniature fairy pulled herself back onto her feet. She sighed in relief as she leaned against Peaseblossom’s vestibule, making sure she had a firm hold of her friend’s flesh. For added stability, Cobweb dug her feet in and grabbed onto Peaseblossom’s flesh with her toes. After she had caught her breath, shaking her head and smiling to herself at her own shenanigans, Cobweb looked slowly up at her prize. Hanging above her head in the roof of the vaginal opening, the equivalent of fifteen feet above her, and the equivalent size of a large punching bag, was Peaseblossom’s clit.

From her position underneath, Cobweb could see it clearly. It was a brighter pink than the surrounding flesh it was still slowly dripping fat gobs of fluid from Peaseblossom’s recent orgasms.
“Mmmmm, there it is,” said Cobweb hungrily, licking her lips, “there’s what I’m going for.” And go for it she did. Wasting no more time, and making sure she had a good grip on the smooth walls of the vaginal vestibule, she began to slowly climb. It was tough work — she had to make sure that at any given time, she had one hand and one foot that were firmly gripping the pink vaginal flesh. But Cobweb was patient, and she kept her eyes determinedly fixed on Peaseblossom’s clit, as a reminder of her reward if she climbed slowly and purposefully.

After about five minutes, she was nearly there. For the last minute or so of climbing, Cobweb had to climb not up, but rather across her friend’s vaginal opening. This was especially tricky work, since Cobweb knew that if she fell, she wouldn’t be able to slide down the smooth vestibule walls. Instead, she would land directly back into Peaseblossom’s pussy flesh and probably sink down a good ways before she would have a chance to grab onto anything. She might actually be swallowed alive.

This hint of danger didn’t scare Cobweb, though — instead it made her even more excited, more focused, and more determined to reach her goal. And finally, there it was in front of her; she had reached it. Cobweb had been scaling the last section of Peaseblossom’s pussy upside down, almost like a sloth, so she was looking at Peaseblossom’s clit from an upside down position. Up close, it was bigger than half of her body, and seemed to inhale and exhale along with the rest of Peaseblossom’s body. It was glistening with syrupy fluid.

From her upside-down position, Cobweb looked at it, mesmerized, more determined than ever to touch it, to taste it, and to stimulate it. But how was she going to reach it? It seemed so close, yet so far.

“Am I gonna go for it?” she said to herself. She pondered a moment, and just like that, her private debate was over. “Oh yeah,” she said, positioning herself for the jump, “I’m going for it.”

Suddenly she jumped, springing out of her upside-down crouch like an ambush predator. She caught herself onto the clit in midair, wrapping both of her little arms around it, and clinging to it for dear life. Once her arms had steadied her momentum, she wrapped both her legs around it as well, and dug her fingers and toes into the clit flesh, which was smoother, denser, and pinker than anything surrounding it.

“Aha! Gotcha!” cried Cobweb in triumph as she gave the clit a full-body embrace. She nuzzled her face into it, tasting its sweet-spicy flavor, unlike anything else she had ever tasted. She had tasted Peaseblossom’s clit many times before, but never at this size….at this size it was even sweeter, even spicier, even more delectable.

“Get ready for it, Pease,” Cobweb called passionately in her little voice, “I’m comin’ for you!” And with an ardent snarl, as she sensually spooned the clit with her entire body, she bit down into the dense pink flesh.


TO BE CONTINUED….. <3