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Pierce And the Blue Fairy

For L.C. Schafer unofficial fairytale challenge.

By Heather Zieffle Published 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 2 min read

Pierce hums as he unlocks his apartment door, his wallet full for once. Jimmy, his roommate, frowns from the sofa as Pierce saunters into the Livingroom.

“I know that look,” Pierce says, pulling out his wallet. “Here’s my half of the rent, as promised.” He grins, handing cash to the dour faced Jimmy.

Jimmy snorts in disgust. “I don’t want to guess how you got this money, cause I know you still ain't working.”

“Some old guy was looking to buy woodworking tools. He saw my ad and was happy to e-transfer the funds to me.”

“God, you’re a heartless prick. One day, your lies are going to catch up with you,” Jimmy mutters.

“Those lies are keeping us in the green,” Pierce quips. “It’s not my fault old folks know nothing about online scams.”

Jimmy flips on the tv. “Whatever. It’s your life.”

“Yup. And that life wants some action. Don’t wait up!” Pierce laughs before heading out the door.

The wind is cool as he jogs up the street, making his way to downtown's trendiest bar. “Time to celebrate,” he whispers as he enters the posh establishment.

Pierce orders the most expensive drinks, enjoying the looks of a beautiful blond. Her dress hugs her curves, and she wasn’t shy in holding his gaze.

Full of liquid courage, Pierce is soon chatting up Brook, the blond bombshell. “Nice tat,” he remarks, pointing to the blue fairy on her shoulder.

“Thanks. I kind of have a thing for magical creatures,” she smirks, licking her lips.

His desire stirring, Pierce invites her over, happy when she accepts.

Brook’s an excellent kisser, and Pierce’s excitement amps up when she binds his hands to his headboard. “Nice,” he breathes, watching in a lust filled fog as she pulls his pants down before sliding off the bed. “What are ya doing?”

“Just granting a scammed man’s wish,” she smiles as blue ethereal wings emerge from her back.

“Fuck me,” he whimpers.

“Nah, not anymore.” Magic radiates off her and envelopes Pierce’s nether region. His face pales and his eyes shoot to his now flaccid penis.

“No more wood for you, ever, I’m afraid.”

**366 word count. Based on the Pinocchio fairytale**

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Heather Zieffle

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    Written by Heather Zieffle