Tatsu vs. the Flower Fairies

III. Showdown

When he finally got back from Encino, Tatsu didn't even look at his garden. He didn't want to know what had been done to it in the meantime. Instead he went straight to bed. His dreams were troubled by the malicious music of fairy laughter.

The next morning, he went to his main greenhouse. So far as he could tell, it had not been invaded. The miniature orchids were still there (he had agreed to send them to Atsuko later in the week). He knew from overhearing them that the fairies liked orchids, so he'd use one of these for the pattern. He took the most succulent-looking of the miniatures and set it out on a work table. Then he put a tray, containing five faybanes, down next to it. Sure enough, within moments he was looking at six orchids. According to Braunschweiger, the faybanes would keep their new form for twenty-four hours. That should be plenty of time.

A one-two punch, Braunschweiger had said. For the next part of the plan, Tatsu put his second purchase in a very large cage of his own design. This he then lugged out to a part of his garden already ravaged by the fairies. Since there was nothing left to eat, it was a pretty good bet they wouldn't be there. He hid the cage under some yard waste without (he hoped) being seen.

Then Tatsu returned to the greenhouse for the counterfeit flowers. He took them in their tray out to where the full-sized orchids were growing. Had been growing. They were all gone now, except for a few shredded stems. It was all right, he thought. Only natural for him to re-plant, given what had happened. He didn't know whether the fairies were watching as he gently transplanted the miniatures to the soil once occupied by their larger cousins. It didn't matter. Given their gluttony, they'd find the miniatures soon enough.

He went back to the greenhouse. One window gave an excellent view of the fake orchids. He sat behind it in a comfortable chair and waited. Soon, he was fast asleep. It was the screams that woke him.

He heard one high-pitched, piping shriek after another. He jumped out of his chair and looked into the garden. He couldn't see any orchids. Instead, he saw the five fairies, who appeared to be doing a violent, jerking dance. He quickly swallowed a predator immuno-drug and checked to make sure that he still had a remote control, crucial to his plan, in his pocket. Next he checked his Tokairo simples, which he kept in another pocket. As he thought, he had the right amount of everything. Then out he went into the garden.

As he got closer, the picture got clearer. Not only were the fairies screaming, their faces were white with shock, fear, and pain. The reason was obvious: each girl's breasts were wrapped in a tangle of stinging faybane tendrils. They frantically jerked back and forth, tearing desperately at the tendrils with their hands. It did no good: for each tendril they ripped away, two more shot up to take its place. The tendrils were emerging from the big white faybane sacs, of course; these lay on the ground near the girls' feet and kept up a rhythmic pulsing as they pumped their poison into each victim.

Soon, the unlucky fays all fell, sobbing and kicking, to the ground. They were now pretty nearly helpless. Knowing that they no longer posed a threat, Tatsu quickly consumed the necessary Tokairo simples. Within seconds, he had shrunk to the size of a squirrel—or, rather, to the size of a flower fairy. He walked now towards Bambi, whose previous actions had marked her as the ringleader.

When he'd come within ten paces of her thrashing, squirming body, he halted, dumbstruck. Even with a face wet and swollen from crying, she was a beauty! It occurred to him that green was a lovely color for a lady's hair; why didn't more women think so? He got a grip on himself and advanced a few more steps. At this point, Bambi raised her feet to puncture him with her sharp heels. She was still woozy, however, from the faybane's venom; so it was an easy matter for him to dash forward, grasp her legs, and hold them down.

"Let go! Let go!" she cried. But Tatsu had other things in mind. Sitting on her calves to keep her legs in place, he took hold of her panties ("Ahhh, green!") with both hands and, as quickly as he could, worked them down to her knees. A delicate pink slit was thereby revealed, surmounted by a lovely half-diamond, green like the hair on her head ("Ahhh!"). Then he scrambled back very quickly, pulling the underpants past her feet as he went. She squealed indignantly and fell into a tantrum of violent, pointless kicking. "Boy," said Tatsu, "fly-girl get mighty kicky when hammer drop!"

It was a strain, but the old man then did the same thing to the others. Each had a dainty, color-coordinated muff. Each fussed and kicked, but it was no use. When he had stripped them all, he sniffed their panties ("Ahhh!"), dropped them in a heap, and lay down to catch his breath.

After he had recovered, the wily gardener spoke, loudly enough for all to hear: "Whoo! It is as I am thinking: you each got pretty pussy in pretty, scented package. I the one open package. Rule for girl fays: man who take your panty down—be he husband, master, catcher—you got to do what he say."

"W-we will do what you say!" said Bambi, though clearly the thought pained her.

"Y-yes, we'll obey you!" said Lulu.

"And g-give our bodies to you . . . ." said Nana.

" . . . and our magic," added Chloe.

" . . . and anything else you'd like," concluded Mitzie.

"Oh, you bad girls cute," said Tatsu, "but kinda dumb. Can't give what already taken. Thanks to faybane sting you big-time, I got your bodies, and your magic, and anything else—to do with whatever I want. But you right about one thing: you will obey."

"Y-yes we will!" .

"We'll be your w-wives . . . ."

"Your s-slaves . . . ."

"Whatever you desire . . . ."

"Anything at all."

"What I want, you soon see." With these words, he began to draw Bambi's legs apart. At first she raised her feet again, as if to resist, but he said: "Uh uh; no kicky stuff while Tatsu working! Kick later; that is order!" Whimpering, she submitted. Then he slipped a finger into her vagina. How delightfully tight she was! He had to work back and forth a few times, but at last she was moist enough for him to get another finger in.

"It hurts!" she cried. "It hurts!"

Tatsu withdrew his fingers and saw that they were slick with blood as well as fay honey. "Awww, way of the world, girly-fly. Sooner, later, like it or not, magic girls gotta get broken. (Something that bitch Atsuko gonna learn, but that another story.) Could've been nice fairy boy done it to you, but you had to mess with Tatsu. He your husband now, your master now. Too bad for you." And he worked his fingers back in, this time with greater vigor.

After yelping a few more times, she stricken girl composed herself enough to say: "It doesn't have to be b-bad, does it? I mean, if you just stay this size, we can do anything for you a human wife could, and then some. Why h-hurt us when you can use us?"

"Sorry harpy-girl. You fuck with Tatsu's livelihood—you pay." He scrutinized her dishonored slit and her trembling hips. She was on the edge, but so far had resisted falling off. "Now let me see," he said. "You wet, and blooded; but you not come yet. How to help that? I know." And he leaned forward and bit her, hard, on her cunt.

Her scream then was long, and shrill, and desolate. The other girls shrieked with her. And it worked! She began to kick again, and this time the fay liquor actually spurted from her with each thrust of her legs. He then gave the same treatment to the others, and reaped a rich harvest of tears and bloody honey.

After the screams, and the struggles, and the forced climaxes, they just lay there, quietly moaning. Tatsu sniffed his fingers, then greedily licked them off. "Mmmmmmm," he said. "One part sassafras, one part lobster bisque. No wonder spider love you so!"

"Sp-spider?" said one of the girls.

"Yes, spider. But spider dime a dozen here in Tatsu's Garden. Need special spider. Called Peruvian Fatamorganivore. He and faybane got deal going: scientist call it sym-bi-o-sis. Faybane good catcher, not good killer. Fatamorganivore slow, sluggish, can't catch worth diddly. But his venom—ahhh, it turn pretty fay-girl into pretty dead fay-girl every time. So they get together: faybane catch, spider kill—then split proceeds."

Seeing horrified perplexity in the girls' faces, he paused and said: "You not know any of this? Of course not. Your grandparents come up north to land of opportunity, not want to frighten with story of back home. So faybane and Fatamorganivore new to you, eh? Well, I always say to young folk: don't give up on old country all the way; old knowledge come in handy."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his remote. "Now Fatamorganivore almost blind. Go by sense of smell: love fay honey, love blood, love (whatyoucall?) pheromones. Faybane help with all that, but this time I get jump on faybane—'cause it so much fun." He pushed a button, which sent a radio signal to the cage he'd secreted about fifty feet away. In response, the door to the cage snapped open. "Won't be long now." He prudently withdrew to the shelter of a nearby geranium. (He had taken the immuno-drug, but it was finicky; and who knew how a foreign predator would react?)

He had an excellent view. The girls trembled, and kicked, and wept. "Please, Tatsu, please!" they sobbed. "Anything at all! Anything! We're yours now, we're yours! Oh dear God, please!"

"Ahhhhh," said Tatsu to himself, rubbing his hands in anticipation. "I love it when they cry!"

It took a while, but the entrée was worth the wait. Five Fatamorganivores appeared, each as big as a medium–size frying pan. They looked something like tarantulas, only larger, and with jet-black fur. They converged slowly, with a kind of undisturbed dignity, on the now hysterically screaming fairies.

As if by agreement, each picked out a victim, then grasped her madly squirming legs and forced them back as far as they could go. Then, with surprising speed for such slow-moving beasts, the spiders snapped their heads down, and sharp fangs punched into each already wounded pussy. The girls shrieked, of course, as the fangs plunged into them and released their venom: it was a strangely unearthly wailing, unlike anything Tatsu had yet heard that day.

More frantic kicking and thrusting now, as the venom shook the captured girls from crown to toe. They spurted again, and again, and again. Excited to the point of frenzy, the spiders eagerly sponged up the sweet-smelling discharge with their soft mouth-parts. At last, the luckless fays appeared to have shot their bolts. They moaned softly, and occasionally kicked--but that was all. They dwelt now on the hazy border between life and death.

Now the spiders began to feed in earnest. It was very different from the feeding of other arachnids, and Tatsu emerged from the shelter of his geranium to get a better look. From the mouth of each beast a sort of proboscis emerged, looking very much like a transparent drinking straw with a sharp tip. This was then forced into the victim's pussy. Soon the proboscis began to draw a red stream of liquid up into the spider's mouth. After a few minutes, the red stream became a cloudy pink; a few minutes after that, it turned clear. The spiders were draining every bit of fluid from the girls' bodies! Toward the end, the victims all gave a few last, hard kicks, whimpered resignedly, and were still.

The spiders, it turned out, were good symbiotes. Each went to the appropriate faybane and slipped its proboscis into a fold in the plant's sac. Now liquid was pumped downward. From the time it all took, Tatsu later estimated that the spiders had given their accomplices exactly half of the fay fluid.

Soon everyone had fed. The spiders lumbered off. The faybanes released their now-dead captives and once again pretended to be orchids. Tatsu walked over to the five bodies. They were transparent shells now, crystalline in appearance. He reached down to touch one of them, and it crumbled instantly into tiny shards. "Whooooo," he said. "Far fuckin' out!" Then he ate the required simples and returned to his normal size.