Tink: Revenge of the Pixie

Kay Brandt
9 mins read
Published over 2 years ago

Somewhere in the depths of our imagination, where the last shred of childhood still lurks, a profoundly abundant place exists—Never Land. It is an island sanctuary, undisturbed by adults, and overrun with rambunctious lost boys. It floats in a precious far-off world as a marvelous, magical land filled with treasure—both organic and pirated. 

There is a brilliant little pixie, Tink, fluttering about, energized by a pure and eternal love for one courageous lost boy, Peter. He's the freckled-face, chosen-one, saved as an infant and raised as a native. No one ever thought Peter would want to escape from Never Land, or grow up, but on this night, Peter made his true intentions perfectly clear. A bristling breeze rustles through the weathered hut where Tink sleeps. She awakens with a chill, but it’s not from the tropical midnight air. Peter’s bed is empty again. His disappearances are becoming more frequent and worrisome. He tells no one where he's going, and when he is gone, the island is unprotected from invaders. Peter has an adventurous spirit, no doubt, but his previous private journeys were few and fast. For several nights in a row now, he's been missing with no explanation upon his return. Tink flutters over his blanket, searching for any clue, finding nothing unusual. Anxiety overcomes her and she quickly sets out to find him. Years ago, when Peter first arrived on the island, she would find the lost boy scared and hiding in the forbidden dark regions. If it hadn’t been for her undying love, Peter might not have survived, even in a wondrous habitat such as Never Land. He's always been on the hit list for kidnapping, and is hated by the pirates. Having grown into the leader of the lost boys, his irresponsible behavior should be put in check for the betterment of all. Tink buzzes around the island, looking in all the familiar spots, yet he is nowhere to be found.

Returning to the hut, Tink discovers Peter, sneaking into his bed, believing he's been undetected. The scent of something otherworldly is diffused on his skin. She is sickened by the powdery smell, like a poison infiltrating her delicate senses. Peter glows with peculiar radiance. He has aged overnight, suddenly appearing not as her boy, but as a young man, beaming with purpose. The pixie confronts him, wanting answers. In a hot rush of heart-wrenching honesty, Peter confesses his love for a woman—his most special one. Longing to be by her side, he's made a decision to leave the island forever. He’s done with being a lost boy and leading the other brats who refuse to grow up. No amount of fairy dust, magic spells or desperate pleas can keep him hostage in a land he has outgrown.

Tink is devastated, pouring her powerful pixie energy over him like a golden cage. She should be Peter's most special one—the one who loved him first! He declares he can't be kept from going back to the world in which he came. It's where he and the boys truly belong after all, and if they had any brains, they would follow him there. Before Tink can get a harsh word in edgewise, Peter is gone in a flash, leaving behind the echo of this other woman's name. The ending vowel resonates in her ears as the worst sound she's ever heard. The boy she rescued from death, the one she would have given her own life for, has ditched her for some bitch named Wendy. Not to be treated like a piece of meaningless junk, Tink blazes after him. 

In a whirlwind of anger, she zooms through the ethereal layers of light and darkness, landing upon the site of his betrayal—the place where Wendy lives. Standing on the windowsill, she nauseatingly sees Peter and Wendy locked in a lover’s embrace, safely in her room. Tink kicks the locked window open, shattering the glass as the pane smacks against the wall. The look in Peter’s eyes sends her flying backwards. She is an unwanted intruder. He protects Wendy’s delicate frame with his own strong, virile body. Tink sees Wendy as a pathetic invader disguised as an innocent. She's blindingly aware this is the girl who has stolen Peter’s affections. Wendy is the one who has taken her boy and made him into a virtual stranger. How can he want someone as flat and shapeless as her? She is a pretty nineteen years with an obvious sincerity, but nothing for Peter to forgo the wonders of Never Land for. Perhaps he has been blinded by Wendy’s earthy prowess and needs a clear reminder of what is best for him? 

In a radiant display of feminine glory she emanates what has held his fascination for eons and enlarges her body into a full size woman. The curvy, sensual, undeniable beauty of Tink shines brightly in their undaunted faces with little effect. Peter isn’t budging as Wendy holds tight to his chiseled arms. Tink flaunts herself, sending tantalizing vibrations in their direction, primarily at Wendy. The spell is potent and Wendy is drawn into Tink’s radiant aura. 

Peter is stunned, watching Wendy move towards his childhood playmate. Face to face with the gentle virgin, the teasing fairy brushes her lips against her mouth, giving a taste of what Peter could feed upon if he wanted to. Totally under the influence, Wendy eagerly opens her mouth, accepting the tip of Tink’s tongue, then intertwining it with her own. The two kiss deliciously, moving their hips in a perfect, synchronized sway, inviting Peter to slide in between, and enjoy them both. Peter can’t move, entranced by this mind-bending vision of the two sides of his soul, coming together in an ecstatic display. 

Tink looks to Peter, seeing tears of distress in his eyes. His indecision so uncharacteristic of the warrior boy she reveres, and it fills her with disgust. Before he can stop her, Wendy’s silky locks are ripped from her head by Tink’s tight, angry fists. Wendy’s screams disrupt the spell. Peter lunges into action, saving his mortal paramour. He thrusts Tink aside, landing her atop a table covered in shards of glass. She leaks droplets of pixie lust and nurses the fresh wounds. Peter stands over her in total disillusionment. He grabs the fairy, taking her to the broken window, shaking as he musters his will. Adrenaline surges through his veins, arm lifting high before catapulting Tink far into the stratosphere. Sealing his fate with this show of hate, the celestial portal that once granted Peter unimaginable freedom, closes. Tink does her best to break the seal, but she is unable to penetrate back into the world she’s been cast out from. Left with no choice, she heads back to Never Land, enraged with the unstoppable need for scorned revenge.

The sunrise warps and melds over the island as Tink blazes in. Her heart cold upon arrival, she instantly breaks the magic that binds Never Land in a timeless state. The corrosion of the spell forces every lost boy on the island to spontaneously age in a chaotic growth spurt. Putrid sounds of bones cracking and skin stretching causes them to howl and shriek in overwhelming pain. Tink is unfazed, buzzing into the hut of Peter’s favorite mates, his right and left hand boys, waking as rapidly maturing men. The odd sensation of firm erections at the sight of her is awkward, neither knowing how to handle themselves or their involuntary manhood. 

She was purely the object of playful, boyish fantasies, but now she is a full-sized woman alive with wanton impulses, straddling their groins with emotionless thrusts. She aggressively takes them both, greedily stealing their virginity. Alternating between the two, their bodies tremble from her crude, ruthless acts. Tink doesn't share their pleasure or orgasmic waves. Her heart bleeds, crying static tears over Peter. The static saline sparks tiny flames on her cheeks, falling as fire onto the bucking men beneath her. Too far gone to feel their burning skin, the mates arch their backs in orgasm, exploding in every way. In the throes of ecstasy, they are blown to bits—limbs, torso, spine, and head. Tink is propelled from her lewd acts, right through the thatched roof. The entire hut is torched, burning the next one, and then the entire compound. Embers thrive in the gusty tailwinds stirred up by crazed Tink, landing on lush grounds and tropical trees. She zooms away, in search of her next unknowing victims.

Ripples of panic spread as the inhabitants awaken to the unusual events. Tink rages on, blazing past beloved landmarks where she and Peter spent their days, often privately basking in the beauty of their secluded paradise. Those exquisite yet dead and worthless memories stab her gut. They will never be, not like she once believed. In her wake, the hilltops and climbing rocks reduce to rubble. Mist absorbs the island, dampening her wings. She shrinks to normal size, floating down to visit the others of her breed. Fairies engage in the daily ritual of bathing naked under a peaceful waterfall, blissfully unaware. Tink’s erratic energy sends sizzling streams towards the dainty ones, and she reveals her pretty pinkness. Seeing her pearly crotch spread open makes them twitch and giggle in response. Tink is known for being wild, but not an exhibitionist. She traces along the top of the water, mesmerizing them with an erotic dance, glittering and glistening. The fairies are entertained with her wicked game, getting turned on. Butterfly kisses are given and exchanged amongst the group, brushing wings, and lapping at their lusciousness. Tink continues to dance on water, encouraging them to touch, which they do, all over. Within minutes, the fairies are wrapped up in a high-intensity orgy. Interlocking in a juicy chain, the lovers set off turbulent vibrations into the water, causing the massive waterfalls to reverse direction, and spurt into the air. The frantically gyrating, mystical creatures don't see the freak and ferocious hailstorm heading down upon them. They are beaten down, pelted and smashed, then buried deep into the pulsating streams of electrical current that was their serene lake. Drowned in abhorrent clumps, Tink is horrifyingly exhilarated by the thrill of destruction. She allows herself to continue, skyrocketing above the dense fog, feeling devious and potent. Scratch marks cover her, the scars of a sinful battle that she alone is leading.

In the Dolphin’s sanctuary lay the mermaids and mermen, basking in the sun, enjoying the decadence of their existence. Their angelic human aspects fused with the mysterious grace of Neptune. Tink prepares for a grand seduction, still reverberating from her stealthy acts of merciless annihilation. They greet her with palpable wanting, desirous for the naughty pixie, swinging her sexy legs around the stem of a water lily, creating a nasty, scintillating hum of building friction. Her sickest performance saved for her most favorite beings, as she rubs on their glimmering gills, pouring out a near lethal dose of her savored dust on them. Captivated, they swirl into a whirlpool of dangerous, sexual depths. Lured into penetrating her luscious openings with a quickening pace, they are seized as prisoners of the explicit deviant that Tink has become. Eyes sealed shut, the bewitching effect of an orgasm shared by land and sea, heaven and hell, is unleashed. They cry out in rapture with volcanic force.

Then, in a horrendous moment, there is rocking and rumbling—the first stages of a violent quake. Tink opens her eyes to see the mermaids and mermen mutating into putrid creatures who exist in the murkiest ocean basins. Their gills spike, molding pristine bodies into gelatinous, stinging masses. Facial features bulging, and teeth rotting, the final monstrous phase turns their hair into crusted, filthy barnacle. Horror strikes Tink’s blistered and battered heart. The creatures shriek, reaching for her, desperate for the fairy to reverse her evil destruction. The dormant island volcano gurgles to life, belching ancient lava. In a bizarre flash of reality, the mermaids and mermen reveal their purest self, the beautiful ones she adores and loves. Desperately needing to save them, she forces her will, enduring utmost agony to muster whatever magic hasn't spoiled within her. As convicted as she felt in ruining their world, the guilt and sadness now stabs her soul. The futile attempt to rescue the island was worth giving her life, for their sake.

A light haze of magic plumes from her, and for a split second, there is hope, but then her legs are pulled, throwing her to the infested ground. Creatures more powerful than a silly pixie's fury have manifested, suckling at her feet with tentacles, squeezing her entire body. Her life force draining, she nearly accepts her fate, ready to die with those she has betrayed. The quake rattles and rolls, setting forth a massive tidal wave that pulls the monstrous beings under. Suddenly, Tink is released, her ripped wings fluttering hard and fast. Lava and ash fill the burnt sky as the island is engulfed by the rising sea. She kicks and flails, her broken wings pumping madly to gain lift and speed. Vision blurring with insanity, she rises up with the volcano's gust, darting erratically from debris. Looking down at what's left of her home, she beholds the effects of her catastrophic destruction. From her gut, the last morsel of undying love for Peter needs to be expelled, and is turned into a fiery cannonball—flung directly at what remains of Never Land. It smacks into the pit of the island—the origin from which this protected, powerful, magical place was birthed. At first, only silence, as if time was standing still. Then, a frightening sound, like a thousand souls being sucked into oblivion, echoes as the cannonball detonates. The island dissolves, and is gone. 

In silence, Tink hovers, observing the aftermath, before flying off in absolute satisfaction.

KB
Written by
Kay Brandt

Kay Brandt is a seductive storyteller, award-winning adult filmmaker, and bestselling author, delivering a passionate blend of story and explicit, graphic content. Some of her most notable works include "The World of Cherry" e-book series, which has gone on to become the biggest budget lesbian adult films ever made. Since their release in 2011, they have been deemed erotic classics.