Bondage Fairies Fan Fiction ❯ Looking ❯ Looking ( Chapter 1 )
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By: WotanAnubis 
Pamila finds herself forced to think about who she is and what that means about her relationship with Pfil.
Anime/Manga: Bondage Fairies Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 03.25.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Pamila finds herself forced to think about who she is and what that means about her relationship with Pfil.
Anime/Manga: Bondage Fairies Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 03.25.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
TITLE: Looking (1/1)
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: Not owning these characters, not making a profit.
RATING: T
PARING: Pfil/Pamila
* * * * *
Pamila sat kneeling on the bank of a small lake. The sand was staining her otherwise
shiny leather boots and prickling her skin. She hardly noticed it. She hardly noticed
anything, except the thing she held in her hand. . .
. . . which she threw up in the sky where it caught the light for a moment before
falling back and landing safely in Pamila’s palm.
It was ring. A very ordinary little ring. It had no gems or diamonds, no intricate
engravings, it wasn’t even remotely magical. It was just a band to be worn around a
finger. But it meant a lot.
Pamila flipped the ring up into the air again and caught it again.
It was a strange idea. As far as Pamila could tell it was some kind of human concept
Pfil had learned from a pack of rats (who, amazingly enough, hadn’t tried to rape her
or even leered at her. Perhaps they had been gay rats). Pamila had forgot the name or
the whole stupid ritual that was supposed to go along with it, but she remembered
what it *meant*.
Stay with me forever.
For a brief moment, the ring reflected sunlight as it was thrown up again.
Stay with me forever.
It was a difficult concept for Pamila to comprehend. True, she loved Pfil and she
loved having sex with her and she was prepared to sacrifice quite a lot of things if
it meant Pfil would keep having sex with her, but still she wasn’t really in a
relationship with Pfil. Relationships happened to other people, not to sluts like
Pamila.
Pamila threw the ring up and caught it again.
And that was the whole problem, wasn’t it? Pamila wasn’t much of a long-term thinker.
She took life one fuck at a time. She never made Plans, she never Looked To The
Future. The closest she’d ever come was thinking about how to get sex as quickly as
possible whenever she wasn’t having it.
Simply put, Pamila was a slut and a nymphomaniac. She’d known that for a long time
and had never had any problems with it. After all, everyone is looking for a little
fun in their lives and sex is about as fun as it can get.
The ring made its short arc through the air again.
And now Pfil wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. Why? Yes, she knew Pfil
loved her and she was pretty sure she loved Pfil as well and, OK, so far Pfil was
the only person she’d ever met who she could consider more than a friend to have
sex with, but still. . .
Spend the rest of her life with her.
She didn’t know what to make of the thought. It didn’t really frighten her. She
wasn’t particularly scared about being tied down by Pfil and not getting away from
her ever again. She was even surprisingly OK with not screwing anyone other than
Pfil ever again, but. . .
Pfil could do better than her.
Pamila flipped the ring up into the air.
There. She’d thought it. When it came right down to it she simply could not love
Pfil the way she deserved. Pfil was. . . was beautiful and innocent and pure and
she *deserved* someone whose love was equally pure, not the kind of perverted
dedicated lust that Pamila offered her.
She could fly away. Go to some other forest, return to her life of non-stop sex and
give Pfil a chance to find someone worthy of her. It would be the right thing to do.
Pamila looked up at the sparkling waves. The ring weighed heavily in her hand and the
water was deep.
-----
Pfil paced up and down inside her nest, wondering if she’d done the right thing. It
had all sounded so very romantic, two people promising to spend the rest of their
lives together. She’d thought that, well, she’d *hoped* that Pamila would’ve been
all happy and everything. She hadn’t really expected her girlfriend to just give her
a nervous grin and chuckle uncomfortably before flying off, muttering something about
having to think about things.
She hoped she hadn’t ruined everything, but the cold leaden feeling in her stomach
wasn’t very comforting.
The inside of the nest darkened. Pfil looked up and saw Pamila standing in the
entrance. She opened her hand, showing the ring.
“I came to give this back to you.”
“Pamila?”
“I, uh, I think I should be going now,” said Pamila.
“What?” said Pfil. “Go? Go where?”
“Away.”
“A-away? Why?”
Pamila looked uncomfortable. “Because I’m just not good enough for you all right?”
Pfil fluttered to Pamila and took both her hands into her own. “What makes you say
that?”
“What makes me say that?” Pamila said incredulously. “You *do* know me right? I’m
probably the only woman in existence who’s completely incapable of being raped and I
constantly try to pressure you into having sex with me.”
“So?”
“*So*?” said Pamila. “Pfil, I’m *bad* for you, OK? I’m a slut. And if we spend the
rest of our lives together I’ll only drag you down.”
“I don’t care. I love you.”
“Pfil, you should. . .”
Pamila couldn’t complete her sentence, since Pfil’s lips were suddenly on her own.
Pamila reacted almost instinctively, pulling Pfil’s small body towards her, sliding
her tongue into Pfil’s mouth, reaching up and starting to undo Pfil’s dres. . .
Pamila froze and pulled away. She leaned against a wall, shivering and horny, wanting
Pfil’s body above all else, except for one thing.
Pfil solemnly undid the other strings of her dress and let the garment fall to the
ground. She hadn’t been wearing anything underneath. Pamila looked away, every cell
in her body screaming at her. She could feel the warmth of Pfil’s body -Pfil’s
beautiful, naked body- get closer to her and could feel the other fairy’s breath on
her neck.
“Make to love to me.”
“Pfil. . .”
“I don’t care what you say Pamila,” Pfil said. “But I love you and I know you love
me. That’s good enough, isn’t it?”
“But. . .”
Pfil kissed her again and the last little remnants of Pamila’s resolve melted.
“This isn’t going to last, you know,” Pamila whispered. “Tomorrow I’ll just be my
usual horny self again and I’ll do my best to get you naked as often as possible.”
“I know,” said Pfil.
“So why are. . .”
“Because I love you.”
Pfil knelt down on the floor, pulling Pamila down with her. She kissed her again.
Pamila put her hands on Pfil’s shoulders and gently pushed her back.
-----
Pamila sat in the doorway of the nest and watched the sun come up behind the trees.
She hadn’t even noticed that it had gone down; she’d had other things on her mind.
Somehow, last night may very well have been the best night of her life and, funnily
enough, she hadn’t had a single orgasm. Pfil had had plenty though, but the absolute
best part of the night had been when Pfil had been completely exhausted, panting
heavily and had snuggled up real close to Pamila. Normally, Pamila would’ve taken
that opportunity to start playing with Pfil again because she was always prepared to
go that extra orgasm. But now, or then, just holding her close and kind of enjoying
the fact that she was there had been the more fulfilling option.
Pamila looked at the ring in her hand and threw it up into the air as if she was
tossing a coin. Then she carefully put the ring around her finger. Since Pamila was
still wearing her elbow-length black gloves it looked completely ridiculous and out
of place. But that didn’t matter, because it felt like it was exactly in the right
place.
Pamila looked over her shoulder. Pfil was still quietly asleep and very, very naked.
Pamila grinned with mischievous intent and fluttered back into the nest.
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: Not owning these characters, not making a profit.
RATING: T
PARING: Pfil/Pamila
* * * * *
Pamila sat kneeling on the bank of a small lake. The sand was staining her otherwise
shiny leather boots and prickling her skin. She hardly noticed it. She hardly noticed
anything, except the thing she held in her hand. . .
. . . which she threw up in the sky where it caught the light for a moment before
falling back and landing safely in Pamila’s palm.
It was ring. A very ordinary little ring. It had no gems or diamonds, no intricate
engravings, it wasn’t even remotely magical. It was just a band to be worn around a
finger. But it meant a lot.
Pamila flipped the ring up into the air again and caught it again.
It was a strange idea. As far as Pamila could tell it was some kind of human concept
Pfil had learned from a pack of rats (who, amazingly enough, hadn’t tried to rape her
or even leered at her. Perhaps they had been gay rats). Pamila had forgot the name or
the whole stupid ritual that was supposed to go along with it, but she remembered
what it *meant*.
Stay with me forever.
For a brief moment, the ring reflected sunlight as it was thrown up again.
Stay with me forever.
It was a difficult concept for Pamila to comprehend. True, she loved Pfil and she
loved having sex with her and she was prepared to sacrifice quite a lot of things if
it meant Pfil would keep having sex with her, but still she wasn’t really in a
relationship with Pfil. Relationships happened to other people, not to sluts like
Pamila.
Pamila threw the ring up and caught it again.
And that was the whole problem, wasn’t it? Pamila wasn’t much of a long-term thinker.
She took life one fuck at a time. She never made Plans, she never Looked To The
Future. The closest she’d ever come was thinking about how to get sex as quickly as
possible whenever she wasn’t having it.
Simply put, Pamila was a slut and a nymphomaniac. She’d known that for a long time
and had never had any problems with it. After all, everyone is looking for a little
fun in their lives and sex is about as fun as it can get.
The ring made its short arc through the air again.
And now Pfil wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. Why? Yes, she knew Pfil
loved her and she was pretty sure she loved Pfil as well and, OK, so far Pfil was
the only person she’d ever met who she could consider more than a friend to have
sex with, but still. . .
Spend the rest of her life with her.
She didn’t know what to make of the thought. It didn’t really frighten her. She
wasn’t particularly scared about being tied down by Pfil and not getting away from
her ever again. She was even surprisingly OK with not screwing anyone other than
Pfil ever again, but. . .
Pfil could do better than her.
Pamila flipped the ring up into the air.
There. She’d thought it. When it came right down to it she simply could not love
Pfil the way she deserved. Pfil was. . . was beautiful and innocent and pure and
she *deserved* someone whose love was equally pure, not the kind of perverted
dedicated lust that Pamila offered her.
She could fly away. Go to some other forest, return to her life of non-stop sex and
give Pfil a chance to find someone worthy of her. It would be the right thing to do.
Pamila looked up at the sparkling waves. The ring weighed heavily in her hand and the
water was deep.
-----
Pfil paced up and down inside her nest, wondering if she’d done the right thing. It
had all sounded so very romantic, two people promising to spend the rest of their
lives together. She’d thought that, well, she’d *hoped* that Pamila would’ve been
all happy and everything. She hadn’t really expected her girlfriend to just give her
a nervous grin and chuckle uncomfortably before flying off, muttering something about
having to think about things.
She hoped she hadn’t ruined everything, but the cold leaden feeling in her stomach
wasn’t very comforting.
The inside of the nest darkened. Pfil looked up and saw Pamila standing in the
entrance. She opened her hand, showing the ring.
“I came to give this back to you.”
“Pamila?”
“I, uh, I think I should be going now,” said Pamila.
“What?” said Pfil. “Go? Go where?”
“Away.”
“A-away? Why?”
Pamila looked uncomfortable. “Because I’m just not good enough for you all right?”
Pfil fluttered to Pamila and took both her hands into her own. “What makes you say
that?”
“What makes me say that?” Pamila said incredulously. “You *do* know me right? I’m
probably the only woman in existence who’s completely incapable of being raped and I
constantly try to pressure you into having sex with me.”
“So?”
“*So*?” said Pamila. “Pfil, I’m *bad* for you, OK? I’m a slut. And if we spend the
rest of our lives together I’ll only drag you down.”
“I don’t care. I love you.”
“Pfil, you should. . .”
Pamila couldn’t complete her sentence, since Pfil’s lips were suddenly on her own.
Pamila reacted almost instinctively, pulling Pfil’s small body towards her, sliding
her tongue into Pfil’s mouth, reaching up and starting to undo Pfil’s dres. . .
Pamila froze and pulled away. She leaned against a wall, shivering and horny, wanting
Pfil’s body above all else, except for one thing.
Pfil solemnly undid the other strings of her dress and let the garment fall to the
ground. She hadn’t been wearing anything underneath. Pamila looked away, every cell
in her body screaming at her. She could feel the warmth of Pfil’s body -Pfil’s
beautiful, naked body- get closer to her and could feel the other fairy’s breath on
her neck.
“Make to love to me.”
“Pfil. . .”
“I don’t care what you say Pamila,” Pfil said. “But I love you and I know you love
me. That’s good enough, isn’t it?”
“But. . .”
Pfil kissed her again and the last little remnants of Pamila’s resolve melted.
“This isn’t going to last, you know,” Pamila whispered. “Tomorrow I’ll just be my
usual horny self again and I’ll do my best to get you naked as often as possible.”
“I know,” said Pfil.
“So why are. . .”
“Because I love you.”
Pfil knelt down on the floor, pulling Pamila down with her. She kissed her again.
Pamila put her hands on Pfil’s shoulders and gently pushed her back.
-----
Pamila sat in the doorway of the nest and watched the sun come up behind the trees.
She hadn’t even noticed that it had gone down; she’d had other things on her mind.
Somehow, last night may very well have been the best night of her life and, funnily
enough, she hadn’t had a single orgasm. Pfil had had plenty though, but the absolute
best part of the night had been when Pfil had been completely exhausted, panting
heavily and had snuggled up real close to Pamila. Normally, Pamila would’ve taken
that opportunity to start playing with Pfil again because she was always prepared to
go that extra orgasm. But now, or then, just holding her close and kind of enjoying
the fact that she was there had been the more fulfilling option.
Pamila looked at the ring in her hand and threw it up into the air as if she was
tossing a coin. Then she carefully put the ring around her finger. Since Pamila was
still wearing her elbow-length black gloves it looked completely ridiculous and out
of place. But that didn’t matter, because it felt like it was exactly in the right
place.
Pamila looked over her shoulder. Pfil was still quietly asleep and very, very naked.
Pamila grinned with mischievous intent and fluttered back into the nest.