A Pixie’s Quest

CHAPTER 1 New Clothes Do Not Always Fit

Looking out of the window of the Boot to Helm armor shop, at the Science and History of Allvania Museum. The tour guide had begun to lead a large group of fae children into the tall silver ore building. As the last canine fae child holding the hand of their moth fairy teacher entered, Rianne wondered what information it had yet to acquire since the Founding. As in, how did some Human Giants turn to fae, fairy, or pixie? Are there more Beings like them around the world and if so how would we communicate? Why did some Giants stay just human but all fusions shrank? Or why only certain non-human species fused but not others?? What made them compatible for that genetic manipulation? Could it happen again? Will those effects reverse? If they do, will it hurt?

Catching a sparkle from the freckled scales on her ink black face in the windows’ reflective surface. Rianne’s thoughts then wondered towards what it would look like if she were to take on the form of the now extinct damselfly? Or what if she were to look more human than damselfly? What shade would her skin be or if her large starry eyes would shrink as her small body grew? What if she went in the opposite direction? Rianne shuddered and covered her face with one set of hands and wrapped the other set around her waist for comfort. As she fell into dismay at the thought of looking like a scaleless homosapien, she heard a very familiar buzzing behind her. Then a very small Bumblebee Demi Pixie flew extremely close to her face looking at Rianne quizzically.

“Poky! Please do not stare at me like that with those soul stealing orbs of yours. It is super creepy.” Stepping back from the impromptu space invasion Rianne said begrudgingly.

Poky crossed both sets of arms and tsked at her. Then pointing towards the changing room with her antennae. Scrunching up her face, Rianne remembered Cleo was supposed to be getting a new set of travel leathers.

“Oi, are you stuck or something? What is taking you so long, Cleofain?” Rianne called as she slid through the curtains of the changing area, careful not to get her wings caught on them.

“Ugh. Or something!” she snapped as she turned her white furry chest at me.

“Hey! Watch it with those! You’ll black my eye!” Rianne said as she ducked down with a mocking grimace.

“Hmpf. Well being that one of these Boulders is the size of your head. That would be a very real possibility" she giggled, then with a serious face "Speaking of these seemingly ever growing mounds. I think I'm going to have to ask Linda to do a special fitting because this is the largest size and I'm still spilling out the top"

Rianne looked back down at the leaf leather chest piece and Cleo’s n*****s were almost out on display. "Bah! Put those away before poor Poky gets blinded " She exclaimed and looked away as she shielded her eyes in mock modesty.

As Poky tried to crawl out from behind Rianne’s back, she struggled to get through the heavy curtain. Then began to giggle while she rolled her eyes and also hid behind all four of her hands, only to peek through her fingers afterwards. Cleo turned back to the looking glass and pointlessly tried to pull up the leaf leather vest. Yet with her giant jugs she could not get the shoulder straps to attach. That being so ridiculous it caused Rianne to start to guffaw. Which apparently made that moment Poky’s cue to flutter over to Cleo's shoulder and twirl in a black flower petal dress that Rianne had not noticed her wearing before. The dress had a deep dip in the back for wing movement like most garments that were not made for a potential battle. It also showed off a single golden stripe on her small black fuzzy body she could never reach with the charcoal ink. She didn’t like help and it was usually hidden under her usual attire. She had called it a shinobi shozoku.

"If you are not careful Poky, someone might think you are naked " Rianne teased as she smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Poky snapped sharply back around from her self admiration to glare at her. Rianne then felt the familiar Buzz of Poky’s mind speaking, she braced herself as Poky snipped "Keep it up Rianne and I'll lace one of your gin and mosquito blood martinis with laxatives.” She then crosses one set of arms and fitting her other set on her hips.

Rianne put up all four of her hands up in surrender, as she looked back at Cleo's reflection in the polished stone and saw an amused look in her eye.

"Do not laugh at me Miss Bovine fae. It is not my fault Demi Pixies are so sensitive." Rianne snipped and then stuck out her tongue.

Then she suddenly felt a swift breeze pass her head and heard a small tic as one of Poky’s secret daggers hit a bark pole behind her "Oi, that almost hit my antenna Poky” Rianne squealed.

"Oh hush it was just a sleep pin. Besides, you would only be out for a couple of hours” she buzzed.

"Oh yeah, maybe if I was a ten inch Ursus Fae. Especially with how strong you make your poisons" Rianne exclaimed.

The interaction then made Cleo lose her leftover composure entirely. Grabbing her midsection, Cleo had let loose an uncontrollable cackle. With the lack of breath then of course made her moo in the process. Which then in turn made Poky and Rianne go wide eyed, also lose it and burst out laughing hysterically. Bent at the waist Rianne tried to stop her own giggle fest. As she did so it had caused her to bump into Cleo's four and a half inch frame with her small three inch body. Cleo then back pedaled which caused her to trip over her double bladed greataxe and tumble forward back into Rianne. Rianne grabbed hold the curtains as they all fell to the floor with a loud crash.

“What in the nine hells are you girls doing back there? " Mira, a German Shepherd Canine Fae and the shop’s owner, called as she stomped into the dressing area. As she turned the corner she laid eyes on the three of them tangled in mountain curtains, arms and weapons on the floor.

Mira sighed, then pinched the bridge of her nose and through gritted teeth said "If you three were not my best and most loyal customers I'd call the Street Guard and have you permanently removed from my shop. Nevertheless, since that is in fact the case, all the items you purchase next are going to be double the price, for the foreseeable future ."

As she walked away Cleo uttered under her breath a “damn it.” Poky and Rianne quietly giggled as they untangled and got to their feet. Then as Rianne looked up from dusting off her pants, she had the unfortunate luck of being greeted with four very large and extremely bare fury breasts. She did the only thing that her very surprised pixie brain could think of at that precise moment. She covered as much of Cleo’s breasts as she possibly could with her hands. Which was basically just n*****s, as Cleo’s big beautiful Molten Chocolate colored eyes go round with surprise. Cleo looked down still stunned with surprise. She blinked twice and then suddenly a mischievous smirk crossed her face. As she held that smirk she straightened her back which caused her giant mounds of flesh to stick out just a little bit more. Cleo then teased "Well, well, Rianne I didn't know you fluttered this way."

Instantly Rianne got irritated at Cleo’s unappreciation of her help, though unintentionally a pervy move. She then simply latched hold of one of her n*****s and initiated a purple nurple. Cleo let out a small pained moo, as she grabbed hold of her breast in a protective manner. Rubbing it as she muttered an “ouchie” under her breath.

As Rianne turned towards their mess she grumbled "Hurry and put those milk monsters away. So we can pay a little of our ever growing debt to Mira.”

After they cleaned up the Boot to Helm, bought new armor pieces and scheduled Cleo's fitting, they decided to go to The Minnow Scale tavern for lunch. As they sat down at a round polished oak-bark table and ordered their usual Rianne noticed the tavern had a lot of new faces. It caused her to pause with a strange nagging feeling of foreboding. Shaking the feeling from her wings when a small clunk sounded as a Demi pixie sized chair and table was set on the larger table by an Owlfly Pixie. After a few minutes their food had arrived in the same silent manner. Rianne caught a scar peeking out the top of his green button down shirt right where his vocal cords were located. “The only Beings who had those kinds of scars were ex-slaves. He looks good for his age” Rianne thought to herself. The slaves were part of an underground Low Pixie organization that had been eradicated sixty years ago. She looked away before he noticed and said a silent prayer of gratitude for those who came before her. As she picked up her aphid burger and right before she started to dig in she had a feeling crawl across her skin like she was being watched. She looked up and saw Cleo give her a disgusted look. With a smirk she opened wide, took a very large bite and let the meat juice drip down her chin.

Horrified, Cleo asked “how can you even eat that? Are you not part bug? Shouldn’t that be considered cannibalism? "

Rianne wiped the grease from her face and took a swig of her Elderberry beer. Then with a satisfied sigh she answered “Because it's delicious. I am a pixie not a bug, so that is insulting. Also the "bug part” is a completely different species. Technically speaking I’m part insect, so no, not at all cannibalism. And just because you are a plant eater does not make it a good reason to pick at my dietary needs. Besides, at least my meal is well-rounded."

They both looked at Poky as she stuffed her face with pollen cake and sneakily poured illegal royal jelly into the bee sized pitcher of honey mead. Their faces scrunched up as they stuck their tongues out in a mock gagging motion. They both then went back to our own meals.

Cleo crunched into her house salad with Alfalfa vinaigrette and sipped at her white wheat ale before she made the comment “This at least is way better than the palace rations they give us guards at the mess hall. I'd deal with having to watch your carnivore come out for this ale alone”

“Yeah it is too bad that our schedules only get us out all together one day of the month now. So I’m glad we all had an extra free day today. Apprenticeship has me so busy that I can barely keep up. Penmanship Class has us repeat writing in between messages on our volunteer days. Oh and don't get me started on how boring Joel's extra lectures have gotten. Like I get it, you were the Queen's Royal messenger for sixty years. That does not mean he needs to use one of those experiences as an example for every single lesson. Not to mention I’ve heard most of them since I was a little nymph” Rianne said getting a little worked up.

“At least you get to go around the palace delivering you little notes. That is so much better than having to stand at a door and wait for the person you are guarding to leave to the next closed door, if you're that lucky. Oh and did I mention that I am now guarding Sebastian's door.” Cleo replied calmly.

" You are guarding the Duke of Dark Moody and Brooding? How is Mr grumpy thorax?" Rianne asked after a long drink from her beer to calm herself.

" I wouldn't know. Now that I'm one of his guards he rarely speaks to me. And if he does, it is usually to ask the small one word response questions. If you don't count the Duke Sebastian title part." Cleo tisked.

" Hmm, sounds like he needs to sneak out more. " Risnne said simply.

“What?! When?! How do you know he sneaks out?!” Cleo exclaimed.

"Oh, just from our little midnight assassin over there. She has been playing spy for the past 6 months, thanks to her new “job”. And only when she gets tired of hiding in my hair during my lessons" Rianne nonchalantly answered.

"Poky, you little sneak. Wait, why haven't you come to hang out with me then?" Cleo slightly dejected, asked.

"Um, because your job is more boring than Rianne’s Apprentice lessons" Poky matter of factly buzzed. "Sebastian and Alexander’s sneaking out adventures are way more entertaining than either of your things. Especially when they get caught sneaking back in by their mothers’ spies. The Queen's face is such a dreary shade of purple but it goes a bright magenta when she is really mad. Hilarious. I actually almost got caught once, trying not to laugh out loud. That is also why you specifically were assigned to guard him. She thought he would stop if it was a friend’s job on the line. Which didn’t really work until a short while ago" she ended with a small giggle.

Our eyes grew big as we looked at her "Sabby got Xander to sneak out to?!” Cleo asked, shocked, as my jaw practically hit the floor.

"Actually most times it is the Crown Prince's idea" Poky buzzed as she happily inhaled the rest of her cake and mead. She patted her full belly and sighed with satisfaction.

"So then why have they stopped all of a sudden” inquired Rianne.

"Not completely sure. Something happened on our day off last month, so I missed it. I have been trying to spy out some information. However no one is talking about it directly. Even the maids' gossip vine doesn’t have anything but questions. So, whatever it was, it was shut down quickly and quietly.” Poky buzzed slightly irritated.

“Ok, so what does that mean “ Cleo asked

“That means whatever it is, is probably big and important or dangerously embarrassing?” Poky buzzed, shrugging.

Dumbfounded they sat back and quietly contemplated until the Time Bells tolled for three o’clock. Rianne huffed with exasperation and then said “Well I'm going to go order mom's dinner. Poky please go with Cleo and see if you can help her with that hair of hers, for tonight. I'll meet the two of you after I go see mom and pick out what I’m going to wear. We should leave around 8, so we can get to Luna's by 9. I'll even splurge a little and get a beetle buggy, so our shoes are less dusty this time."

"Ooh I have the perfect idea for her” Poky excitedly buzzed as they started to stack our dishes in the center of the table.

“ What’s wrong with my hair?" Cleo asked, as she touched her braid, slightly embarrassed.

"You mean that sorry excuse for a French braid that looks like a bundle of frizz and a dirty sheep’s tail at the bottom?" Poky pointedly buzzed as they walked out the door.

Rianne giggled to herself as she gathered up their dishes, waved off the bus boy and took them to Merle the Russell Terrier Fae in the back and ordered her mother's dinner from Pearl (sister to Merle) in the kitchen. She then walked back out to the bar to order another Elderberry beer from Ben the Red Squirrel Fae while she waited on the to go dinner.