Smashing Bumpkin: A Halloween Story

“I’m ready for my Cummunity Service!

All Dusty Blackwood did was punch Hixon Crowflock in the stomach when he said wrestling was fake. Sure he fell off the wooden bridge and onto that group protesting in favor  gnomes rights. But it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t use his wings, or that those gnomes couldn’t move fast enough.

 

The fairy council deemed community service her punishment. They stated the punishment would have been far more severe had she not been the tooth fairy’s daughter.

 

Dusty stood in the Parisa Medical Center Tree, a thick-bodied tree that rested in Gorias, the American fairy kingdom’s capital city. The  Medical Center, adorned with a shimmering red cross, sat beside a wide-bodied medical school connected to the hospital.

 

They told Dusty she’d  serve the community by cheering up the patients for Halloween.

 

What an awful night! Dusty had planned to secure a mountain’s worth of candy and treats and then sell them to the neighbrhood kids, who could never acquire as much treats as she did!

 

Instead Dusty stood in the lobby of the Medical center in a lab coat next to Doctor Rae Moonbeam, a BBW fairy in the truest sense of the word.; she sported knockers even bigger than Dusty’s along with a wide waist and mammoth rear end. Dusty wondered where she found clothes to fit her.

 

“Knock out!” The doctor crowed as she looked Dusty up and down.

 

“What?” Dusty asked.

 

“You’re a knockout—the tooth fairy’s daughter for sure. Don’t worry. You’re not the first high profile person we’ve had on community service duty. Sadly, one of our very own fairy councilors was here last week after he slapped a knocker who called Santa Claus a socialist.”

 

“That damn hypocrite. But, I’ll tell ya what, when you call Santa Claus a bad word the next thing you better be calling is an ambulance because it’s your ass.”

 

“With that attitude, I’m sure we’ll be meeting many times again. But, I’m glad you wore an appropriate costume. You even have a stethoscope. Please don’t use it to choke anyone.”

 

“I ain’t making no promises.”

 

The doctor chuckled then extended her hand to the door, “Our first stop will be a poor fellow, who…well…you do you know griffins have an acute hearing?”

 

“They sure do,”

 

“Ah, well, this gentlemen, Laren, was simply practicing his lute playing one day when he found out his tune seriously angered the nearby griffin nest. No less than three baby griffins rammed him with their heads until he managed to escape into a local school with injuries to his groin. His lute broke, and he’s been very down. You can surely cheer him up, can’t you?”

 

“You wanna explain what cheering up means to ol Dusty Blackwood?”

 

“It means to make Laren happy.”

 

“Make him happy. We’re just gonna play Dominoes and eat cupcakes? Did you see what I did to the victim of my crime?”

 

“I did. He came to this medical center.”

 

“Does it look like I cheer people up? That I’m nice to people? That I’m not the last daughter of a bastard to cheer people up?”

 

“Well…”

 

“Did you not hear me? Did I not speak clearly? Do I look like I cheer people up?”

 

Doctor Moonbeam looked Dusty up and down, took in her glorious funbags and nodded vigorously.

 

“You’re right.” Dusty grinned.  “I’m the first woman this damn Larry, Leonard, Leon, Laren, whatever the son of a bitches name is, I’m the first damn woman he wants to see this Halloween because this costume I got on got a few more parts to it. Are you ready?”

 

“I…”

 

“I said are you ready?”

 

“Well, yes, of course. You just exude such energy! Such oomph when you speak! You should be on stage. But for now you can give Laren the performance of a lifetime.”

 

***

 

Doctor Moonbream brought Dusty to Laren’s room where a pair of female  medical students were waiting for her.

 

Laren was a broad shouldered black fairy with sharp eyebrows and a barely visible scar running along his defined chin.

 

“Howdy, Laren! I’m Dusty Blackwood, daughter of the tooth fairy and Fairy Revolution Wrestling’s Brady Blackwood!”

 

“You are?” Laren asked. “I was front row when he and your uncle Baron beat the Moneygang for the tag titles at Halloween Spectacular.”

 

“Ya were?! Then you know that was my mom’s last time on Fairy Revolution Wrestling. She came strutting out with dad in that criss-cross bikini.”

 

“MMmhmmm, she looked good in that. That was a Halloween treat!”

 

“Very moving nostalgia,” Doctor Moonbeam quipped, “But, Laren we have decided to move with forward with an aggressive form of treatment.”

 

“Aggressive, Doctor Moonbeam?” one of the students asked.

 

“Yes. You’ve heard of the Primrose and Gorse study. The  one that saysa  pixie sexual energy has healing properties?”

 

The students nodded.

 

“Unfortunately most pixies are too young for sex. But as it happens, we have a perfectly legal pixie with us to really speed up Laren’s recovery.”

 

“‘The hell are you thinking, woman?” Dusty asked.

 

“The same thing you thought when you saw Laren, namely, ‘how can I jump this here black bull?’” But, sadly, I’m just a fairy, graduated from pixie long ago. Your’re delinquency, which has denied you  fairy status, has earned you a nice juicy dick.”

 

The two students giggled.

 

“Well, will you help poor Laren?”

 

“I say…ohhh hell yeah!”

 

The teenage babe pried off her lab coat in a teasing manner giving tantalizing views of her beautiful golden brown flesh. A long pause lingered as Dusty flashed a coy smile to Laren. Finally, the blond stunner ripped open her lab coat, sending her stethoscope flying. No one noticed the stethoscope thanks to the shocking outfit Dusty remain in; her party pillows provided quite the treat, barely held up by string and covered by red ribbon with a  white cross. The same style covered her baby spitter.

 

“Imagine the tooth fairy showing up to houses dressed like that,” the doctor quipped.

 

Laren’s wood popped high and hard, poking against his gown and sheet.

 

“Looks like yer raring to go, fella!” Dusty decried, as she ripped off the sheet. The doctor delicately removed his gown to treat Dusty to the sight of his thick meat. Her blues lit up like the twinkling starlit sky and she swiftly dove upon his baby maker with her open mouth.

His huge dark schlong nearly tore apart her cute little mouth as he throat fucked her with the might of a centaur. All the while, Doctor Moonbeam taught her students lessons…

 

“The lubrication of pixie salivia is a great energy booster to males,”

 

The teenage bimbo continued to get jackhammered in the mouth, making silly gurgling noises as Laren violated her top hole.

 

“Gurggg, gurrrg, gurrrg!” Dusty spat.

 

“I sense our patient is starting to feel better already,” Doctor Moonbeam declared. “And because this pixie has such big breasts Laren will be able to take advantage of them.”

 

Take advantage of them in a big way! Laren jammed his BBC between her fat white tits and titty fucked the cowgirl until the cows came home. The blond hottie said “Yee-haw!” as his skin flute bashed away at her sweater bongos.

 

“I’d estimate those are double D cup breasts,” Doctor Moonbeam stated to her students. “The sweat they secrete onto the penis soothes pains and aches.”

 

“Very interesting, Doctor!”

 

 

Laren straddled the bed with one foot on the floor and throat fucked the cowgirl with a vigor that belied his injuries,. Poor Dusty choked on his big black dick, leaving lewd spit trails to journey over her mammoth milk makers.

 

“Mmmfmfmf!” Dusty grunted around the pocket rocket.

 

“Now, students, if you have read the Brown Man of the Mire study you will know that our dark skinned fae are often attracted to this type of shapely, voluptuous white fairy. There might be some psychological drive that encourages the patient to ignore the pain and use our guest in such a lewd manner.”

 

Dusty might not be smart enough to become a doctor, but she sure could service a cock back to health! She even got a mouthful of the balls for good measure, the bulbous things making her chipmunk cheeks expand to absurdity.

 

“Very fine specimens today,” the doctor commented. “Very fine examples of the Brown Man of the Mire study.  And Laren, you can use every hole she has to make sure you feel better. No need to limit yourself.”

 

“I turn a trick, you gimmie a treat, fella. Happy Halloween!”

 

Laren grabbed Dusty’s big ass with both hands, and let out a long sigh. His hands kneading the squishy flesh, he pressed forward and jammed his hard-on into her!

 

“My stars and garters!” Dusty screamed.

 

“Ooooohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh!” Dusty moaned as he pierced her love box. He pumped against her, rapidly, moving with the speed of a cheetah. His fat nuts swung bellow hip, slapping against the teenage tramp.

 

“You can see a psychological boost to Laren’s mood, students, now that he has mounted this pixie. But what you don’t see is that her juices, slick with youth, boost his recovery rate. But, I’d say we got quite lucky having such a pretty pixie on Halloween!”

 

“We definitely did!” One of the students cheered.

 

Laren bounced his hand off Dusty’s giant tush as he drilled the white babe. Each time Dusty yelped in pain, but Laren was too lost in her snatch to stop.

 

“And you see the psychological boost of asserting dominance over the big-breasted female,”

 

“A lot of the healing seems to come from psychological benefit,” Oone of the students observed.

 

“Very good observation.,” The doctor nodded with approval.

 

Laren humped against her prone figure until he gushed a stream of baby batter into her tight pussy. Wave after beautiful wave filled the tiny cutie until she was left leaking, exhausted and panting on the bed

 

“How do you feel, Laren?” Doctor Moonbeam asked.

 

A beaming grin and sparkling eyes danced across Laeren’s chiseled face.

 

“You got any more patients that need saving, Doc?” Dusty asked, starry-eyed, still in that submissive position.

 

“You’re ok with doing it again? You’re not feeling tired?. That was a vigorous workout!?”

 

“Doc, lettin’ the cat out the bag is a whole lot easier than putting it back!,”