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THE BRAVE LITTLE TAILOR

By C

Once upon a time, in the tiny village of Schmetterlink, there lived a poorbut honest little tailor named Gottfried. He dwelt and worked in a one-roomhouse on the edge of the village. He labored hard from sunrise to sunset, andyet he had barely enough to survive. Thus he was very upset to learn one daythat someone, or some thing, was pilfering his meager stores of food. He hadgone into his larder early in the morning to fix his usual breakfast of stalebread and salted meat, and he saw that both his bread and meat were almostgone! Impossible! he thought; he had just replenishedthose supplies the day before. He checked a barrel in which he kept peas, anddiscovered to his horror that it, too, was nearly empty. What to do? If theftof this magnitude continued, he might soon starve.

He was wringing his hands over this development, when he heard a pitter-patter,just above his head. He looked up in time to see something with bright, brightgreen wings, rather like a butterfly's, dart quickly from rafter to rafter.Apparently it realized that he had seen it, for it then shot out through thenearest window. If it was a butterfly, it was the biggest in creation—abouta foot long, with a wingspan of at least two feet.

"Not a butterfly!" said Gottfried aloud. "That's a Blazing Tanaquil!" Thestartlingly green wings gave the creature away. Gottfried's mother had beena wisewoman; she knew fairies well, and she had taught her son much fairy lore.Well-trained as he was, he knew that the mystery of his missing stores wassolved. Tanaquils were exceedingly greedy and malicious fays: a flock of themwould descend on a household and strip it of provender in days, or even hours.He had to act quickly, or he was lost.

Gathering together a small amount of money that he had saved against justsuch an emergency as this, he went out and purchased new food, as well as severalherbs well known to his mother. Then he came back to his house, put the suppliesin plain view, and spent the rest of the day on his sewing. When at last histailoring was done for that day, he chopped up everything he had bought—sausage,peas, celery, carrots and other vegetables, plus the special herbs—thenput it all in a cauldron with some water. He then got a good fire going inhis fireplace and hung the cauldron over the fire. Soon the fragrance of sausagesoup filled the little house.

When the soup was done, he took the cauldron off the fire and fixed himselfa nice big bowl. He then went to his larder and filled his drinking cup withale. The fairies had gotten to the ale, too, but enough was left to make himgood and drunk if he consumed it all. Perfect! he thought.He ate two bowls of soup, and chased it down with plenty of liquor. Then, feelingquite fine indeed, he got unsteadily up and staggered off to his humble cot.He left the cauldron, still half-full of soup, out on his table. If the fairieswere watching (and he hoped they were), they would very likely assume thatdrunkenness had made him negligent, and that's why he'd left this wonderfulmeal out in the open.

He was awakened in the middle of the night by the wailing of many shrilllittle voices. He got unsteadily to his feet, then lit a candle and made hisway over to his table. There, beside the bowl, lay three Blazing Tanaquils,trembling and clutching either their tummies or their groins. On the floorin front of the table lay two more in the same condition. He searched his housefrom top to bottom and found another five, all likewise brought low by theherbs (poisonous to their species) that they had greedily consumed.

He cleared the table, then lined up his ten little victims on it. Each wasabout a foot long, with wings of phosphorescent green that fluttered uselessly.Aside from their wings, they were human in form, both female and male, withperfectly shaped little bodies and beautiful faces. The hair on their headsand groins was bright red. They wore green shirts (sleeveless for the fivegirls) and green, knee-length boots, but nothing else. All were crying profuselyand violently trembling, and they kicked out hard from time to time with theirfeet. The whole time, they held on tight to their nether regions. The fiveboys had what must have been painfully stiff erections.

"So," said the tailor. "Look where your avarice has gotten you."

"Y-yes, good master," said one of the girls, whose hair was especially curly. "Your

p-poison has reached our . . . our organs of generation. We can't . . . lastmuch longer."

The little tailor wasn't a cruel man, so he asked: "Is there . . . anythingI can do for the pain?"

"Not . . . for the p-pain . . . nor for the . . . pleasure. Ohhhhh!" (Andhere she kicked frantically several times). "It just has to . . . run its course!"

"Well, I'll wait here until it does," he said.

"Of . . . of course," said the fairy. And she kicked a few more times, forgood measure.

The better part of an hour went by before the tailor noticed something. Thefairies shook, and kicked, and moaned, and cried out—but so far, no onehad come. The poison was supposed to induce killing orgasms in its victims.The boys should have spouted plenty of blood-tinged cream by now. Fairy girlsejaculated, too, though not as ostentatiously; these ladies should each haveproduced some honey-scented droplets. Instead, there was nothing.

"Shouldn't you, uh, be dying by now?" said Gottfried.

"It's a slow . . . p-painful process," said the curly-haired girl. She thendrew her legs sharply back and groaned. Five other fairies did exactly thesame thing. "I'm sure, oh

c-clever captor, that when you c-come . . . come back in the morning, you'llfind us all well and t-truly dead. Owww . . . this really hurts!"

"Hurts . . . . Hurts . . . . Hurts . . . ." echoed several of the others.

"Maybe you're right," said Gottfried, but he thought something else entirely: Damn! Ididn't make it strong enough! The fairies surely knew this,and they were putting on a show. Either they'd eventually play dead, sothat he'd toss their bodies out, or they'd wait for him to go to sleep.In either case, when they'd fully recovered, they would exact an unpleasantrevenge.

He yawned and walked away, in the direction of his cot. But instead of lyingdown, he went to where he kept the remaining herbs. He got them out and putthem in a bowl with a little water. Then he took his sharpest needle and dippedit in the mixture. He made sure the point was liberally coated with poison.Then, armed with bowl and needle, he went back to the table.

"Wh-what are you doing?" said the fairy girl.

"Making sure of things," said Gottfried. As he spoke, he took firm hold ofher midriff with his left hand and used his right to jab her monsveneris with the needle. Once, twice, three times he thrust ithome. She screamed each time—shrill little ribbons of despair—andbegan to kick in earnest. Seeing what was happening, her companions startedcarrying on as well. "No! Oh please no!" some cried. Others just wailed andwept.

Gottfried coated his needle once again, then shoved it into a boy fay's pouch.The boy screamed, as shrilly as the girl. Two more jabs, and he spouted. Hiscream was good and bloody—something that couldn't be faked. Treatingthe needle each time with fresh poison, Gottfried went from fairy to fairy.Their cries, their violent trembling, their explosive coming—all of itwas incontestably real.

In a lull between tremors, the curly-haired girl looked up at him. Her facewas red, swollen, and streaked with tears. Her body shook from the crown ofher head to the tips of her pretty green boots. Her thighs glistened with fairyhoney. With obvious difficulty, she spoke again: "Y-you've really . . . reallykilled us!"

"It looks that way, Miss.".

"We all were . . . married . . . earlier today!" she sobbed. "And this .. . this is our

b-bridal bed!"

"If that's the truth," said Gottfried, "I've bedded you just as you deserved."

She quickly changed the subject, saying: "Since I really am . . . d-dyingnow, I have . . . prophetic power. I foresee it: y-you'll be a mighty fairyhunter. You'll stalk the . . .

b-biggest of fays, and you'll . . . make them . . . cry bitter tears . .. just like me! Just like me! Yes . . . you'll do to them . . . what you'vedone to me!" And with these words, she redoubled her weeping.

Gottfried smiled. "A wicked little missy like you is one thing; but how coulda humble tailor like me bring some giant fay to tears?" Rather than answer,the fairy just cried, and kicked, and came, until life deserted her. Her companionsdid the same. When they were all finished, their bodies lay there for a fewminutes, then suddenly collapsed in little heaps of white dust.

"Wow . . . ." said Gottfried. "Ten at one blow! Or was it maybe two blows?Or should I count up all the times I stuck 'em?" Soon he had an idea. He wentand got some of his finest blue cloth and made it into a sash. Then, with whitethread, he embroidered these words on the cloth: "Ten Fays with Two or So Blows." Hewould wear the sash from now on in proud commemoration of his fairy-killingfeat.

He lay down on the cot and started to think things over. It was all welland good to kill wicked fairies, but fairies are a vengeful lot. Perhaps thesehad some relatives who'd be only too happy to come after him. And, truth totell, Gottfried was sick of being a tailor. He'd heard that a local rich manwas buying up cottages in the village, so the very next day he went to theman and received what, for him, was a princely sum for his house. Then he gatheredup his most needful belongings, put them in a knapsack, and set out. The sashadorned his right shoulder.

Once, as a child, he had visited the big town of Tonner-unter-Donckendorpf,about twenty miles to the north. This might be a good place to start a newlife, so he strode briskly up the north/south road.

When he arrived at Tonner, he was surprised and dismayed to see that theonce busy and crowded town seemed almost deserted. Just a few people wanderedaimlessly through the streets. The houses and shops, all looking very sad andshabby, were boarded up. "What happened?" he said out loud.

A thin, elderly man in tattered clothing, who had been leaning against anearby shop, now spoke. "New in town?"

"Uh, yes," said Gottfried.

"You must have come from the south."

"Yes, from Schmetterlink. How did you know?"

"Because if you'd come from the north, you'd know very well what's wrong. . . or you'd be dead."

"I'm afraid I'm not following your meaning, Herr . . . ."

"Flugenberg. Joachim von Stuppfest-gegen-Flugenberg. But Flugenberg willdo."

"That's good to know," said Gottfried. "I'm Gottfried the tailor."

"Good to meet you," said the old man as he shook Gottfried's hand. "I'm theMayor of this fine city, by the way."

"Oh my," said Gottfried, and bowed awkwardly.

"None of that, my dear boy," said Flugenberg. "You can see what being Mayorof Tonner is worth by looking around."

"Yes, I've noticed. What happened?"

"Oh, I was going to explain, wasn't I? It's like this: Tonner-unter-Donckendorpfwas once a very prosperous town, thanks to trade with the Imperial Capitalup north. Every day, the road between Kaiserstadt and here was crowded withmerchants. We were, in our modest way, rich." The old man sighed and then lookeddown.

"And . . . ?" said Gottfried.

"Sorry," said Herr Flugenberg, "but it's painful even to think about. Oneday, almost a year ago, two giantesses set up house on the road to Kaiserstadt.They demanded a ruinous toll of everyone who came along the road: whatevergoods or money the poor souls had. And they killed all who resisted. We sentout the town militia, but only one survivor returned. A few messengers havegone to the capital for help, but the news from the Emperor has been most discouraging.It appears these wicked creatures are just about unstoppable, and the ImperialTroops have taken a savage mauling the few times they've challenged them. Sonow the Emperor just stands by as these vicious females wander through hisrealm and destroy the commerce of one town after another. We're dying. Thiswill soon be a ghost town."

"That's . . . that's dreadful!" said Gottfried. "Well, perhaps I'd betterbe on my

way . . . ."

"Say, what's that on your sash?"

"Oh nothing; just a . . . ."

"'Ten Fays with Two or So Blows?' You're no mere tailor, you're a fay hunter!"

"Well," said Gottfried, "I had a good day once, but I wouldn't say I'm a. . . ."

The old man ran into the middle of the street and began to shout: "Citizensof Tonner, come out, come out, wherever you are!"

And they came, dozens of them, their bodies undernourished, their clothesragged. They stared at Gottfried with an expectant, almost dazed look in theireyes. Not knowing what else to do, he kept silent.

"Citizens, citizens!" cried the Mayor. "Let me make an announcement: thisyoung man is a fay hunter! He can deliver us from the evil that besets ourfair city!"

"Well," said Gottfried, "it's very generous of your Mayor to say that, butthe fays I killed were just . . . ."

"Hurray! Hurray!" shouted the people. "You can save us! Hurray!"

"But folks, I mean . . . you need to understand . . . ." And then Gottfriedremembered the fairy's prophecy. Perhaps it was true after all. Perhaps thiswas the new life he hoped for. Gottfried the Fay Hunter! And why not? He raisedhis hands to the crowd and said: "Citizens of Tonner! I'll do the best I can!"

"Hurray! Hurray!" they answered.

The next morning, the Mayor and several other townspeople escorted Gottfriedto the militia headquarters. They were able to scrounge up a wagon with twohorses, some pikes and swords, and a steel helmet and breastplate that moreor less fit their savior-to-be.

When they were back outside, the Mayor spoke to Gottfried: "Do you, uh, havea plan, Fay Hunter?"

"Yes I do," said Gottfried. He had thought it up the night before; now hewould see how workable it was. "I have a list of special herbs here; are theyall available in this locality?"

The Mayor scrutinized the list. "I believe so," he said.

"Great," said Gottfried. "I need your people to go out and scour the countrysidefor every one of these plants, as many as they can gather. Also, I need toknow: do you have any stores of wine?"

"In my basement," said the Mayor, lowering his voice now, "I have two bigbarrels of twenty-year old Plotznian, the best wine to be found in the Empire.I hope you'll understand that I haven't widely announced this fact . . . ."

"I understand fully," said Gottfried, "but I need both barrels, and everydrop in them."

The Mayor looked a little stricken, but he agreed to have the wine broughtposthaste. Then everyone, including Gottfried and the Mayor, went out intothe fields and woods and brought back huge quantities of the necessary herbs.Gottfried chopped up and mixed everything in what he thought were the rightquantities. Then he pried the tops off the wine barrels and poured his mixtureinto each. The herbs would dissolve completely in the wine, but would theyleave a tell-tale flavor? He scooped up some with a cup and tasted it. It wasdelicious, better than the best beer he'd ever drunk. He resealed the barrels,and then he and some of the stronger townsfolk manhandled them into the backof the wagon. Next he put on his armor and clapped a sword and swordbelt athis side. Finally, he gathered up some additional weaponry (including two pikes),and also a lot of rope, and tossed everything into the wagon, alongside thebarrels. "Well, I think I'm ready," he said.

"So you are," said the Mayor. "God speed, Fay Hunter."

"Hurray! Hurray!" shouted the townsfolk.

Gottfried climbed into the wagon and shook the reins. The two horses whinniedwith obvious irritation, but they put their backs into it, and soon they weretaking him north, towards the Capital.

About five miles out, the highway ran through what had once been well-tendedfields, now rank with wild growth. To the right, fifty or so yards ahead, wasan especially dense thicket of bushes, saplings, and wild grasses. Gottfriedhad struggled to prepare himself for the encounter he knew was coming; nonetheless,he let out a gasp and started to tremble when two great figures rose up fromthe thicket and strode onto the road. They turned to face him and stood sideby side, blocking his way quite effectively. They were at least twenty feettall--beautiful, full-breasted women with blood-red hair falling to their waists.Each wore a low-cut, sleeveless halter-top of bright green, as well as knee-lengthhigh-heeled boots, apparently of some kind of snakeskin. The boots were moreyellow than anything else, but had glints of red, and gold, and orange, too.Aside from their tops and footwear, the women were naked, each sporting a brightred semi-diamond on her groin. They stood with their hands on their hips--ajaunty posture, which matched their proud, disdainful expressions. But theykept their legs together, and so managed to look demure, even vulnerable, atthe same time. They are vulnerable, Gottfriedthought. The way to their destruction lies between their legs, andthey know it! They're just like the Tanaquils, only bigger. Still,unlike the Tanaquils, they could crush him to jelly, and so he continued totremble. He had to squelch the impulse to turn his wagon around and flee; forif he did so, they might just run him down and kill him for having dared toannoy them.

Struggling to keep himself under control, he came within twenty feet of thetwo women. The wind was blowing towards him, and he now picked up the scentof their pussies from the air: a strange but pleasing amalgam of flower nectarand vinegar. He could see a gleam of moisture where each mons veneris wasslitted. Had he interrupted their lovemaking? And if he had, would that factalone doom him? Oddly, as frightened as he was, what he saw and smelled gavehim an immediate, insistent erection.

"That's far enough!" said the giantess on his right. So he pulled back onthe reins and brought the wagon to a halt. "There hasn't been anyone up thisroad in the longest time," said the giantess on the left. "We were pretty surethat Tonner-unter-Donckendorpf had breathed its last. We were going to headout for, ah, greener pastures later today, but maybe we were being too hasty."

"I'm, uh, I'm not from Tonner," said Gottfried, trying to keep the tremorout of his voice. "I'm from . . . uh, Speck-am-Ellbogen, to the south. I camethrough Tonner, and it seemed completely deserted. I had no time to investigatethe reason, though. I have a cargo here that's bound for the Palace in Kaiserstadt,and I may wind up in the Palace dungeon if I don't get it there by tonight!"

"Oh?" said the giantess on the right. "And why's that?"

"It's two barrels of the finest Plotznian wine. The Emperor craves it forhis table, and if he doesn't have it by tomorrow morning at the very latest,I might as well try my luck in someone else's empire."

"You poor thing," said the left-hand giantess, and she covered the distancebetween them in two steps. She bent down to inspect the barrels, and Gottfriedgot a fuller whiff of her girl-scent. If he stiffened up any more, he was goingto put a hole in his pants. He had to admit it: she was breathtaking, withthe brightest of green eyes (her eyelids were green, too!), full, blood-redlips, and straight white teeth (her canines were just a bit sharper than thehuman norm).

"May I know to whom I'm speaking . . . Miss?" he said.

"Sure. I'm Echidna, and my sister is Tiamat." And with these words, she priedthe lid off a barrel with one hand.

"Uh, Miss? As I said before . . . ."

Echidna ignored him and spoke to her sister: "What do you think, dear?"

"I don't know. Could be a trap of some kind. You say you're not from Tonner,little man?"

"That's right. Now if I could just be on my way . . . ."

"Shut up until we tell you to speak, and you may have a chance," said Tiamat.Gottfried gulped.

"What if it's poison?" said Echidna.

"Well, there's one way to test it," said Tiamat, who then came up to thewagon beside Echidna and pried the lid off the other barrel. (In appearanceand scent, she closely resembled her sister, but her eyes and eyelids wereviolet.) "Do you have a cup, little man?"

"Um, yes," said Gottfried.

"I want you to take a nice big draft from each barrel. Any problem with doingthat?"

"No! I mean, not at all."

"Good. Do it."

So Gottfried filled his cup from one barrel and drank the contents down.As before, he could detect no strange under- or after-taste. He went to thesecond container and did the same with it.

The two big fays waited for him to go into convulsions. When, after severalminutes, he did not, Tiamat said: "I think we're okay."

"Yes," said Echidna. "I think so, too." Each woman then reached down andscooped up a barrel. They had to use both hands, but otherwise it seemed tocost them no effort at all. They put the barrels to their lips and tilted themback. Then they chugged down one gallon after another of fine liquor.

Gottfried was astonished at their greed. Could they possibly empty everythingin a single go? He then realized it was time to escape, if he could. He climbedquietly down from the wagon, then ran for all he was worth into the overgrownfield to the west. The fays didn't seem to notice—so intent were theyon filling their pretty tummies with wine. He crawled under a thick cover ofweeds, where he planned to wait until the poison began its work.

What did he expect to hear? Screams, wailing, sobs, a string of despairingcurses perhaps. Anything but what actually greeted his ears within half anhour: the sounds of lovemaking! It started out quietly, with a gasp here, awhimper there, and at first Gottfried thought the poison must be doing itsjob. But the sounds got louder, and louder, and louder, and took on a pronounced,pounding rhythm that at last left him in no doubt. Soon he was hearing this:

"Ah! Oh! Oooo! Unnhhh! Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes! Do my pussy . . . do it, doit, do it! Oh fuck yes, do it! Fuck you, you bad bitch, do it! Oh, ahhhh, giveit to me! Give it to me!"

As quietly as he could, he crept to the field's edge and peeked out fromthe weeds. There they were, lying in the middle of the road, each furiouslytonguing the other's twat. They would remove their mouths just long enoughto let loose an "Oh fuck, yes!" or a "Give it to me!" and then it was backto the most frantic cunnilingus Gottfried had ever seen.

What had gone wrong? No big mystery there: either he had once again mixedup too weak a batch, or they hadn't downed enough of it. It was stimulatingtheir genitals, but it hadn't brought on the pussy-rending spasms that wouldturn their toes up for good. "Damn, damn, damn," he said under his breath. "Whatnow?" Frustrated, angry, and afraid, he hid there in the weeds while the fayscontinued rutting.

It must have been an hour or more, but at last the sounds of passion diedaway, to be replaced by loud snores. Gottfried was half-asleep himself, butthe snoring brought him back with a start. He looked out, and sure enough,there were Echidna and Tiamat, sprawled next to each other on their backs,sawing wood for all they were worth.

Could they have prepared a trick for him? Perhaps, but he had to see thisthrough to the end. As quietly as he could, he emerged onto the road. Firsthe went over to where the fays had put down the two barrels. A quick look insideconfirmed what he suspected: the girls had left almost half the liquor. Ifthey had just quaffed a little more, the plan might have worked. He then walkedover to the wagon and made sure that it and the horses were unharmed. As hewas inspecting the wagon, he saw the two pikes he had stashed there beforehe set out, and he got an idea. Might not a pike do for a giantess what a needlehad for the Tanaquils?

He picked up the pikes and balanced one in each hand. It only now occurredto him just how heavy they were. He hoped his muscles would prove equal tothe task. At least the points were nice and sharp. Brandishing his weaponsvery inexpertly, he walked over to the nearest wine barrel and dunked the businessend of each in the poisoned liquor.

Then he tiptoed up to the sleeping fays. They lay side by side, still snoring,their bosoms gently rising and settling. The girls were separated by abouttwo feet of space. Gottfried entered that narrow zone and moved, very slowlyand quietly, past their feet. (Their scent was stronger than ever; in response,he again became annoyingly erect.) His plan was to position himself just alittle south of their groins, and then bring the pikes down as hard as he couldin the vicinity of each puss. If only the shafts weren't so heavy! Gottfriedwas not a robust man, and had not been brought up in the hard life of a soldier.He was beginning to weave and wobble, and his hands were now slick with sweat.He wasn't sure he'd make it. He passed the girls' knees, picked up his pace,and then tripped on a stone.

He fell forward and landed on his face. Quite by luck, momentum carried eachpike right into a pretty fay belly, some inches past the groin. The girls screamed,then clawed at the pikes with their hands. Gottfried staggered to his feetand dashed away, so as not to be crushed. At what he thought was a safe distance,he looked back with wonder on what he had wrought. The poison was at last havingan effect: his victims were too weakened by it to pull the pikes loose. Theyjust gripped them with their hands, kicked spasmodically, and whimpered, groaned,and wept. Mostly they wept, the tears streaming down their lovely, agonizedfaces.

"Bitter tears!" Gottfried shouted. "I've made them cry bitter tears! Theprophecy was true!" He was elated, but he couldn't lose sight of the businessat hand. Had the poison taken them past their tipping point, or was there moreto do?

Cautiously, he walked back toward the stricken fays. Still weeping, Echidnacast a hateful glance at him. "It was . . . foretold to us," she said. "We'dbe vanquished . . . by a mighty h-hunter! We expected a strong man . . . maybeeven a giant like us . . . . We thought that, when he came for us, we could. . . convince him to spare us . . . m-make us his wives! But you . . . a littlecreep like you! H-how can it be? How can it be? Ohhhh fuck . . . it hurts!"

"D-don't . . . insult him, Sis," said Tiamat. "So he's the one. Well, whatof it? L-look at us, little hunter. Aren't we. . . aren't we beautiful? Couldn'twe . . . be of some service to you? (Ouch! It does hurt! It does!)"

"You surely are beautiful," said Gottfried. "But before this goes much further,I think I need to be blunt. What could I possibly do with a pair of giant wivesgalumphing about? I mean: along with all the other risks of consorting withfays, you might just step on me one day."

"No!" cried Tiamat. "We wouldn't!"

"Never! Never!" added her sister. "We'll be the best of wives, light-footedand obedient

. . . we swear!"

"And I've a feeling," said Gottfried, "that, given your size, you'd findme a less than satisfactory lover, so the day of reckoning would probably besooner, rather than later."

"No!" wailed Echidna. "We're tight! So very tight! You'd fit us . . . justfine!"

Yes," said Tiamat. "Try us on! Try us on! You'll love us . . . and we'lllove you!"

"A husband . . . to tame us . . . ."

"A husband . . . to keep us . . . oh dear God, please!"

"Ladies," said Gottfried with a sigh, "if it eases the sting of capture,you can call yourselves my wives, address me as husband,--I don't mind. Butunderstand, pretty brides: this and this alone is the bed I've made for you,one you won't be getting up from. You've had a good start on your kicking andcrying; but you need to take it further. It's bitter comfort, but comfort nonethelesswhen a fay's time is near."

"N-near?" said Echidna.

"Yes" said Gottfried. "Very near."

"We're . . . f-finished then?" said Tiamat. "No matter what we do . . . orsay?"

"Finished as finished can be."

For a time they were silent, trembling and biting their lips, holding theirpassions in, trying not to surrender. But at last his words (gentle but barringall escape) overcame them. Their hearts broke, and they sobbed now more profuselythan before. Their legs took on new vigor and kicked out hard again and again,as if kicking could banish a caught fay's hurt.

Surely, thought Gottfried, their death orgasmsmust be minutes off. But the minutes passed, and for all theircarrying on, they didn't come. Instead, the tears and kickiness slowlysubsided, and they once again fell asleep. No snoring this time; theirpretty bosoms rose and fell with a gentle suspiration.

What was the problem now? If they didn't come soon, the poison would surelywear off. Gottfried didn't want to think about that. He wracked his brain fora while, and then it came to him: Their genitals! The closer to those,the better. So . . . . . He went up to the unconscious girls and,with some straining and gasping, pulled out the pikes. Neither fay stirred.He needed to take advantage of this deep sleep while he could, so he took hisweapons back to the nearest barrel and coated their tips with poison once again.Then he returned to where his victims lay. He put one pike down and held theother with both hands. Echidna was nearest, so he started with her. Grippingthe shaft as tightly as he could, he slipped it into her cunt, then leanedon it to force it all the way in. Echidna shrieked and drew her legs sharplyback, knocking Gottfried to the ground. As soon as he recovered, he pickedup the other shaft and went to Tiamat. Awakened by her sister's cries, sheknew what was coming. Screaming "No! Oh God, God, no!" she covered her groinwith her hands and squirmed back and forth in a frantic effort to evade him.So he jabbed her belly—one, two, three, four times, until her strugglesweakened and her hands fell to her sides. It was now an easy matter to skewerher puss. (Her shrieking then was even louder than her sister's!) Further andfurther in he forced his weapon, and with each thrust she gave out a deep,despairing groan. When it wouldn't go another inch, he at last fell to theground and tried to catch his breath.

The fays, of course, had resumed their kicking; only this time, their pussiesspurted gout after gout of blood-suffused honey. (Such a sweet perfume! Gottfriednearly swooned at the scent of it.) "Ohhhh!" cried Echidna, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Youcan't doubt it now, you cruel man! We're dying . . . I swear we're dying .. . . P-please don't hurt us any more!"

"Please!" added Tiamat. "Please . . . ."

"I'm not cruel," said Gottfried, "but I don't flinch from a job that needsdoing. Since I know at last that I have destroyed you,I promise: I won't hurt you any more." And he was as good as his word. Anotherthought came to him, at which he felt some trepidation, but curiosity won out,and so he asked: "Can you . . . can you prophesy now?"

"Y-yes," said Tiamat. "Not . . . as to your ultimate fate, you'll be . .. happy to hear. But if you're wondering: are we the last . . . who'll meetyou and cry bitterly . . . because we met you . . . be assured we're not!"

"In-indeed," said Echidna. "I see them: so many fays . . . their groins bleeding,their faces . . . wet with tears! You'll put them all to bed . . . your hatefulbridal bed! Oh, you terrible little man!"

"Thank you," said Gottfried.

He waited now for the end. It was nearly an hour of breasts heaving, andhands clenching convulsively, and snakeskin boots kicking up the dust, andsobs, and unstinting tears . . . but at last the girls were still.

When it was over, Gottfried retrieved his pikes. Then he gathered up allthe rope he'd brought and, with much cursing and sweating, used it to tie thedead fays securely to the back of the wagon. Next he got the horses moving.They complained audibly about the added weight, but they pulled it along justthe same. And thus he returned with his catch to Tonner.

When they saw that Gottfried was victorious, the Mayor and other townspeoplecheered, and they wined and the dined the brave little tailor for the nextseveral days. Herr Flugenberg offered him an official post, but after somethought, he turned it down--politely of course. Tonner was still a dreary,shabby place, and neither the Mayor nor anyone else had a pretty daughter tooffer him in marriage. He decided to move on, and see what kind of successhe'd have as an itinerant fay hunter. He revised the motto on his blue sash,so that it now read: "Twelve Fays, with a Good Deal of Work." That sash, andthat motto, would soon be famous.

THE END