Lately, the pixies had taken to watching girls play at the tennid court. Part of the reason for this was the game, obviously. The pixies liked playing all sorts of games, although their games where a bit more chaotic. Still, they were having fun trying to figure out what the rules of the game was, and had even devised their own versions, characterised by more than two participants, movement in three dimensions and highly sexualized punishments for anyone who broke the ever changing rules.

Another, and possibly far more important reason was the girls. The pixies found that humanity did have a few redeeming qualities after all, one of them being a game featuring girls in little outfits running an jumping, giving the pixies a good chance to admire their moving thighs and heaving chestst. Shorts skirts bouncing, muscled butts inside little shorts.
It would have been even better if the competitors had to take off their clothes when their opponent gained a point, but humans tended to miss out a lot of opportunities for fun.

The pixies did have their favourites, obviously. They were watching one of them now. A cute thing, rather nicely curved, yet athletic. Blonde, blue eyes.

Wham!

A ball went astray, landing not far from their vantage point. Their pretty favourite seemed to take up the chase. This was too much of an opportunity to pass up. While she ran towards the exit, they quickly snatched up the ball, and hid it.
Oh, if she would just step in amongst the trees..

The pixies could barely suppress their giggling. This was going entirely too well. Now the young woman was in their element, and soon she would be their playmate. But they had to make sure she was properly hooked before they started reeling in. She was just at the edge of the woods, after all, and should she bolt, she would be out of their domain in mere seconds.
And the pixies would surely love to look at her a bit more before striking.

And they already had a plan. Pixies have a natural affinity for plants, and this is their main strength. Their magic and trickery goes beyond that, though. One thing they know is how to befuddle the senses with illusions. They might not last all that long, but they work.

So the pixies had found a stone a bit further into the woods, roughly the size of a tennis ball. This had been made to look exactly like the ball Diana was seeking. The other was safely tucked away for later use. Adding to this, they let an illusory beam of light slowly manifest, illuminating the spot they wanted her attention drawn to.

They hid amongst the ferns and branches observing their prey, content to watch her beautiful figure as she searched. For now at least..

The pixies could hardly suppress their laughter. This was going to be so fun. A couple of them had delegated themselves to guarding against escape, positioning themselves near the edge of the woods, so they could interfere should she run.

The pixies whispered amongst themselves. Letting the illusion on the rock fade, they set to lure their prey in further. But another illusionary ball would probably make her wise to their trickery. It was time to use the real one.

While Diana was busy, they gently dropped it a few more feet away, so it was placed just between a large tree and a big fern. They hope she would see it, if not, there was other ways they could gain her attention.

The pixies watched in satisfaction as Diana bent over to retrive the ball. She had a lovely rear, muscled thighs and a shapely back, and the little fairies behind her quite enjoyed the view. The ones in front, hidden in the ferns were deprived this, but instead got a good view of her cleavage, smooth orbs, slightly more tanned on the upside where the sun was more likely to caress the pale skin. She sublte movement of female flesh. Oh did they look forward to seing more!

The net was closing in, and the pixies were almost ready to pull in their catch. Almost, not quite. One more distraction would be needed. One pixie, crouching behing the tree touched the bark, and sendt a little ripple of magic through the wood. Just as Diana turned towards the edge of the forrest, one of its minor branches came to life, silently extended itself underneat her skirt, and hooked itself to her panties. It was a swift, precise move, then it became as inanimate as a normal branch.

Woudl the blond woman sense it and stop, or just keep moving?

(OOC: If Diana is waering shorts, I can change this.)

Diana was running towards the edge of the woods, but where was the edge?

While most of the pixies ha been busy admiring their new playmate, the ones send to block the retreat had been occupied with more trickery. It was a simpler task than it seemed, really. Using their affinity for all things of the plant kingdom, they had subtly shifted and changed a few bushes and trees, so there was no direct view of where she had come from. Adding a touch of illusion, just replicating shadows and vague contours, they had made it appear like the forest went on quite a bit longer than it really did.

It was a puny glamour, really. If Diana would spend the time to look closely, she would probably spot something was wrong with the landscape, that it was flimsy and hazy. And if she carefully backtracked, she would escape nonetheless. And should she look long enough, she would see the illusion falter on its own.


But the pixies had no intention of letting her to investigate undisturbed.

"Hello, pretty lady. Watch out!"
The voice came from the canopy somewhere.

With a wooshing sound, a branch lashed out, aimed for Diana's hand, or rather, the ball. The arch had been bent backwards, and a mere touch of magic was enough to let it loose. It had enough force to send the ball flying, should it hit.

Their prey seemed to be loosing her sense of direction. Carefully following her, the pixies let their prey go further astray. Such a pretty girl, eyes scanning the forest.. the skirt dancing on her upper thighs, sometimes revealing a nice glimpse. Was she getting scared? Confused? Frustrated.

The pixies could not help but giggle, small bursts of laughter emerging from within the foliage and from behind trees. It did not matter if she heard them or not, within the woods she was theirs to toy with.

They waited a little to observe her reaction. Only after a while did one reveal itself.

"Hello, little lady? Looking for something?"

The speaker was a lithe, tiny woman with wings, sitting on a branch directly over Diana's head.

More giggles and whispers emerged from amongst the trees. If Diana had known the fay language of the pixies, she would have heard many a comment on her appearance, on how they yearned to touch and tease those nice buttock and the soft mound of her pussy, so tantalizingly revealed.
Some wanted to swarm her right now, to take her right then and there.
Soon it would be time, so soon..

"Well.. I would actually advice against that..", she pixie replied to Diana's comment. "A clever girl like you might know that there are things that creep and crawl, that lurk and follow the smell of young maidens like yourself. You seem to be walking right into their grasp, if you continue the way you do."

The pixie toyed with her long, purple tresses as she spoke, mentioned it like she would bring up a subject in a casual conversation.

She was not the only one present. A few others emerged from hiding, circling Diana, studying her with curiosity and chattering in their own speak. Some buzzed so close that the girl's blonde hair and the hem of her skirt moved in the wind from their beating wings.