It had been a windy day, with light rain on Shokushu Island. Most of the time, the weather here was like you would expect from a tropical paradise. Sunny, with the occasional light breeze from the ocean, gently brushing the island, transforming what could have been an oppressive heat into the temperature of a summer paradise.

But from time to time, the weather saw fit to bestow gales and heavy rainfalls on the island. It was vital to the vegetation, but an inconvenience if you were a diminutive humanoid, not too keen on getting it's wings wet.

Thus the pixies had decided that today, they would make camp indoor, for a change. It was just a matter of finding a nice room where they could camp for the evening. If the owner of the room were to arrive, just so much better. The pixies loved company, sometimes quite physically.

The obvious choice was to pick the room highest up. That meant the pixies had a good view of the area, and that they had easy escape, should it be necessary. And that meant the penthouse of Vera Matsumoto, head girl.

So far the pixies had had fun exploring their new temporary home. It was much bigger than the other rooms, for one. There was also many things to play with. There was a large TV. Two of the pixies were busy exploring the channels, jumping up and down on the remote. There was a fancy computer there too. Pixies are not generally known for their knowledge of technology, but some of them dabbling the art, sometimes by trial, usually by error. Unfortunately, that became much harder after the keyboard proved itself not to be waterproof.

"Someone is coming!"

The shout made the pixies stop in their frivolous merrymaking. Where there had been laughter and shouting seconds before, there was now wuiet. Quickly they darted into hiding, leaving a TV on a blaring volume and a few scattered items pulled from shelves and drawers on the floor.

Now the pixies would learn who was to be their lucky host.

The tropical storms were pleasant at times but they did make the day more troublesome. Some students had forgotten their umbrellas, getting their uniforms soaked in the rain and making it rather easy for Prefects and Head Girls to notice who was not wearing the standard issued undergarments through their wet blouses. Thankfully, Vera was not one of the students who had forgotten her umbrella. The staff was usually kind enough to give her accurate weather updates to avoid such embarassment.

Vera returned to the tower after her classes were finished. The heavy patter of rain hitting her umbrella was her only company during the long walk back. She shook out the excess water once she reached the overhang and took the elevator up to her suite. Her jaw clenched when she was welcomed with loud sounds coming from the direction of her suite. Hearing it all the way over at the elevator meant someone had turned her TV on to full volume. The real question of course was who was in or had been in her room today? Was it a student with a death wish or was it one of the island's many guests?

Preparing her ears for whats to come, the Head Girl unlocked her door and was welcomed with the blaring sounds of some comedy. Louder certainly did not make the commedians any more amusing. She put her umbrella away and immediately went across the large room to where the remote was. On the way, she could see that whoever did this left a mess. Books and other belongings were all over the floor. Her computer was not how she left it though thankfully her intruders did not know her login and password. But with how her keyboard was glistening like it were left out in the rain, it was doubtful she would be able to login either.

Her long silver hair trailed behind her as she finally arrived at the couch. Grabbing the remote, she muted and turned down the volume before turning it completely off. Looking around at the damage, she sighed. It was one thing to be harassed or attacked. But now people or creatures were trashing her room? Unfortunately, she would have to clean this up before she could get anything done this afternoon. Pulling out her cellphone, she called supply to ask for another keyboard for her computer. Luckily she was not using a laptop.

Aha! The lucky owner of the penthouse, the one who got to play host for the pixies, had been identified.

The pixies had spent a lot of time spying on the students, mostly in order to find good prey, sometimes to play minor pranks upon them to pass the time between their major games (Quite a few mysterious wardrobe malfunctions and missing items could be credited to the pixies).

Thus the pixies had a general idea of who the head girls and prefects were, and what they were doing. 'General' being the word here, as lots of it seemed to involve the various rules of the school, and human rules were one of the most boring things imaginable to a pixie.
Sometimes, the student enforcers did something interesting, though. Sometimes they punished girls, or sendt them away to be punished. Most of the time, the pixes thought this to be pretty mean and useless. Now, it might seem odd that a swarm of diminutive rapist should concern themselves with whom was mean and not, and to tell the truth, mostly they did not. They did have a pretty solid sense of solidarity with each other, though, and that humans seemed to lack this, and purposefully seemed to hurt each other for rather obscure reasons was just one more failing of the 'biggies'. One that worked in their advantage though.

But often these punishments did involve sex, and this was very much in thread with how the pixies saw things. Pretty much everything was commendable if it lead to a good lay. So the 'boss girls' might be onto something after all!

This was not what was mainly on the mind of the pixes right now. They were much more concerned with watching their unwilling host. The girl, some of the more informed knew her name and little of her doings, looked like a promising playmate. She had long, shapely legs, a quite exotic and unusual appearance, big breasts.. Oh! And she had hair, vey long and unusual hair! Not to mention she did somehing with her mouth and her eyes when she was anoyed, somethng the pixies found sexy. Surely, that could be exploited.

But what to do with her..

Some of the pixies had already loaded their slingshots with tangleshots, just in case she tried to get awy. That did not seem to be the case, though. She had called for others to come, but the pixes did not think they had reason to worry about one or two more biggies. They would deal with that when the time came.

As Vera was busy talking on the phone, one of them made its move. It employed the pixie talent of creating illusions. It conjured up a faint image on one of the windows, like a faint reflection of someone standing behind the head girl. It used the image of one of the supposedly important biggies, not one of the cute ones, the students, but one of those with white coats who stayed in the labs.

Then another added voice to the illusion, making it appear from behind the headgirl. "Stand perfectly still, Vera Matsumoto! Lean forward, and place your hands on the desk! This area is contaminated, prepare for immedeate examination!"

Sometimes, the whitecoats tried to monitor and even capture the pixies for their research, somethin they detested, but at least they hoped they had learned to get the jargon right.

Unfortunately, they would not be able to get another keyboard to her till tomorrow. More than likely, the staff were being lazy and did not want to go out in the rain. It was probably for the best as it appeared that Vera's time would be spent cleaning up the mess that used to be her suite. The moment she hung up her phone though, she heard a male voice speak up behind her. Seeing the labcoat in the window's reflection, she froze. What the hell was this man talking about? The Head Girl could not help but notice things not adding up at all.

First, was the fact this area was supposedly contaminated but only one person had come to contain the area. Not only that but the man was dressed in just a labcoat and had no hazmat suit or anything to protect himself from being contaminated as well. In a contaminated area, the last thing you would tell someone to do is to touch anything in the area. That only added to the problem of not wearing a suit or some sort of protection if the man was to be touching a person who was contaminated. The last warning light was that despite seeing the image in the window, she felt nothing behind her. The pixies did not know that Vera was an empath and could sense human emotions. It was certainly possible this was a disguised monster working with NICE labs but at this point she was not in the mood. Her room was trashed and for all she knew, this man could have been the cause for it.

"I am not in the mood for..." she would turn around and stop as she saw no one was behind her at all, "Games..." Vera sighed and looked back at the window before brushing some stray strands of silver hair from her face. It was bad enough she could not get any work done but now monsters were playing their games with her as well? Why did she get the feeling things were going to get much worse before it gets better? The Head Girl started to pick things up off the floor, putting them back on the shelves or anywhere else they belonged. She might as well clean up this mess before the day was over.

Their host seemed to be a little too clever for their tricks, it seemed. Apparently, they needed refine that white coat acts, should they use it again in the future. They did seem to make her confused for a split second, though. Still, it was no great loss.

It was not unusual for the pixies playmates to see past some of their tricks. Fresh arrivals to Shokushu seemed to be the easiest to fool, but those who had been around for a while tended to achieve a healthy level of suspicion after a while. Both had their charm. In the case of the former, their naive wonder was a delight. In the case of the latter, the challenge of finding some way to get a reaction out of them did provide exitement of their own.

This one seemed to be more concerned about the state of her room than anything. Humans could be so.. territorial at times. The pixies had several dwellings scattered around the island, moving between them at will. Humans usually only lived in one place, so maybe that explained why this one seemed so concerned about having everything in order. Of course, she could simply be anal retentive, as so many humans were.

Tehy did like watching Vera clean up, though. Bending over, picking things up, she gave them a good view of her long legs, they way her back arched, and plently of chances to peek up her skirt. Deciding to make a game of this, the pixies waited for her to clean the clutter out of one area, then, as soon as she turned her attention elsewhere, they pushed a book down on the floor. The next time she turned, a drawer would be pushed open, and a few objects ejected, and so on.

A little isslusionary clutter was added as well, some objects naturally found in the appartment, othes not.

Not every pixie managed to stay serious through this, and if Vera was alert, short burst of high of high pitched laughter could be heard.

(OOC: What kind of shoes does Vera wear?)

((Currently she is in uniform so just black shoes. She owns other business attire with appropriate footwear as well as heels to go with dresses and sandals for swimwear))

Despite Vera's attempts to clean up the room, it seemed like more things just keep finding themselves on the floor. It was just one thing after another. She managed to finish one section only to find another section had a few items she missed. The process kept repeating here and there, with objects being back on the floor or just misplaced entirely. Even as messy as it was coming here, she was not expecting things to go so slowly as it currently was.

The silver haired woman could not help but feel something was off. The feeling only grew as she found more items back on the floor, some of which never belonged to her in the first place. She then heard snickering and laughter for a brief moment but when she looked around, she saw no one. "Hmph.." she huffed and closed her eyes for a moment. Perhaps unknown to the pixies was that this woman was skilled in magic. Vera activated her mana sight and tried to pick up on these weird sensations. It was possible she was dealing with a magical based monster which may explain some of the odd things that were happening around her. But just to test the waters further she also spoke up. "Ok, I am getting tired of this," she called out to the air around her, "I know someone is here so lets just get this over with and show yourself. I am not in the mood for games." Her arms crossed infront of her chest, not intending to continue until she was certain there would be no further trouble. Her eyes would read the mana around her, searching for any channeling that may be occuring.

Using mana sight was probably the most effective way to penetrate the illusions. Crating an image that holds up to both physical and mystical senses is doable, but depends upon the creator taking special care, and most of the time, the pixies did not bother, especially when the illusions were made on a whim, and not part of a particularly elaborate deception.


Thus the artificial clutter lit up like neon lights when perceived with the second sight. They were glowing with energy, but appeared to be almost hollow, like bright outlines without any inside substance. If one were to study them more closely, it would even be apparent that they were slowly unravelling, slowly dissolving. Minor cantrips, made to amuse and confuse, not lasting glamour.

"I know someone is here so lets just get this over with and show yourself. I am not in the mood for games."

"Not in the mood for games? How boring!", one voice answered.

"We like games? Why don't you like games? Are you a sore looser?"

"Huh.. Sore? If you have a problem with being sore, maybe you should try some lubrication?"

The voices appeared from around the room, from behind the TV, from atop shelves, and from beneath the couch.

"Well, this is a game, like it or not! Hide and seek! You find us first!"

Suddenly, a buzzing noise started up somewhere.

"WOHAA! No wonder she is sore if this is what she is using!"

Her intruders were quick to respond to the Head Girl's demand. She apparently was not dealing with one monster but several of them it seemed like. Hearing the high pitch voices coming from hard to reach places, they were small invaders indeed rather than the giant drooling variety. Vera's guess was right on as she saw the numerous threads of mana unraveling from their basic illusion spells. Unfortunately, her guests were less than happy to have the games end and instead made a challenge for the silver haired woman. With their crude humor, she would be more than happy to find and get rid of these pests as soon as possible.

"Fine then," she sighed, "Ready or not, here I come." Vera began chanting softly the words of magic. Hearing one of her many punishment devices rattling away in one of her drawers, she knew at least where one of them was at. But the others she could only guess. She had means of flushing them out of those little hiding spots though. The Head Girl gathered threads of light into densely packed glowing white pearls. Once prepared, she waved her head and sent a pearl under her couch, behind the television, and up on the top shelves. As she walked towards the buzzing noise, she snapped her fingers and the pearls would suddenly explode in a brilliant flash of light as if they were little flashbangs.

Opening the drawer, she would turn off the vibrator and reach for whatever had turned it on the first place. Hopefully her little spell would make them come out of hiding or risk being blinded by another of her spells.

"What is that? It looks like.."

"AAAAAARGHHHH! I'm blind!"

The explosive devices seemed to have an effect, all right. Some high pitched curses indicated that someone, somewhere had been blinded by the explosions. Others did not curse, but instead cheered and shouted.

"WEEEEEE! FIRECRACKERS! PANG!"

"My eyes! This is not funny!"

"Yes it is!! We are laughing, hence it is funny! You are being illogical!"

The drawer revealed a tiny, feminine figure, only eight inches tall, with pink wings. She seemed to be wrestling with the vibrator, but if it was to turn it on, or if the winged girl was trying to straddle it was a bit unclear. She stared up at Vera, blinking a little. "Uh.. Hi!", she said.
Then she flew right up, and poked Vera's nose.
"TAG! You are it!"

The game of hide and seek being over for now, a few others emerged from their hiding places, buzzing about under the roof like hyperactive dragonflies.

Well Vera at least got some revenge for the trouble these creatures were causing her. What she found in the drawer was certainly something different from the usual guests on the island. The little woman looked like a pixie for all descriptive purpose and flew quickly up to tap the Head Girl on the nose. "I did not know faeries were on the island as well," she said, "And I was already it from hide and seek, little one. So touching me just made you IT. And no tag backs."

She looked up at the other colorful creatures flying in her suite now. "If you are looking to have fun," she began, "You should head back down and for the smaller building where the other students rest. There you should find plenty of playmates. I do not have time to keep each of you entertain, especially after you made a mess of my suite. Now if you wish to discuss business, I can assist with that but I doubt you are interested in such fun things."

The Head Girl really had no idea what to expect from these small pixies. It was obvious they were very playful but their chaotic nature made them unpredictable. She just needed to direct their chaos away from her and her home so she could work in peace. The last thing she needed was them to think they could stay up here in the tower. Maybe she can convince them to stay at an absent Head Girl's suite.

"Oh.. No! I am not it!", the pinkish little fey protested "Or am I?"

"Yes! Ha-ha! You are so it!", someone replied. The pink one buzzed about in the air a little, then added more speed to her flight. "Ready or not! Here I come!!"
She shot of like a pink dart, heading for one of the others, who narrowly avoided her. Small humanoid shot back and forth bellow the roof, so fast it was hard to catch the detail of their appearance. They were humanoid, obviously. Their wings and hair came in many colors, usually matching. Some wore clothes, some not. It seemed there were both males and females amongst them.

Now, this woman seemed to be a lot more fun than they anticipated, even grasping the elements of the game. Maybe she would be a little less completely hopeless than most humans?

A few of them were chased by the punk one, circling Vera. A couple saw the opportunity for a quick getaway, neatly manoeuvring up underneath her skirt to avoid capture, hovering there so that the hem moved slightly with the draft of beating wings. Another couple hid underneath her long hair, and the pink one trailed off. Their speed and agility was immense.

Any hopes for Vera being in on the fun was dashed though, as she tried to keep them away from her suite. Still, such minor matters was not going to deter them. Oh no! Far from it. The pixies had come to expect a little resistance now and then.

"Boring!", a voice said, it's female owner dropping down and landing on Vera's head."We play with students all the time. We know where they live, silly! But we have never been here before, and this place is bigger, and it is high up. Obviously, it is meant for real people, who can fly."


"Business?" said, a male looking like a green haired, winged cross between Peter Pan and Zelda "I don't know much about business, but I hear you can mix it with pleasure. Does that mean you wear a suit with pinstripes, and talk really fast on the cell phones?"

"I'd look smashing in a nice suit!", a female chimed in, before being chased off by Pink, who after a few lightning fast exchanges had become it again.

"I can assure you, I cannot fly," she said, not wishing to be forced something dangerous like that. It was difficult to make the fast moving sprites, constantly darting through the air in a colorful display with their fellow fae. Though troublesome, the pixies were not causing too much chaos as they limited their game to the ceiling. Despite their annoyance of rules or other boring things, they use rules in their games so it is not entirely impossible to reason with the little creatures.

"Hey!" she hopped as pixies began to buzz around her, some darting under her skirt and others hid in her hair. The hair was not a problem but she rather not have them flying up between her thighs like this. "But, if you continue to trash my suite like this, I will not be allowed up here anymore. Then there will be no room for you to play in high up in this tower," she sighed moving to take a seat in her chair, "And yes, as you know this island well enough, pleasure may be involved in the business if done right." Vera frowned at the mess still on the floor, it was going to be impossible to clean with them buzzing around her body constantly. But despite the situation, the Head Girl would try to treat her guests with some amount of respect assuming things do not worsen. She left the pixie standing on her head be. The silver haired woman simply crossed her legs to keep them from using her skirt as a hiding place any longer.

"If you are not here for business, how long do you intend on staying here?" she asked, "If a room high up is all you want, it may be possible to work out a deal. There are some vacancies assuming you do not cause the staff too much difficulty."

Vera crossed her legs, almost squashing one pixie, but it squirmed away. It was not quite enough to get them out from underneath her skirt though. Some seemed to have grabbed hold of her panties, and were hanging there.

"Vacancies?", the purple female said. "That means they are empty. Hmmmm.. let me see.. No. Thanks, but we would rather stay here. It is much more fun with someone around to play with. I think you like playing. We found plenty of toys while rummaging around here. And don't worry about being evicted because of how it looks. We can prettify this place quite nicely, if we get the time."

The green male made a little half turn in the air, then dropped to Vera's impressive chest. Securing himself by holding on to her school tie, he stood there, even striking some sort of pose. "Hey, nice balcony, baby!"

"Besides, we would like to learn more about how you do that pleasure and business thing. Particularly the pleasure part, obviously."

"I really do not have time to play with each of you," she replied mildly as the little pixies flew about and clinged to her uniform. It was useless to swat the quick little creatures. Vera needed to find a way to make these things leave and perhaps never return. The green one landed on her chest and complimented her balcony though she was uncertain if he meant the actual balcony or was referring to the chest he stood on.

"To explain that, I would need to explain what my position as Head Girl involves," Vera replied, "I help maintain order here on the island mainly with the students though I do assist the staff here with anything they require. I work to ensure things run smoothly here which in turn ensures that creatures such as yourselves can come here and have your fun. But there are those who cause trouble here and it is my job to bring them back in line. The pleasure part comes in correcting these students. I prefer to inform them of their wrong doings while also preparing them for slavery, making them more responsive to authority and more susceptable to their sexual needs. Those toys you have found are just a few that have been used on students to help break them into their new lives here on the island and their future lives off it."

"I do also work with guests of the island, that can include yourselves if within reason. Some guests prefer to take part in the correction process, requesting that I send some of the most troubling of students to them to have their way with," she crossed her arms infront of her as she watched the little devils, "So in other words, I ensure all those rules and things your kind does not like is taken care of so that your kind can continue to play with not a worry in the world."

"So, does being a head girl involve giving head at all?", the green one asked. "Or is that what you meant by the.. ahem.. staff you were assisting?"

"I am a real good head girl!", one female chimed in, hovering in the air in front of Vera. "If you like, I can show you! Once you get the hang of it, you can make them go totally 'mmmmmm' and then 'oooooohhhhh' and then "Ohyeahbabypleasedon'tstop!!!' and then they like totally explode. Do you like it when they spill it in your mouth?"

Purple did seem to pay a bit more attention, though, at least to the parts of Vera's explanation that she found interesting. "I find the bit about 'corrections' and 'pleasure' quite interesting. Tell me a bit more.. do you simply just fuck them with your toys, or do you do other fun stuff with them too? I imagine leather and whips and stuff, but that is just me. We are always interested in ideas for new.. games.."

The voice of the pixie turned surprisingly husky for someone that tiny. It was almost like she was purring while her kinky brain thought of new ways of amusement.

While they were talking, other pixies had turned their attention to Vera's hair, cooing delightfully about it's length and lustre, toying with it. Someone started dividing it into strands, like they intended to braid it or something.

"Anyway, I bet she doesn't get it in her mouth that often.", Green said, continuing a discussion with Yellow. "Look at her chest, girl! I bet she loves getting it all squirted over her breasts!"