*crunch, crunch, crunch*

Something was moving through the brush. Ferns shook, releasing the morning dew in a shower of diamonds, which caught the suns emerald light and, for a briefest moment, displayed its cacophony of colors before splashing onto frustrated green skin.

*russle, russle, russle*

Something was disturbing the undergrowth. It moved quickly, ignoring the splendor of the morning and the beauty of the grove, as the trees sang whispering songs of ages past and cold winter nights. No, it ignored these things because it was hunting…

“Stupid sticks” The ooze thought as it rolled over the dirty forest ground, spitting out rocks and twigs that jabbed at it, propelled into it by the blobs impatience and frustration. It was sure that silver haired girl had come this way. She had smelt of cold crisp winter nights and Christmas cookies baking. It had wanted to taste this mystical girl and had done the unthinkable. It ventured outside.

“Stupid outdoors” The glop cursed to itself as it barreled after the student. The outdoors was dangerous, if it started to rain the blob would melt, and then… The goop shivered involuntarily as it stopped to force another twig that was sticking out of its side. It looked around. The student was long gone and the trees now seemed older, heavier, and full of age, as if this grove held the secrets of eons. This majesty was lost on Oozekar however.

“Stupid Trees” It thought angrily. “You cost me dinner!”

While Oozekar was venting his frustrations, others did not have the same problems with the woods. To the pixies, the forrest was their home and their realm. Twigs and underbrush did not bother them, they did have wings, after all.

Somewhere nearby, a nearby tree creaked a little. It seemed that something moved beneath the bark, in a most untree like manner. The bark shifted, then split, revealing a little opening. Those sensitive to such things would perhaps notice a slight tingle of mystic energy.

From inside, a tiny female figure emerged. She was female, with long legs and very long blonde hair. Her figure was slender, yet quite athletic. Aside from her size, pointy ears and yellow dragonfly wings revealed her fairy nature. She stretched herself, yawning, like she had just woken up.

She called out, in a high-pitched, bird like voice, answered by a second, similar one from down bellow. The blonde pixie grabbed hold of a bag, then leapt into the air, spiralling down to the root of the tree, to rendezvous with another female, emerging from the undergrowth to seat herself on a toadstool.

This one had long purple hair, matching wings, and wore a very tight-fitting dress, revealing that despite her size, she was all woman, gifted with smooth curves and fine features.

The blonde woman seated herself on the toadstool, then began dressing herself in clothes taken from the bag.

Oozekar sat listening to the world around it. It was strange and alien. Too many sounds, too many whispers. The wind whistled through the trees, hushing the woods as an overprotective mother, the wigs of insects hummed like an art gallery crowd, and of course there were those too effeminate voices chatting about… Wait, what?

The blob snaked through the ferns and undergrowth toward the sound of voices. Perhaps the predator had not lost its prey… The green blob was looking high as it streaked toward the sound. Suddenly it was upon them and almost ran straight into the toad stool where they sat. Two pixies sat before it, one with beautiful long purple hair and purple wings while the other was blond with yellow wings. The blond looked strong and athletic, reveling herself as she slowly pulled on her clothing, while the purple had soft curves, brilliantly displayed by her tight fitting dress.

Watching them, the ooze fell into reminiscence. It was reminded of a time long ago when small winged creatures flew around it, tempting them with their insect like bodies. And then it and its brothers would… Suddenly a small tendril shot toward the fairies like the tongue of a frog. It fell short, landing near the base of the toad stool. The ooze quickly recalled the tendril back, winding it in like a fishing line.

It stared at the fairies, with their soft feminine forms and cute tiny features. They smelt of morning dew and fresh wild flowers, the blond like a daisy and the purple like hydrangea. They smelt tasty and their cute petite forms glimmered in the early morning light, the brilliance of the day filtering through their wings to fall gently on their soft sexy curves.

“Well why not?” shrugged the Ooze and it shot a small sticky streamer toward the half dressed little blond fairy.

It was a bit ironic that the pixies were about to be attacked, in the forest, their true domain no less. Perhaps the little faeries has gotten a bit too confident. Poaching girls alone in the woods had been a bit easy, perhaps. Most monsters were no match for the pixies when it came to evasion, and most considered the tiny humanoid to small to be victims anyway.

Maybe the pixies had had it a little too easy lately. Spotting someone creeping up to them should have been easy.

And perhaps one of them did sense something amiss. At least Purple seemed to cock her head, and listen for a few seconds, but she did not say or do anything.

Yellow, the blonde one seemed oblivious, that was for sure. She had pulled on a pair of knee high socks, whiteish, made from a shiny, soft material, and had bound her hair up with a bow of a similar fabric, and now seemed to be picking out a little dress.

*Thock*

The soft gooey tongue smacked into the torso of beautiful yellow haired fairy, just as she was trying to put on her dress. The force of the impact would have toppled her over, had the sticky substance not griped her soft skin, holding her tightly. She had just enough time to wonder what had happened when the sticky thing retracted, pulling the poor little fairy through the underbrush, ferns and grass whipping at her skin, until…

*Splat*

She landed stomach first on a large green blob, which blended almost seamlessly with the undergrowth. Wherever her skin touched the blob she would stick, like she was caught in a giant mouse pad. The goo felt smooth and electric, like liquid latex that was charged with electric power. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant to the touch, but then it began to slowly wrap tiny strands around her legs, drawing her into the huge sticky creature.

This felt odd… Oozekar thought as it slowly began to manipulate the little creature. Not odd because it was different, but because it felt so right. It felt the energy of the little creature it was enveloping, and could feel its energy begin to meld with its own. How had it snuck up on them? This was their home, and it didn’t even like it here. Yet the ooze had snuck quietly through the brush, attacked and captured one, and had done it all automatically. Very odd. But the Ooze turned pink, she was delicious: hints of morning dew with an aftertaste of wild berries and nuts, but overall, she tasted of Sex. The ooze could taste it all over her, the act of it, the musk of it, and the juices of thousands on orgasms. It was, to the ooze, the most delicious thing it had ever tasted.

Slowly it began to lick her toes, caressing each tiny one with a tiny little tongue. Able to control its structure at the microscopic scale, the ooze could manipulate her tiny body as the fairy had probably never been manipulated before. She could feel fingers begin to massage her feet, running hands across her insoles and across the top, hitting pressure points which sent electric sensations through her tiny body. Octopus like tentacles seemed to climb her legs, kissing her skin as they went, all the while pulling her ever down into the electric ooze..

First caught like a fly on the tongue of a frog, then being slowly tasted by a color shifting glob, and then being stuck, slowly sinking into the substance, Yellow began screaming, kicking her feet as she did so. Her voice carried surprisingly far for such a small creature.

"NO! Get off me! You will mess up my hair and make me icky and gross! LET GO OFF ME! I am too pretty for this!"

Purple on the other hand, seemed less panicked. "Girl.. you just are not too alert after napping, are you?"
Casting an eye towards the scene, she did not seem to be in a hurry. She studied her nail, like she was making up her mind. Then she leapt into the air, hovering a good five feet over the scene.

"OK, blobby one. You can change color and you are good at hiding. Nice for you, but I cannot allow you to eat my kin! Spit her out!"

She made some sort of gesture, and a nearby branch began to move.

The ooze stared at the flying violet winged fairy as only an eyeless ooze can. It slowly turned a determined tan as it sucked on the screaming fairy, sticking halfway out of its sticky interior, like a cowboy sucks on a straw. Somewhere in the distance a tumble weed passed, and a “waawaawaa” played softly.

Oozekar thought for a moment. He had no way to respond to the purple’s commands, but it had no intention of giving up its delicious bonbon. The manipulation of the yellow fairy stopped and was replaced with the feathery caresses of dozens of light feathers, tickling her unmercifully. They lightly played across her toes up her legs and across her sides, even flicking across her sensitive inner thighs. The feathers seemed determined to make the little fairly laugh.

The blob didn’t know what the gestures the purple fairy made were for, and it certainly didn’t see any moving branches, but that purple hair flitting softly in the breeze and soft fluttering wings glistening in the sunlight sure looked tasty. If her companion tasted this good then this wiser fairy must be even tastier. Maybe they would complement each other, like dark chocolate and Eiswein. Mmmmmmm. It watched the fairy closely. A shudder of excitement traveled through the ooze, and the blond fairy sunk a little deeper into the gooey substance. The wind blew. A feather flew peacefully out of a tree. A bird called in the distance. When dramatic tension was at its peak, the ooze did a little spin and shot another thin ribbon of goo, straight at the flying fairy.

"Noooooo! I am tickish! Ha-hahahhahah! No! He-he-he! Stop it-hee-hee-hee!"

Yellow squirmed even more, slender limbs failing and her body vibrating like a pumped up sex toy. She said she was ticklish, and she was right.

Purple, aware of the danger, span to one side, trying to avoid the super fast pseudopod shooting at her. It was down to the pumped up reaction times of a pixie versus the power and speed of the shot.
At the same time, the animated brach shot downwards, going for yellow, twisting to grab her and pull her up, but would the fay girl be stuck to deep down to get loose, or would the blob be able to deflect it?

It was a duel too fast for most humans to appreciate, really, and the outcome uncertain.

(waawaawaa. Hillarious )

“What the hell!” The blob thought as it realized something had wrapped around its little laughing prize. Not only had it missed its shot but now a tree was trying to steal its dinner! Was this whole forest crazy!? Oozekar was in no danger of losing its prize. Its membrane griped the kicking little fairy at the molecular level, and the tree would sooner hurt the fairy than free her from its grasp. But the ooze didn’t want its delicious morsel hurt, only exhausted and in ecstasy.

The Ooze quickly grabbed onto the branch, shifting its weight from the ground to the tree limb wrapped around its delicious morsel. That way, no matter how the branch moved the blob could move with it; clung to it like snot on a finger. However this meant the yellow headed fairy was quickly engulfed to her neck, leaving only her head and her wings exposed. The tickling spread to her back, across her stomach and flicked the sensitive mounds of her chest. The ooze seemed merciless in its ministrations, not stopping till her chest was heaving to catch her breath and she could barely speak. Perhaps it was frustrated with the other purple fairy, and taking it out on her.

The other fairy looked so graceful as she quickly rolled out of the way of the pseudopod, her purple dress flickering suggestively around her thighs. The tendril in the air didn’t retract, as had the one that hit the toe-headed fairy (now laughing and screaming uncontrollably). Instead it sped toward the fairy like a switch, propelled by some impossible alien strength. It was quickly joined by another speeding tongue aimed directly at her, and another speeding toward where the purple fairy was likely to go. It seemed to the fairy that the air was being filled with waving tendrils of sticky goo. If she stayed where she was, it was likely she would be boxed in. caught, and join her compatriot in tortured ecstasy.

( )

Purple, spun, weaved and darted all her wings could do. Pixies are fast, agile, have low reaction times, and against a human opponent, she would most likely have prevailed. There is little a humanoid can do against a pixie, except to move as fast as possible and hope for the best, and often, the pixie will predict their movement.

This amorphous opponent did not have those limitations, and Purple found herself hard pressed. Normaly, she would have used more of her magic now, gone on the offence, but she did not have time. Still, she did an impressive job, wings beating so hard they seemed no more than a purplish blur in the air.

Could she make it?

"Hi! What is so funny?"

A third voice joined in, this one coming from another faerie girl, this one with wild pink hair, matching wings and dressed only in a tiny skirt, her smaller breasts proudly exposed.

For a split second, Purple was distracted by the arrival of the newcomer.

Oozekar was not one to miss an opportunity. Its waving tendrils curled and cracked like a whip, smacking against the distracted purple fairy hard, it’s sticky membranes attaching to her softly fluttering dress wrapping around her tightly and drawing her toward the ooze, now hanging upside down under a tree branch.

The pink fairy didn’t have time to react. Tendrils, already alive from the fight with purple, quickly wrapped round her arms and waist. They dragged her through the air toward the hanging tan blob, which now proudly displayed a floating blond fairy.

The blob flashed its usual victory colors, resting on a contented green, it wanted to make sure no more approaching fairies would be so quick to see the hanging creature. How many were there? Were they all this tasty? It licked the fairies being dragged toward it with it’s remaining psedopods, being sure to linger on the pink’s exposed breasts. Mmmmm, strawberries and cream. Oh, and sex, they all tasted of sex.

The blob sucked in the heaving blond fairly, letting her rest from its ticklish torture. It’s latex ooze felt good against her oversensitive skin, though it felt as if she was submerged in tar. The ooze forced open her tiny mouth and quested down the blond fairies throat, which allowed the fairy to breath while completely submerged. At the same time the fairy could feel the stuff in her elfin ears penetrating deep into her little head. Working at this size was taxing for the ooze. She was so small, that the blob could hurt her if it made a mistake. The things in her ears did hurt her, and it was uncomfortable. It was like having an itch you couldn’t scratch on her brain. Then, when she could stand it no longer, she heard a small cheery voice say “Hello!” and with its coming her pain was soothed away.

The fairies mind was strange; it crackled with arcane magics the ooze didn’t understand. It was as if the fairy was a part of something much greater than herself, and the blob was afraid to tap into such energies. Well at least it could talk to her now, and it decided to have some fun with her. “OH NO. I have gotten into your hair. I will never come out. I guess there is no choice now, but to cut it off!”

Yellow was swallowed into the blob, feet kicking a little before she was sucked inside like someone would slurp down the insides of an oyster. She feared she might have problems breathing, even more so the blob around her pried her yaws open, forced its way down between her soft lips, and filled her mouth with its slimy matter, yet she did not drown. It kept her alive, somehow, and Yellow, sucked as hard as she could, lips and tongue well used to pleasing other fairies.
Then the thing around her spoke, filling her with dread again.

"NO! Not my hair! My hair cannot be cut! It is a thing of beauty!"

Yellow was a vain creature, and she believed in her own beauty, perhaps with reason. She did also believe that it was her duty to make the world a better place, simply by being drop dead gorgeous in it. Small of body, huge of ego.

"OH! Look! Shiny colors!", Pink cried out, not at all realizing the danger. Her body was smooth, lovely to the touch. She had slender, yet muscular legs, and a quite pert butt, a legendary ass amongst the pixies. Her body was more slender overall, with rather modest breast. Her nipples were hyper sensitive, though, and stiffened by the mere touch.
"Hey, why is it groping my tits?"

Purple was the only one fighting at the moment. She wasted no time, and as the blob had snared her gossamer, she quickly tore at its, shredding the delicate fabric and wiggled out of it like a butterfly from its cocoon.

Gah! The purple fairy evaded it again! She was such wiley prey. Its tendrils droped the tattered remains of the gossamer dress, letting them float listlessly to the ground. It left the purple fairy for a moment, and began to wrap the oblivious pink in its gooey pseudopods. It spun her slowly rolling her up into a warm electric latex blanket as she was drawn toward the hanging glob, the tendrils lingering on her erect nipples and fantastic ass. She tasted a little of latex herself. It enveloped her with a slurp leaving only her face exposed, interfacing with her mind the same way it had with the blond. Then giant human sized tounges began to torture her body, running across her breasts, down her sides, and between her legs almost rubbing her away with the force and friction. The toungs made sure to touch every bit of her in order to get her squirming.

The ooze turned it’s attention to the Blond fairy. It began to rub her tiny heavenly legs and feet, easying out the tensions of being captured and battered against her will. It slowly uncurled the branch that was still wrapped round her middle and pulled her away from it. Then she felt her wings start to get rubbed and licked, caressing the delicate and powerful surfaces, sending unimaginable sensations through her body. “I dunno…” thought the ooze to her “I don’t think I can come out…. What would you do to avoid having you long hair cut off?” Her exquisite body felt playful licking on her breasts and between her legs, revealing what the ooze had in mind.

The pink fairy was starting to get good and stimulated. It waited till she seemed to be enjoying the experience and then made it’s proposition to her. “Why don’t you ask your friend come down and join us?“ The oose cooed. “I can make the next few hours be …entertaining… for all of you.” With that a tongue took a long hard lick right across her mound, letting the little pink fairy feel every bump on the rough tongue.

"..mmmmmmm.."

Yellow briefly surrendered to the sensations. Pixies really are creatures of the senses, bound to be distracted by any pleasant sensation. She squirmed a little, her body like a sexual organ in itself. Stretching, kicking a little, her body displayed its natural beauty, exposed long legs, perky breasts and tight buttock.
The comment on her hair rekindled her horror, however.

"My hair!", she cried, or tried to, through the ooze. "You cannot hurt my hair! My hair is the beutifulest! It is my pride and joy. I might be gorgeous, but my hair is my treasure! Anything but my hair, you vile despoiler of prettiness!"

She tried biting a chunk out of the slime in retaliation.

Pink, on the other hand, seemed to be less prone to panic. "Ohhhh.. it is liking me! Mmmm.. it is like a kitten, only blobbier! Uhh.. oh.. a naughty kitten!"
Instead of fighting, she seemed to quite enjoy it, twisting her body and placing it so it would be easier for her captor to tend to every part of it. At least until she realized she was about to get captured.
Her reaction was explosive, suddenly she was fighting like a champion. Until Oozekar spoke..

"Wow! You can talk! Look, it is a talking blob kitten!"
Jubilantly, she briefly forgot her struggle, wide eyedly marvelling at this discovery.

Purple still hovered overhead. She put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly, calling for help.

Hmmm. These fairies were proving to be very flighty of mind. Well whatever, it had two of these delicious little morsels, but it wanted the purple one too. It could try to catch her again, but it would be easier if it could trick her closer. That whistle had it worried. 3 faeries it could handle, but more might be tricky.

The ooze continued its manipulation of the blond fairy, rubbing the strange knots of mustle in her back that controlled the beating of her tiny shimmering wings. Tiny hands rubbed along her beautifully shaped tummy, teasing the top of her mons and questing up between her, perfect proportional bosoms. At the same time she could feel a nibbling and sucking at her pointed ears. Her screams had a different effect than what she had intended. The noise from the blond’s voice was amplified and reverberated around the ooze, causing the appendages pleasuring both fairies to vibrate at the frequency of her protests. As her voice was raised the vibrations grew more intense.

“Mmmmm?” the ooze whispered in the blond fairies ear “Then I guess you would do anything to keep your hair? Even get purple to come join us?” The goo implored, causing her face to break the surface of the ooze and the goo to retreat from her lungs.

Pink was enjoying a furious licking as she came to the realization that the blob around her could talk. Suddenly the large tongue broke into smaller fairy tongues which spread like a wildfire across her smooth skin. They crossed her shimmering wings and across her back. They zigzagged down her legs to lick every single toe and they zoomed up and down her arms, licking in between her fingers. They plaid special atention to that glorious ass, moving in circles and teasing her depths, making it wiggle seductively. Her movement earlier, helping the ooze make greater contact with her skin, was coming back to bite her now, the tongues now able to wriggle into her most sensitive of areas in order to beater pleasure her.

“You like what you Goopy Naughty Kitty Kat is doing?” the goo teased