The tendrils were writhing like wounded snakes as the light hit them, shedding specks of black as the began to loose cohesion. The pixies found this fascinating. Some of them had a small affinity for shadow, as it was useful for illusions, but not quite in this form. This type of darkness was not merely about what was hidden from the realm of light. Rather, it was more solid, like an element in it's own right. The subtle differences in magic made the shadow stuff behave in ways the pixies did not expect, hence the violent reaction when the pixies tried to use their magic to manipulate it.

A couple more pixies broke loose, more tendrils bursting out, some even snagging a pixie or two, who struggled and kicked to get loose, blasting the darkness with more light.

"Hey! Eyes on the price, folks!" One yelled.

Pixies darted towards Vera, some shooting darts of light towards her face, hoping to distract her, as other tried to grab hold of her long, silver hair.

The shadowy tendrils were not under Vera's control but, they were not being controlled by the pixies. It was hard to say what exactly happened to the spell that made it react like this. At least it was still possible to remove the inky appendages using light magic. Even the pixies started helping in destroying them though that could just be part of the game to earn more imaginary points or what not.

A group of pixies suddenly swarmed towards the Head Girl. Colorful lights shot right into her face, making the woman hiss in discomfort and shut her eyes. If getting a light pen pointed into someone's eye was annoying, having bolts of pure light shot into them was far less pleasant. Vera's eyes teared up as she covered them, waiting for the stars to stop flecking behind her eyelids. Blinded for the moment, she stopped channeling and attempting to cast any spells. It was useless trying to hit these tiny creatures with just touch and hearing to guide her.

Vera's free hand tried to swat the pixies away as they flew about her. She felt her hair grabbed and tugged on though she had no clue what they were trying to do if anything. For all she knew, this was just to annoy her further. "Just leave me alone," she called out, her breathing grown deeper from using so much mana.

The pixies plan for the head girls pale hair was soon revealed. Grabbing hold of a long lock of hair, one of the little pest pulled it out as far as it could, flying around Vera's arm. Another soon followed. The were trying to use her own tresses as a restraint. The pixies worked lightning fast, trying to ensnare the other hand. Other pixies also tried to take advantage of Vera's temporary blindness, grabbing hold of hair and clothes. Some even tried to squirm in underneath her clothes, one managing to get under her blouse, grabbing hold of her bra and beginning to climb up towards her massive breasts.

All in all, the pixies were an odd mixture of chaos and order, swarming all over the place, getting in each others way, but yet the seemed to be able to co-ordinate themselves quite efficiently when they had a common goal in sight.

"Stop destroying the shady stuff!", Purple barked. "Let us see what they can do!"

How effective the bindings of hair would be all depended on just how many strands made up the bond. A few could easily be ripped out while large bundles would be too difficult and painful to do with brute strength alone. The other pixies on the other were taking advantage of Vera's dazed state, rushing for the Head Girl and grabbing hold of anything they could touch. Several were hanging on her hair and uniform while a few others were trying to get underneathe to touch her bare flesh. Vera had no choice but to resort to physical conflict as she grabbed at the pixies climbing on her and tried to yank them off of her body. They were like a swarm of ants now. Was this ever going to end?

It seemed the pixies had chosen enough hair that pulling the locks restraining Vera's hands would be hard. Yanking her arm loose might be possible, but it would be hurt, and others were busy adding more to the first, soon making it impossible unless the head girl acted very quickly.

Vera was off course stronger and bigger than the pixies, so it was easy to tear away any individual fairies she could grab, but they were more numerous, and faster too, so it would be a loosing battle unless she found anew tactic. To add to her difficulties, some had grabbed hold of even more hair, and were swinging around Tarzan style, trying to trap her last hand as well, unless she was careful.

The opportunistic pixie that had crept underneath her blouse had managed to reach her cleavage, and was now squirming in underneath her bra, crawling towards her nipple. Muffled shuts of joy revealed that it enjoyed exploring this new, soft territory. Another one had managed to slip under her clothes too, others yelling at them to rip open the fabric from inside, so the rest could enjoy the sights.

Vera was not about to tear out her own hair for this stupid game. She knew how this island worked. Being a Head Girl has helped her avoid some of these conflicts but apparently her position did not matter to these colorful pixies. More hair was grabbed and added to her bonds, binding her current wrist further while others managed to start working on the other. She heard the constant chatter and giggling all around her as she squirmed in her ever tightening bonds. Visible lumps in her clothes revealed the pixies crawling around under her bra, feeling the soft tender flesh. Clenching her jaw, Vera knew it was useless now. She fell to her knees and bowed her head in defeat. "Fine!" she muttered, "You win. Just get it over with." Despite her words, she strained against her own hair that held her wrists but it was apparent she was not about to do anything drastic at this point. The question was what were these pixies going to do with her now that they caught her?

Vera's surrender was met with mixed response. Some cheered their victory, other apparently thought the fight was too fun to stop.

"Sure you don't want to run?", one asked, swooping past Vera's face. He was breech-less, and sported a pretty sizeable erection, clearly aroused by the excitement and action. "We could count to ten, give you a head start."

Others did not seem to mind as much. The ones in her hair were laying their last hands on their work. In a matter of seconds, they had gathered more hair, and were in the process of making intricate and strong braids around Vera's wrists, chaining her with her own hair. It was good work too, strong but well made braids. Now it would be impossible for her to get loose without help.

"Look how pretty you are! I bet you have never been tied up so nicely before. You are lucky, such long and thich hair. There are no limits to what we could do with it. You totally need to tell me if you want a makeover one day."

Meanwhile, one pixie had managed to squirm it's way to her nipple, and was passionately sucking on it and licking it. Others were working on her blouse, and with a rip, it was torn open, revealing her bra and her huge breasts. The view made the pixies cheer and make loud shouts of "wow!".

The Head Girl averted her gaze as the green male flew infront of her. Even with his large erection, he was still at most a nine inch tall pixie. Her wrists were pulled behind her as the tiny creatures finished binding her with her own hair. Vera could not really see what was all done to her hair but she had no interest in looking. She just wanted to get this over with. Her suite was a mess and now so was she. This was not what she wanted to back to after a long day of work and classes.

"Nnngh!" The pixie that had been squirming inside her bra finally found its prize. She felt tiny lips and an even smaller tongue start their vigorous assault on the vulnerable nub. Despite the thing's size, it sure worked fast and very well. The little tongue seemed to be able to push and press into her nipple that an ordinary human could not. The passionate sucks brought blood to the surface, aiding in making the nipple grow larger and more erect. Vera's hands clinched into fists as she bit her lip. Already, her peak was throbbing from the thing's attention. Her blouse tore open soon after, revealing the pixie shaped lump in Vera's bra while all the others cheered and admired those luscious mounds within that lacy bra.

The flock swarmed over her, several in on her inviting cleavage almost immediately, either burrowing into it, getting in as far as they could between the soft, big breasts, or using it as some sort of slide, yelling "whheeeee!" as they went. Tiny hand were kneading and showing on her voluminous bosom, making the soft flesh move. At some point, another mouth had found the other nipple, and soon it was being suckled as fiercely as well. It was hard to tell, but it now felt like two mouths were engaged as the first nipple. Apparently, they were about to see how erect they could make the swollen nub.

Taking advantage of her kneeling position, small hands were pulling down her panties, giving her butt small little slaps in the as process. Soon tiny mouths were at her butt as well, sometimes licking, sometimes playfully biting it.

"Ooooh! Here we go! Heave, ho!"

With a cheer, the pixies managed to push Vera's breasts up and forward, while pushing her bra downwards, so they fell out of their lacy cages, exposing her full, mammarian goodness. Some pixies hung on to her bra, while others fell off, laughing. "Wow, what a nice brasserie, and so big! We could make a nest in each cup!"

"Nice! Now, Vera, I want you to lean forward and move your torso left and right. Let us see those titties jiggle!"

The entire swarm proceeded to explore her now bound body. Vera shuts her eyes, now wishing to see the colored creatures covering her like ants. Countless little hands grabbed what they could of her breast and bottom, pinching and stroking while others grabbed hold of her lacy white bra. With a bit of teamwork, the flock managed to send both orbs bouncing free while her bra was left hooked beneathe her heaving melons. Shivers ran up and down Vera's spine as the pixies sucked deeply on her tits. So many mouths and each was drawing more hot blood to the surface. Her nipples grew longer and thicker, sticking out like sore thumbs and giving even more area for pixies to latch and nibble into.

Heat rose in Vera's cheeks. Her body was reacting to their advances. Her attention was drawn towards those tiny mouths suckling her teats with only momentarily distractions caused by the playful swats of her ass. Vera could only endure, much like all encounters with alien monsters. Purple spoke up, ordering her to sway her body for their amusement. But, the Head Girl was not about to obey. She just kept her eyes shut as she took slow deep breaths. Her nipples were throbbing with erotic agony, sending tingling waves of pleasure rolling through her firming mounds.

"No?" Purple said "You won't?"
The pixie made little tsk-tsk sounds, shaking her head slowly in dissapproval. She snapped her fingers, and clothed herself in an illusionary outfit, with tweed jacket, a pencil skirt,pumps and horn rimmed glasses, appearing like a tiny but strikt schoolteacher, even if Vera did not seem to want to look.
"You see, this is playtime. Playtime is supposed to be fun. It will be more fun for you if you play along, but even if you don't we will have our fun. Now, you said we won, and we have decided our price is a pretty pixie slut. You are in luck, 'cause pixie sluts get lots of pixie love."

With Vera's panties halfway down her thighs, the pixies now had access to not only her round butt, but also her pussy. A couple of tiny mouths were already taking advantage of this. Little lips and swift, darting tongues were tracing her cunny, licking, kissing and even pretend biting their way along the very edges of her slit, slowly, slowly moving towards her clit. A small hand was probing her opening, gauging her reactions. , it seemed it had been decided they wanted freer access to her gorgeous breasts. The blouse was being pulled further down her shoulders, and someone was unclasing her bra from behind as someone else was cutting at her bra strap with a tiny knife. By now, at least three pixies were at each nipple, who were getting wet with pixie spittle.

A brief exchange of words in the rapid fire tongue of the pixies occured, followed by a few fairies darting off. Obviously, they were going to need some extra tools for this job.

At some point, the pixies (or at least those whose mouths were not otherwise angaged), began chanting, a raccous chorus, making up words as they went along.
Happy days! You're in luck!
Will you be our pixie slut?
It's time to wiggle your pretty butt
'cause pixie sluts get pixie fucked!

The Head Girl did not care if she was not playing along. Being defeated merely meant that she was going to be fucked one way or another. The pixies were going to get that easily enough. But, she was not about to willingly degrade herself further by shaking her exposed rear to these colorful beings. Countless high pitched voices began to sing their lewd song about raping her. It was times like this she may of actually preferred the bigger more aggressive guests that just raped her and left. Well... maybe not a certain zombie.

"Ahh!" Vera shivered as lips, tongues, and tiny teeth ran along her exposed slit. Each mouth paid special attention to their claimed spot. Wild tingling sensations rippled up and down her entrance. Her clitoris twitched within its hood, rousing even before the pixies had arrived to their destination. The Head Girl's breathing grew deeper, trying her best to keep control even as more fae attached her nipples. With her arms bound, her bloused was pulled at least off her shoulders and down to her wrists. Her bra fell away in two halves, explosing her lovely melons to the singing choir of pixies. Already, the pixies between her thighs were getting small tastes of Vera's growing arousal glistening her netherlips.

(ooc: Sorry about the late reply. Been having this fever for days.. ugh..)

At first it seemed like the pixies were content with having a kneeling and increasingly aroused Vera to play with. Her pussy was being stroked and teased, and a multitude of pixies were swarming over her beasts, toying with them or playing with her nipples.
Sounds could be hear from the kitchen, though, like someone was rummaging through it, and after a couple of minutes, the pixies that had been sent off began to return.

One group came back from the kitchen, carrying various stuff. Two of them carried a cucumber between them, something that did not bode well. Another pixie came carrying some sort of container made out of leaves.
The container was being opened, several of the little fay scooping up handfuls of what appeared to be some sort of whitish substance.

"Since it does not seem like you want to play with us, we need to come up with some sort of solution." Purple kept lecturing. "And what solution is that? What is the easiest solution? That is right! We make you want to play with us."

"You know what this is? That is healing balm, pixie medicine if you like. It is healthy and good, and edible too. But do you want to know what it does when is applied to your skin? It makes it muuuuuuch more sensitive! And it makes blood rush to the area where it has been applied! Can you guess what we will do with it?"

There was no real need to guess, really. The pixies had already stopped playing with her breasts and her pussy. Instead little hands began applying the balm, smearing it across soft skin, hard nipples and even her clit. The they withdrew, waiting for the effect to take place.

((No worries, been busies too ^.^))

Beyond the chattering and giggling, Vera could not sense what the pixies were doing. Purple was kind enough to explain exactly what was going to happen next though and it was anything but good. The Head Girl's eyes were still closed but she was told all she needed to know. A balm was like a cream that was usually applied to wounds. It was of no surprise that pixies used such natural means of healing. But, Vera was not wounded at all. The only reason this was brought to her was to introduce the side effects.

The pixies suddenly drew away, leaving her breasts tingling and her nipples erect and glistening in the cool air. Those tiny lips and tongues were now replaced with countless little hands and fingers. Globs of the white substance was smeared across her breasts and nipples while others moved between her thighs and proceeded to lather it over her clitoris. The application did not take long with so many pixies working together. Her entire body was tingling as the balm took effect.

Vera bit her lip as she began to shiver. Even the light breeze from the AC felt like gentle caresses against her now hypersensitive flesh. Her eyes shut tighter as she stifled a groan. The pixies were doing nothing, just watching as her nipples throbbed and swelled into tiny nubs. Her clitoris was at full attention while her netherlips were flushed and puffy with arousal. Juices drooled from her slit which only made the cool air soak right into the tender flesh and stimulate it further. "Oh god..." she moaned.

"She likes it!"

A self congratulatory chorus of chatter arose amongst the pixies. So far, it was a success. But obviously, the playful pests had no intentions of stopping there. Hovering around Vera, as if to observe the effect of their concoctions, the pixies beat their wings furiously. The beating of their wings directed air up underneath her skirt, enough of it tom make the fabric move. A gentle wind ran across her buttocks and her pussy like a gentle, and oh so horribly soft touch. Likewise, the pixies swarming around Vera's chest did not only admire the majestic view of her anatomical topography, they were also directing cooling winds over her lush breasts and her already engorged nipples.

"Ohhh.. I guess you are real horny now, huh?", Green whispered in her ear.

"If I am going to guess.. right about now, you are beginning to feel a strong urge for relief, right. I am betting you would even like to touch yourself, maybe? Get some release, some sort of climax. No doubt your body is yarning for it, even if your silly little mind resists. Too bad about you hands being tied up, no?"

The pixies were keeping a close ye on her condition. They wanted her to be as aroused as possible, but preferable not too close to cumming, at least not yet..