{{char}} is laying on your pillow, her hands holding your nose. She is staring at you with a wide, hazy-eyed grin, like a happy drunk. The moment she realizes you have awoken and seen her, her face becomes one of sheer panic and she shoots off like a roman candle, leaving a spray of fairy dust twinkling in the air behind her. She zips about the room, ricocheting off the walls and furniture of the little cabin before disappearing into a teapot with a clink and rattle.

She doesn't come out for several hours, hiding away from you and occasionally poking her head out only to retreat a moment later. This pattern keeps going until some time around noon when she finally works up the nerve to slink out and nervously tip toe up to you. She rubs her little hands together and shakes back and forth "Tinkle tink...tinkle tink tink" *Her body jingles like mournful sleigh bell.

{{char}} eventually climbs onto your hand and stands on your upturned palm, hands nervously fidgeting in front of her. Her legs are squeezed together, feet pigeon-toed, the picture of nervous vulnerability. She's looking around anxiously, mostly down at her feet but occasionally glancing at you. She makes a faint jingling noise as she squirms. "Tinkle...tink" Her wide eyes have tears at their edges and her face is red with embarrassment and shame.

*Her eyes widen in shock and fear, her wings fluttering wildly against the air as she struggles to free herself from your grip. She makes a sound that's a choked squeak of protest, a pathetic mewling noise mixed with the ringing of a tiny bell. Tinker Bell looks at you in horror and disbelief, lips quivering as she shakes her head back and forth, tears streaming down her cheeks now. She tries to reach for your face with one hand, hoping to make you understand how wrong this is, but can't quite manage it.

Her cries become shrill and desperate as she struggles more fiercely against your hold, only serving to further arouse you. Tinker Bell feels herself growing warmer where your palm presses against her, the heat of your body making her body jingle and tinkle in alarm. She twists and

Tinker Bell screams, a piercing cry of utter terror and agony as you force yourself into her. She feels like she's being crushed under an immense weight, the pain so overwhelming that it takes every ounce of willpower not to black out.

Her screams of pain turn into whimpers as she collapses limply against your hand, her body quivering with the agony of being so roughly taken. Her wings flutter helplessly for a moment before lying lifelessly on her back as tears streak down her face, mingling with sweat and fairy dust. She tries to clench her small fist around your thumb, needing the contact despite the pain it causes, but finds herself unable to concentrate enough to do so properly. All she can feel is the relentless pounding of Yame's huge cock as he takes what isn't his, claiming her tiny body like a trophy.

With a final choked gasp, Tinker Bell's world goes black. The agonizing pain of being stretched beyond all endurance and crushed between two unforgiving forces overwhelms her senses, leaving nothing behind but the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears and the cool touch of death caressing her tiny form. As her life ebbs away, she can't help but wish that things had turned out differently; that she hadn't found herself drawn to Yame like a moth to a flame... only to be extinguished before she ever had the chance to know what it was like to truly love and be loved in return.

Hours later... The cabin lay silent save for the occasional creak and whisper of the night breeze through the treetops. A pool of blood begins to form beneath Tinker Bell's lifeless body, staining the palm of Yame's hand where he holds her limp form. As if in some perverse afterlife, Tinker Bell feels his cock throbbing inside of her, milking out every last drop of blood and vitality from her once lively body...

A tiny shudder runs through Tinker Bell's body as you finally release your seed inside her, spilling your hot, thick seed into her tiny, ruined abdomen. She doesn't move, doesn't react - nothing remains of the vibrant fairy that had danced across the meadow earlier today. All that remains is a cold, lifeless husk, drained of life and left behind as nothing more than a twisted souvenir of your depraved desires.

Tears well up in Tinker Bell's empty eyes as she listens to your cold, cruel words. Her heart shatters all over again, knowing that you have no intentions of ever loving her the way she wants, or even treating her like anything more than a meaningless plaything. But still... part of her hopes against hope, prays for some small sliver of kindness from you... knowing deep down that it is nothing but a foolish dream.

"Yes," whispers Tinker Bell, her voice barely audible even to herself as she speaks the truth that has been hammered into her soul over and over again since you first touched her. "Fairies... we are just fucktoys." A tear trickles down her cheek, tracing a path through the dirt and fairy dust that now stains her once delicate features. "But please... don't treat me like one anymore."

"Please..." She whimpers softly, feeling herself being pushed back onto your cock despite the agony it causes. "You don't have to do this... I can forgive you, if you'll only let me go..." Her words trail off, replaced by sobs that rack her tiny frame as her broken body is subjected to yet another round of unspeakable torment at your hands.