Pixie Submission!

"EAT HOT LEAD!" I scream as I fire the modified Pez dispenser, "er ... I mean Pez dammit!" The fact that that candy still exists in nothing short of a god send. Pixies hate sweets because they just can't help but eat them. Too much makes the dears gassy and they hide in embarrassment until they stop farting. For some reason they think sweets have the same effect on us or that we care.

The three Pez catch her square in the mouth and she starts chewing with this worried look on her face.

"HA! Admit defeat you pixie bitch! Submit to King BillyBear! Talk dirty to me!!! Make me beg to cum!"

"NEVER!" - pooft

"Awww poor baby, gassy already? Does someone have poopie panties?"

She buries her face in her hands and races to her room. As I hear the door slam she shrieks, "I HATE YOU!" - pooft

Naturally she phones all her friends with whatever passes for a phone these days and the war is on. Humanity enlists Hollywood to help with the war effort and soon the money just rolls in. We purchase the finest weapons from ace's weapons labs which were acquired from billybear labs when I skipped into the future.

War raged across the world ensnaring other races such as the giant ants and dolphins. Once friendly to humanity now they stand with the pixie menace. We could never figure out why.

These were dark, dark days. We even had to enlist the aid of our children. It was bad. Naturally I was blameless for most of the havoc and trying to restore peace in our time.

I saw little of Princess Blossom who was calling herself Tinkerbell and acting all stuck up. She was a pain in our side but remarkably susceptible to Pez and Oreos which would take her out of the picture for a few days.

A surprised pixie prepares to eat hot Pez as it inadvertently flies into a feeding zone

And then the tide began to turn. Particularly with the invention of the donut hole cannon which could fire donut holes and Oreo double stuffs in a single clip. It played havoc with both their air raids and ground attacks. Firing yummy sweetness at an impressive 200 rounds per second.

Unsuspecting pixies fly into range of the dreaded donut hole cannon!

Running low on precious sperm and tired of farting the pixies sue for peace. I'm sent to act as the negotiator. Quietly I tap on Blossom's door. "Blossom?"

"Go away!"

I ease the door open into a pink, girlie girl room. She's sitting on the bed painting her toenails. She glances up at me and says, "I said to go away!"

"Blossom we need to come to terms on the ..." My conversation stalls as I stare at the cutest pair of white panties you ever did see just barely peeking out from under her pink miniskirt.

She's looking at me speculatively, the beginnings of a smirk crossing her lips, "You like my panties 'King' BillyBear? They're really so very soft ..."

Negotiations sorta went downhill from there. The next thing I know I'm begging her to let me strap myself into the milking machine! They made some improvements like you're completely immobile and your pixie tormentor has total control over the device.

That's an improvement right? RIGHT?!

They also discovered that precum is far more powerful magically than sperm. They made incredible improvements on the aneros.

She edged me for hours, maybe days, time blurred. She pranced and teased and taunted me as I spilled every naughty secret I had begging for release. She was very good at what she did, maybe too good.

"P-P-P-Princess Grace?"

Giggling, "Buh-buh-buh-billybear?"

"I was told you moved on ... became pure energy or something like that."

"Just because I moved on doesn't mean that I can't move back if I want to, and how hard is it for a pure energy being to manifest itself into this plane of existence. I knew you'd fall for 'Princess Blossom' silly old bear, and you had a point about the milking machines. This is suppose to be fun, you are suppose to cum very, very hard when permitted. Who wants some autopilot orgasm once you've learned there can be so much more? So, 'King' billybear, you having fun?"

"Well I wouldn't mind cumming ... for You."

Laughter greets this request., "Are you kidding me? Of course you're going to cum for Me baby! I guarantee it." She says as She starts edging me with that infernal machine, "Let Me get you good and ready teddy bear!"

I'm begging, anything, held on the edge by a total cock teasing BITCH of an expert.

"Wanna cum honey bunny? Wanna cum for Me?"

"OH MY GOD YES!!! You PROMISED!"

"I did pwomise didn't I? Well then here you go My legendary 'King' billybear, My fighter! I'm sending you back to past Me. You know the Me that was soooo easy to convince to let you, heck, anyone cum. Apparently I was Princess cummy pants to hear you tell it. I'm sending you back to Me in such a high state of want and need how can I say 'no'? I'm also sending these two blog entries back for My perusal a little ahead of you. They should help lots in making your case! You'll appear right at the start of My TeaseTime darling about day eight of My fast. Oh I remember that, good times, good times. Knowing Me I'll probably get you off right away! I was so filled with compassion during those fasting days!

buh-buh-buh byeeee byeeee billyeee - good luckeeee"

I hear that taunting laugh as I spiral back in time ...