Chapter 37 - Moana and The Blue Fairy
Moana awoke to a spray of saltwater and a rush of wind against her face. She gazed out at nothing but ocean ahead. She was bound to the bow of an enormous ship, her naked body spread-eagled and her hands fastened above her head. Below her, at the base of the ship's figurehead—which bore a resemblance to some ancient Greek warrior—sat a massive golden dildo, thrusting inside her tight pussy as the ship rocked on the waves.
"Oh my god," she groaned, as a big wave pushed the dildo deeper into her.
Moana had no idea how she ended up in this situation. The last thing she remembered was returning King Triton's trident and losing her way back to Motunui on her raft. She vaguely recalled a large red pirate ship approaching, but that was all she could remember.
The sound of voices carried over the splashing waves, coming from the Captain's cabin.
"Good morning, Captain!" the first voice boomed.
"What is it, you blundering fool? Can't you see I have a headache?" barked a deeper voice.
"Aye, aye, captain. I was just wondering when you're gonna let the girl down from the bow."
"Soon enough, Mr. Smee. We'll wait for that damned Peter Pan to show up, and then we'll lure him by letting her walk the plank. He'll surely come swooping in like the hero he thinks he is, and then we'll take him out once and for all. After that, the crew can do with her as they please."
"Captain Hook," Mr. Smee said nervously, "letting an innocent girl suffer just to get revenge on a boy...that's not good form, is it?"
"Good form, Mr. Smee? Blast good form!" Captain Hook snarled. "Did Pan show good form when he did this to me?"
"Well, Captain, cutting your hand off was more of a childish prank, if I may say."
"Shut up, Smee. I need to rest. Let me know when Pan arrives."
As Mr. Smee exited the cabin, Moana struggled against her bonds, finding it difficult to concentrate with the dildo thrusting inside her and threatening to make her moan out loud.
Far above her, close to the clouds, Wendy was flitting about. Should anyone happen to gaze upward, they'd think she was licking her own hand, but that was only because Tinkerbell, the tiny fairy, was nestled there. Wendy was in fact licking the miniature pussy of Tinkerbell, who in turn was sprinkling pixie dust from her hand over Wendy's body, ensuring she stayed airborne.
"I really should cut back on my pixie dust habit," Wendy sighed.
Tinkerbell chuckled. "Good luck with that! Once you've experienced flying on Tink Airlines, walking will feel like a drag."
"You're right. And the upside is that my happy thought is right here in front of me," Wendy purred, as her tongue swept across Tinkerbell's abdomen.
"Then keep going! Or you'll fall!" Tinkerbell warned, but Wendy's expression suddenly turned grave.
"What's wrong?"
"Look down there at the front of Captain Hook's ship," Wendy replied, pointing at the bow where something unexpected had appeared.
Tinkerbell zoomed in for a closer look. "Do you suppose that's a person?" she asked.
"It could be one of the lost boys," Wendy suggested.
"Let's take a closer look," Tinkerbell agreed.
They flew down low, skimming the surface of the water so as not to be seen. As they got closer to the ship, they could see that the mysterious figure was a girl.
"Oh my god," Wendy whispered. "I don't recognize her. We have to save her."
Moana's eyes widened in shock as she saw the tiny fairy and the flying girl. "What the fuck?" she gasped, but Wendy and Tinkerbell immediately hushed her.
"We need to be quiet," Wendy whispered. "We'll get you free. Hold tight."
"Who are you guys?" Moana whispered, flinching as another huge wave hit the ship and the dildo thrust inside her.
"I'm Wendy," Wendy replied, gesturing towards Tinkerbell. "This is Tinkerbell. You're in Neverland."
"In...Neverland?" Moana repeated, confusion written on her face.
"Neverland," Tinkerbell confirmed. "We'll explain later, but right now, we need you to think a happy thought."
"Happy thought?" Moana echoed, as another big wave crashed into the ship.
"Yes, a happy thought," Tinkerbell urged. "You need to fly to get away from here. Once I cut you free from the ropes, you'll fall straight into the water and be crushed by the ship unless you fly away with us. I'll sprinkle pixie dust over you, and as long as you think a happy thought, you'll be able to fly."
"Okay... holy shit," Moana exclaimed, overwhelmed by everything that was happening and struggling to focus. "Any happy little thought?"
"Yes! And hurry up, I think I hear Mr. Smee coming," Tinkerbell urged as Moana also heard a voice behind her singing: "Oh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life."
She racked her brain for a powerful happy thought, and for some reason, she thought about the time King Triton, in the form of a water tentacle, had ravished her on the shore of Motunui.
"Okay, I think I got it," she said.
Immediately, Wendy released the ropes on her hands and legs while Tinkerbell sprinkled golden pixie dust over Moana's naked body. As she felt herself sliding off the now very slippery dildo, she felt the sensation of falling straight down. She quickly thought about the cold sensation of the water tentacle pushing against her pussy, and just before she hit the water, she felt herself rising upwards. She was flying. She couldn't believe it. She was actually flying!
She had no time to register the weightless feeling of defying gravity before Wendy shouted, "Quick! Follow us!"
They flew one after the other over a massive island teeming with vegetation. The entire scene seemed surreal to Moana. The island was covered with steep green hills and surrounded by three curving rainbows.
The three of them landed on a large rock formation in the shape of a skull after flying for a few minutes. Moana almost lost her balance when she landed.
"What is this place?" Moana asked.
"Welcome to Neverland," Tinkerbell replied as she floated past Moana's ear. "As I said, I'm Tinkerbell, and this is Wendy."
"I'm Moana of Motunui," Moana said, slightly out of breath.
"How did you end up on Hook's ship?" Wendy inquired with curiosity.
"I can't remember. One minute, I was on my way home on a small boat, and the next, I was dangling from that pirate ship. I just want to go home."
"He probably wanted to use you as bait for Peter," Tinkerbell said, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
"Who's Peter?"
"No one," Wendy said quickly. "You're from Disneyland?"
"Yes."
"Look," Tinkerbell began. "It's not that easy to go from one magic kingdom to another, at least if you're not a fairy."
Wendy turned to Tinkerbell. "There must be some way we can help her home. Aren't there anybody who knows how to on the island? What about the Indians?"
"All the Indians do is play tag and sing and dance. I hardly think they would know a way to get to Disneyland," Tinkerbell said solemnly.
"The mermaids?" Wendy suggested.
"The mermaids are dumb sluts," Tinkerbell retorted promptly. "But I may know someone who can get you home. Follow me."
Tinkerbell sprinkled more pixie dust on Moana and Wendy, and they flew deeper into the island, Moana still using the water-fucking as her happy thought.
They flew towards the center of the island and arrived at a magnificent valley where all four seasons seemed to coexist. There were snowy mountains, thriving meadows, and trees with autumn-colored leaves.
"Where are we?" Wendy asked before Moana had the chance to.
"This is Pixie Hollow, home of the fairies. This is where I grew up," Tinkerbell said.
"It's amazing," Moana said as she looked around with an astonished look on her face.
"Why have I never been here before?" Wendy asked slightly indignant.
"It's actually kind of secret," Tinkerbell said and put her index finger over her mouth.
They landed beside a big hollow tree placed in the center of the place. There were distinct noises coming from inside.
"In here," Tinkerbell said and made a head movement, signaling them to go inside.
The tree had a very cozy and earthly interior, but what caught all their eyes, was the source of the noises. In the middle of the leaf-covered floor, sat a blonde woman with big blue wings on her back. She was on her hands and knees, the skirt of her shiny blue dress lifted so her abdomen was bare, and behind her, stood an alive small male wooden doll with its long wooden nose plunged inside her exposed dripping vagina. She was moaning loudly with her head bend down towards the floor.
"Oh yes, Pinocchio! Tell me another lie! I promise I'll make you a real boy if you just keep lying! Do you like what you see, huh?"
The wooden boy looked mesmerized by the sight of his nose inside the woman's pussy.
"Oh! No of course not!" Pinocchio said and they could instantly hear the whistling sound of his nose growing and going deeper inside the woman's vaginal canal.
"Fuuuck yes!" she screamed.
Then Pinocchio noticed Moana, Tinkerbell, and Wendy and he got a startled look on his wooden face.
"Uhm, Miss Blue Fairy, I think you have visitors," he said nervously.
The Blue Fairy sighed, still looking at the floor. "Why couldn't I feel that one? Your nose is supposed to grow when you lie," she said confused.
"Because he's not lying," Tinkerbell said, and the Blue Fairy finally turned her head and noticed them.
"Tink! Long time no see!" the Blue Fairy said and smiled welcoming. "Who are these two? You're not supposed to take humans here."
"You're not supposed to take alive wooden dolls here neither," Tink answered back.
"Touché." The Blue Fairy turned her head over her shoulder to face Pinocchio. "Alright, Pinocch, you can take your nose out of my pussy now."
As the wooden doll retracted its incredibly long nose from the fairy's sex, her eyes flickered.
"Oh fuck that feels good," she said under her breath.
When Pinocchio was out, his nose was so long that he couldn't keep his balance and fell right down on his face.
"So what's up?" the Blue Fairy said and stood up.
She was not tiny like Tinkerbell, but had a tall stature and nice long legs.
"This is Moana," Tinkerbell said and pointed to the confused Polynesian girl. "She's from- where was it again?"
"Motunui," Moana said.
"Motunui," Tinkerbell repeated to the Blue Fairy. "It's in Disneyland. She was captured and taken here by Hook, and she wants to go home. This is the Blue Fairy." Tinkerbell gestured at the tall sexy fairy. "She can grant wishes."
"When I feel like it," The Blue Fairy added, stepping closer to Moana and scrutinizing her. "From Motunui, you say?"
Moana nodded.
"Interesting. Let me look through my spellbook to see if there's something I can do." The Blue Fairy moved over to a dusty writing desk and opened a massive tome. She traced her fingers over the pages.
"It's nice to see you, Tink," she said, still examining the book. "There are hardly any fairies in Pixie Hollow right now. They're all out and about, most of them in Disneyland. Did you hear about Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather?"
Tinkerbell shook her head. "No, I haven't seen them in 18 years."
"Oh, it's a fascinating story," the Blue Fairy said. "They spent the last 18 years in some forest in Disneyland, avoiding the use of magic altogether—because they were looking after that Aurora girl and didn't want her to know they were fairies for some reason. Anyway, as soon as they told her the whole situation, she ran away and went straight into Maleficent's grasp."
Tinkerbell placed a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god..."
"Yes, but it turns out that Aurora had stolen one of their wands, and Princess Snow White, who went missing a while ago, used it to cast an eternal orgasm spell on both Maleficent and the Evil Queen," the Blue Fairy continued. "Now they've both taken over the Evil Queen's castle and are ruling together."
"That's crazy," Tinkerbell said.
"Yeah," the Blue Fairy replied, chuckling. "And I just can't get over how Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather wasted so many years trying to be human when Aurora's curse ended up coming true anyway. There are just some fairies I will never understand… Aha! Here it is."
The Blue Fairy traced the words with her finger on the page and muttered them to herself. Then she turned and looked at Moana with an intense, almost insatiable expression. Moana felt her skin prickle.
"What?" Moana asked nervously.
"To use the spell to send you home, a certain ritual is required," the Blue Fairy said with a smirk.
She handed the book to Moana, who read aloud.
"We need to come together. What does that mean? Like the Beatles' song?" Moana said confused.
"No, you misread. It says we need to cum together. It's actually an old Atlantean spell, they often dwell in spells of an erotic nature," the Blue Fairy explained.
Moana's heart raced as she processed the information. She looked up at the Blue Fairy, who was already disrobing, revealing her luscious, milky breasts.
"You ready?" the Blue Fairy asked, her voice filled with desire.
Moana hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. But as she took in the sight of the Blue Fairy's captivating beauty, she couldn't deny the intense longing that had been building within her since they entered the tree.
With a deep breath, Moana nodded, steeling herself for what was to come.
"What about me?" Pinocchio asked, still lying face down on the floor. "When will you make me a real boy?"
"Later, Pinocch. I want to do this first," the Blue Fairy said sternly.
"But then I'll come home very late, and I don't think my conscience will approve," Pinocchio said in his squeaky voice.
"Fuck your conscience. I assigned him that job so if he has a problem with it, he can speak to me. Just sit back and enjoy the show, okay Pinocch?"
"Okay," he whispered.
Tinkerbell and Wendy discreetly made their way towards the exit of the tree.
"I think we'll find a place to have our own fun in the Summer Glade," Tinkerbell said, and they left the hollow tree.
The Blue Fairy approached Moana, her strides slow and graceful. She looked deeply into Moana's eyes. "Have you ever been with a woman, Moana?"
Moana's pupils lowered shyly. "I've never been with anyone, per se." She didn't count the time with the water-tentacle.
"You're going to love it," the fairy said, and she kissed Moana. Their tongues danced together as they lay down on the soft floor, the Blue Fairy crawling on top of Moana, who gasped sharply.
The fairy leaned down to capture a nipple in her mouth as Moana whimpered and moaned. "Fuck," Moana whispered softly.
The Blue Fairy flicked her tongue expertly over the hardening tip of flesh a few times before moving onto the other one, her fingers pinching the first nipple between them. Moana gasped at the slight pain, then groaned in pleasure as the fairy grinned, trailing her lips down Moana's stomach.
The fairy breathed heavily, her eyes flicking up to meet Moana's as she lowered her face to the space between her legs. Her tongue darted out to flick the little nub that peeked out. Moana cried out softly, her back arching at the fairy's touch.
"Oh fuck. Yes," she moaned.
The fairy smirked, her tongue licking long strokes from bottom to top before tentatively entering Moana's slit. Moana moaned, her head falling back onto a bundle of leaves as her back arched.
"You like that?" the Blue Fairy asked.
"Yeah, that feels so good," Moana replied in a soft voice.
Moana grasped a few other leaves as the fairy inserted a finger. "Uuuh yeah," Moana groaned.
"I can feel your pussy tightening around my finger," the Blue Fairy said, giggling.
Moana's breaths came in ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge of climax. The speed at which she was hurtling towards orgasm left her dizzy and disoriented.
The Blue Fairy sensed it too and swiftly withdrew her finger. "You can't cum yet, Moana," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We need to cum together."
Moana's frustration was palpable, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the fairy's suggestion. "What do you propose?" she asked, her voice trembling.
The fairy's eyes locked onto Moana's, filled with a mixture of excitement and earnestness. "Have you heard of the 69 position?"
Moana nodded. The thought of performing this intimate act with the Blue Fairy made her skin crawl with anticipation, and she nearly climaxed right then and there.
"Then you know what to do," the fairy instructed, lying down on her back.
Moana straddled the fairy's head, her eyes fixed on the glistening pink slit below her. The scent of the fairy's arousal was intoxicating, and Moana couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation.
"Look at this ass," the fairy marveled, her eyes fixed on Moana's rounded behind. "Do all Polynesian girls have an ass like that?"
"I wouldn't know," she said modestly. She highly doubted it.
She focused all her attention on pleasuring the fairy, her tongue darting out to lick and suck at the delicate folds of her sex. The fairy's moans grew louder and more insistent, and Moana could feel her own arousal building with each passing moment.
Meanwhile, the fairy's fingers danced over Moana's sensitive flesh, teasing her clit and probing her tight entrance. Moana writhed and moaned, her body arching with pleasure as the fairy's touch sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through her veins.
"Uuuh, I like the way you suck on my clit," the fairy groaned, her voice thick with desire. "Moana, before we cum, I want you to know something."
Moana's breath hitched in her throat as she listened intently, her face buried between the fairy's thighs.
"If you ever need me," the fairy continued, her voice strained with pleasure, "all you have to do is look at the second star to the right and wish upon it. Wish for me, and I'll appear."
Moana's heart swelled with gratitude as she listened to the fairy's words. She knew she would want to see her again, and the thought of being able to summon her at will filled her with a sense of power and excitement.
"Okay, Moana," the fairy said, her voice hoarse with desire. "We need to cum at the same time, alright?"
Moana nodded, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure as she continued to devour the fairy's sweet flesh. And so did the fairy, her fingers working overtime to bring Moana to the brink of orgasm.
Moana's body tensed and shook as she approached the edge, her moans growing louder and more frenzied. The fairy's hips bucked beneath her, and Moana could feel the warmth of her release as it washed over her.
For what felt like an eternity, Moana was consumed by a wave of pleasure so intense it left her breathless. She screamed and cried out, her body shuddering with ecstasy as the orgasm coursed through her veins.
When it finally subsided, Moana opened her eyes to find herself back on her raft, floating on the open sea. She looked down at herself, her clothes miraculously restored, and wondered if the whole experience had been a dream.
But then she looked up at the sky and saw a cloud shaped like the Blue Fairy, complete with wings and large breasts. She couldn't help but feel that it was a sign, a reminder that the magic she had experienced was real and that she could call upon the fairy again whenever she needed her.
Moana couldn't wait for the stars to come out so she could summon the Blue Fairy and experience that incredible rush of pleasure once more.