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((the following piece was written for a very sweet young lady who happens to be an actual leprechaun living in disguise amongst us (oops, perhaps I shouldn’t have written that!). It was sort of a belated birthday gift to her. I hope you enjoy it.))
The Foley sisters, Kerry and Clare, were the most beautiful young ladies in Cleas, a small village deep within the confines of rural Ireland that was somewhat of a tourist attraction because of certain legends concerning long forgotten lore. Despite their good looks, they were also extremely over demanding, arrogant and annoying, the kind of people that simply hated when someone had the nerve to say “no” to one of their demands, especially when it came to the ways of sex and anything related to it.
Horny predators and ravaging plunderers by nature, every man was a potential prey and, to them, the thrill of the hunt was an aphrodisiac like no other.
For a couple of weeks now, both women’s eyes were set on Seamus O’Brien, a very handsome mid-twenties son of a banker that had an uncanny resemblance to the famous cricketer William Porterfield. They both wanted him at the same time and were more than willing to share as that was a common practice between them but, despite their best attempts of seduction, he had remained adamant in his refusal to have anything to do with them which, of course, caused the blood to stir in their veins and a devastating fury to emerge.
“You know…” said the brunette Clare one day as she painted her toe nails red. “I think we shouldn’t waste any more with Seamus. I mean, it’s pretty obvious by now he’s gay!”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” shouted the blonde Kerry as she threw a pillow to her sister’s head. “He’s not gay at all! He simply thinks we’re no good for him and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that one slide!”
“But we’ve already tried everything!”
“No.” corrected the older sister. “Not everything. I think it’s time we go to the forest!”
“You mean…?” asked Clare in awe, unable to finish the sentence.
“That’s exactly what I mean!“
“It could be dangerous!”
“Are you scared?” laughed Kerry, clearly teasing her.
“Then, it’s settled. As soon as you’re done with that, we’re out of here!”
Clare tried to protest, but to no avail. Twenty minutes later, the two sisters were out the main door of their house and walking straight into the depths of the forest, to perform an ancient ritual known to their family for many centuries. It was an incantation to summon the ones of The Fair Folk, something similar to a demonic invocation in terms of ritualistic structure, and force them to do their bidding, no matter what. It was a risky undertaking and the chances of actual success were minimal, but Kerry was willing to go the extra mile to ensnare Seamus for the way he had treated her and her sister.
Deep inside the mass of ever growing trees, about two miles south-east of the village, there was an unnatural cleary and a small pond no one knew for sure how it had ever come to exist there. To the elders in the village, that pond was in fact a gate between our world and the realm of the unseen, and the best place to communicate with The Fair Folk. Kerry and Clare got there pretty fast and the moment they entered the cleary, they realized Fate was somehow on their side. Sitting idly next to the water, was a very small woman—the size of two hands stacked upon one another—, dressed in velvet green and with fiery red hair.
“Oh, my…” whispered Clare. “That can’t be what I think it is, can it?”
“It’s a leprechaun!” said Kerry, astonished. “And a female one, the rarest kind there is! It seems she hasn’t noticed us yet, so here’s what we’re going to do…”
With a plan firmly established, Clare circumvented the area around the cleary and, at a given point, made sure to make a simple, but effective noise of cracking branches. The leprechaun stood up and looked at the place from which the sound had emanated from. She was about ready to disappear into her plane of existence when Kerry jumped at her from behind and grabbed her, effortlessly.
“My, my… what do we have here? One of The Fair Folk in the flesh!” said the young girl, so very sure of herself as Clare emerged from the trees. “We were about to perform a rite to summon you to this place, but you sure saved us the trouble, little one!”
“Who are you calling little one, googly eyes?” retorted the leprechaun. “Let me go before I rain down my anger on you!”
“Oh, be quiet! You and I both know you can’t do such a thing because I captured you with my bare hands! Consider yourself our prisoner, little one. We have a task for you!”
“What sort of a task?” asked the creature, raising a very tiny eyebrow.
“I’ll get to that in a while. First of all, tell me your name!”
“Even if I did such a thing, you wouldn’t be able to pronounce it properly, mortal!”
“Then what should we call you?” asked Clare, fascinated by the contrast between delicacy and fierceness that lived inside such a petite body.
Because names had power attached to them, the leprechaun knew that if she ever gave hers for real, she would be doomed forever. She could, however, give them a translation of the name in English, for a translation isn’t the actual thing and the mystical rules don’t apply in that case.
“Rose or Rosie will do fine.” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Very well, Rosie.” continued Kerry. “As I understand, all of The Fair Folkhave strange powers to alter human perception, have they not? For instance, they can make a man wander forever in the woods if they choose to do so or have someone love another mad and uncontrollably, right?”
“Yes, we can do those things but we don’t normally like to interfere in the lives of humans unless they interfere with ours first!”
“Unfortunately, Rosie, today you’ll have no choice but to interfere! There’s this man named Seamus O’Brien who’s been treating my sister and I like crap and we want him to lick the floor we walk on. You’re going to use your magical abilities to turn him into a devoted sex slave to us both!” ordered Kerry, with a hint of malevolence in her eyes.
The leprechaun smiled, mildly amused.
“A sex slave? Really?!!! Okay, that’s the first time I heard of such a thing, but since you did catch me, it seems I have no choice.”
“Damn right you don’t!”
“However, you do know that when I complete this task for you, you’re obligated to let me go, don’t you?” asked Rosie.
“We’re aware of that and that’s exactly what we’ll do!” assured Clare.
“Very well, then. You’re going to have to take me to that Seamus fellow, though. I’m going to have to touch him in order for the magic you wish done to work!”
And so the Foley sisters left the woods with Kerry holding the leprechaun inside her coat, and walked to the pub where Seamus and his friends usually hang out to drink and watch the ball games. It was impossible for them to pass unnoticed when they strolled in and the man they were after immediately started yelling at them:
“Oh, come on! Not you two again! I already told you I’m not interested!”
Kerry leaned towards him, rubbing her coat in his upper torso. A small leprechaun hand came out, unnoticed, and touched him gently.
“We know.” said Clare. “That’s why we’re here. To tell you we’ll never annoy you again.”
“Hmmm, are you serious?!!!” he was baffled for that was a first in the sister’s lives as far as we was aware. He pushed Kerry aside with a minimum amount of force and said. “Well, thanks… I guess…”
“You’re welcome.” Kerry smiled. “We’re done here. Take care, Seamus!”
“Hmmm, yeah… you too.”
The moment they left he ordered another beer and looked at all the folks around. Everyone was equally surprised and no one knew what to say. He drank the bottle in a single gulp and that’s when things started to get blurry.
Unwillingly, Seamus found himself walking out the pub and following the sisters around as if he were a stray dog looking for a home. When he saw them again, his body and mind were overwhelmed with a sudden urge to do whatever they desired and knew that he could only be happy in total submission to their power.
“Come along, slave!” commanded Kerry, grabbing his shirt and pushing him around. “It’s time to serve!”
“And time for you to set me free!” reminded Rosie.
“She’s right!” said Clare. “She made what we asked her to do and now it’s time to let her go. I don’t want to risk the fury of all of The Fair Folk!”
“Me neither” agreed Kerry, as she released the leprechaun. “You did well, little one.”
“A thank you would be a nice gesture, human!”
“Well, you’re not going to get it. Now, go back to where you live because we have a carnal party to attend to!”
Hardly pleased, Rosie vanished into thin air, leaving the two women and their slave alone. The three of them moved eagerly to an abandoned barn the sisters had reconverted not so long ago into their own private playground, where they could live at will all of the fantasies that fuelled their insatiable sex drive. Even though they were from the countryside, their kinks were in line with the ones usually seen in the big cities and, inside that special place, there were all sorts of toys to satisfy the most challenging needs of dominant females.
“Strip and kneel, slave!” ordered Kerry as she undid her shirt and moved towards a small closet where a vast attire of sexy outfits waited silently for a chance to be worn.
Seamus obeyed immediately, his mind consumed by the effects of the ancient magic the leprechaun had brought forth and now, those two women he so thoroughly despised when fully conscious meant the world to him and the desire to please them in any way was overwhelming.
Kerry eventually chose a red rubber catsuit whilst Clare went for a transparent mauve gorgeous pinafore dress in glued sheet latex. They looked beyond stunning and the sensory overload, accompanied by the divine power encircling him caused Seamus to bow down reverently, his forehead touching the cold ground as he mumbled meekly:
“I’m yours to command, My Mistresses!”
“We are aware of that and command you we shall, unworthy male!” exclaimed Kerry as she stood like a tower next to him. “We will be kind or cruel, reward or punish you for your dutiful services in any way we deem appropriate and you, as inferior as you truly are in the face of our feminine magnificence, will have no longing whatsoever to deny us. You’re not really human anymore, but a simple piece of property, a malleable object our skilful hands and stern whips will shape as the perfect vessel of relentless submission! Have I made myself perfectly clear?”
“Yes, Mistress! I obey. I want to obey.” responded the fully acquiescent shadow of the son of a banker.
“Let’s have fun, then!” said Clare as she gave him the “Stool” command and then sat majestically on his back, all warm and tingly inside.
Over the next two hours, a lot of thing happened within that improv dungeon. Slave Seamus licked their owner’s boots and toes with unyielding eagerness; he suffered the pain of their spiked heels leaving bitter marks on his buttocks and occasionally drawing a drop or blood or two; found himself strapped to a doctor’s table while the sisters took turns in thrusting his engorged manhood into their aching sex and even served as a pony boy forced to keep a steady pace at all times to avoid the risk of being severely caned without hesitation. It wasn’t easy to maintain a good level of stamina in the face of such abuses, yet he was utterly powerless to contradict them. They were the most beautiful and authoritarian women he knew and the title of “Slave” was branded in every fibre of his being.
Then, the two hours came to an end and another female voice popped in his head.
“Wake up, now. It’s payback time!”
Without delay, the Slave mentality began to wane. Like a veil had been lifted from the eyes of his mind, Seamus was reborn as the master of all his actions, catching the Foley sisters completely by surprise. A vigorous push pressed Kerry against a side wall of the barn, whilst Clare was caught by her hair and forced to meet the hardness of the cold floor. Moving swiftly, he got hold of two pairs of black handcuffs and trapped them mercilessly next to each other.
Claps were heard from behind him when he was done and Rosie phased into the mortal plane of existence once more, no longer at leprechaun size, but instead looking like a normal young woman, somewhere between five feet three and five feet four.
“Well done, Seamus! I’m pleased.” she said.
“What the…?” vociferated Clare. “What are you doing here and how on earth did you get so big all of sudden?”
“Oh, I’m somewhat of a shift changer as well. It’s one of the many privileges that come with The Fair Folk heritage, you see?”
“You lousy supernatural pest!” shouted Kerry, her face all flustered red with anger. “You tricked us! You didn’t do what we demanded of you at all!”
Rosie moved towards the two helpless sisters, giggling ever so mischievously.
“I tricked no one. What you asked me was to turn Seamus into a devoted sex slave to both of you. However, you forgot to mention for how long that slavery was meant to last and as such… You should be thankful, you know, because I think I gave you more time than you actually deserved for your ill-manners towards me.”
“Why, you disgusting little thing!” continued Kerry, unable to control herself. “It was obvious he was supposed to be our slave forever!
“To The Fair Folk things are only obvious when they are properly phrased. You failed to do so and now you’re going to reap the consequences.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” inquired Clare, feeling somewhat intimidated by her words.
Rosie played with her red hair before answering.
“Well, let’s see… I may have started spreading the rumour around the villagers that some very strange things were taking place nearby, and I somehow got the impression that a great number of folks are currently on its way to your private den of decay. Imagine the impression they’ll get when they find you both surrounded by such ‘twisted eccentricities’, to say the least. It’s not like you have a very good reputation, but it’s bound to get even worse when everyone sees your true colours, and I suspect you’ll be kicked out of Cleas in no time. I can only wish you good riddance, eh, eh!”
“Likewise.” said Seamus and turned his back on them. He got dressed and then looked at the strikingly gorgeous Rosie “I think it’s time for us to leave. I don’t want to be around when the mob gets here.”
“Me neither. I know of a good way to travel. Just take my hand, will you?” asked the leprechaun softly.
He did so and as a subtle enchantment enveloped him, he disappeared alongside with her, leaving the Foley sisters to face a destiny worse than any other: the exposition and public humiliation of her bizarre demeanours.
As for the man and the leprechaun, they both materialized inside the cleary where the streams of mystic power could be felt all around. The water of the pond was glowing and ripples of sparkling energy gave it an aura of eerie beauty.
“So you’re a leprechaun, eh?” he asked, still trying to wrap his head around the concept that the folklore could actually be real.
“Indeed. There aren’t many of our kind living around here, anymore, but this is my home and I wouldn’t trade it for any other place in the world.”
“This place is absolutely stunning! I can’t believe I wasn’t aware of it for all these years.”
“I guess you didn’t look hard enough.” she said, lowering her voice and looking at the surface of the water afterwards.
The time had arrived for the most uncomfortable conversation of them all.
“About what happened earlier…” he began.
“I’m sorry, but I had to do it because that’s ingrained in the code of our kind. I gave them their wish as required, though luckily they were foolish enough to take its formulation for granted without considering how things could be easily manipulated in my favour. If you want, I can make you forget all the hardships you went through today and life will go on as if nothing happened.” declared Rosie.
“Will that mean that I’ll forget that lovely leprechauns exist as well?” he asked.
She blushed at his remark, but maintained her posture.
“Yes, that’s exactly what it means.”
“Hmmm, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that right now. Not everything that happened in that barn was bad, you see?”
Now she was confused.
“I’m afraid I’m not following you.”
“I… well… have my fantasies, too and I actually enjoyed losing control for a while though those were the last two persons in the universe that I wished to be in charge of my actions.”
“Oh!” exclaimed the leprechaun, covering her mouth with her right hand. “That’s unexpected, given the meaning of your surname after all…”
“Both ruling and serving can be a noble thing. I see no shame in either, as long as there’s wilful respect in both scenarios.”
“Does that mean you’re going to offer me your services, Seamus O’Brien?” Rosie questioned, and her radiant smile made yellow and orange flowers grow around the pond in a matter of seconds.
He bowed his head respectfully.
“If you’re willing to have them… I imagine even the people of The Fair Folkhave certain desires that need to be quenched from time to time.”
She acquiesced with an even brighter display of happiness making a circle of red and white flowers blossom in the space between them. She entered it with a regal pose and invited him to do the same.
“Your assumption is correct, gallant mortal, especially when I assume the size of the ones of your kind and feel what you feel, in the exquisite way you do so. Sure, there are some rotten apples in your midst, but, nonetheless, there are also enough succulent fruits to ensure the survival of this world. One day, we, the ancient ones, will fade away for good, yet I trust that the land will flourish as long as people like you still live in it.”
Seamus entered the circle, looking into her emerald green eyes, and lost in the blazing liveliness of her hair.
“You still haven’t answered my question. Will you take me, lovely one?”
Rosie touched his cheeks with her faultless hands, she too spellbound by the overarching magnanimity that flowed from him. Something stirred in her heart, a feeling of heightened joy that caused the passageways between both worlds to open far and wide.
They didn’t see them, but next to the trees and by the pond, numerous fantastic creatures came to bear witness to that transcending moment: fleeting branch-like bipeds, impressions of leaves with eyes growing in every nervure, silky faeries with cobweb wings and rainbow-coloured unknown birds that hummed the primeval melodies that were the source of all life on Earth. Everyone was waiting for the ultimate moment of happiness.
“Yes.” whispered Rosie as she kissed him, passionately. “I take you with pleasure.”
He kissed her back and then knelt without being told to do so.
“I’m yours, then.”
She knelt as well, holding his hands in utmost delight.
“And so am I, whenever you want me too.”
They kissed again, and a carpet of perfumed flowers turned the whole cleary into a garden of loving devotion. One by one, the ghostly bystanders became a part of the forest once more as a crown of stars set alight the moonless sky with promises of everlasting commitment that no one or nothing would ever be able to break.
((The surnames of the main characters (except Rosie who wasn’t given one) weren’t randomly chosen. Whilst writing the story, I made some research on the matter and this is what I came up with:
Foley is the Irish Anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Foghladha “descendant of Foghlaidh,” hence “pirate, plunderer.”, which I felt appropriate to describe the nature of the sisters.
O’Brien is a variant of Brian (in Celtic, Irish and Gaelic), and the meaning of the surname is “high, noble”, which helps to explain Seamus’ character and the reference Rosie makes concerning it as well as the meaning conveyed in his prompt reply.
It should be also noted the name of the village is also important, as Cleas means Prank in Irish Gaelic. Given the subject of the story, I’m sure you can understand why I went for it.))