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The Pixie's Promise
by Janice Dreamer

part 2 of 3

Jack sat by the window and idly stared out at the falling snow. This
winter had been extremely harsh. It looked like another foot or more was
on the way. Not a damn thing to do but wait it out until the snowplow made
it down his road. Another weekend shot to hell. 

He had planned on going into the office to catch up on some of the
backlog. He spent even more time on work now that he was a project
manager. Ironically, work took his mind off Mary. She hadn't consulted him
on anything ever since their big show-down. Actually it was his wimpy
back-down he had to admit if he were being honest with himself. Mary had
next to zero contact with him, all communication was through her executive
assistant now. Jack dutifully handled every boring little nit-picking
detail that Mary sloughed off on him. As long as he didn't question any of
her decisions in running the project he could maintain the illusion in
public that he was her equal. Sometimes he even managed to forget that she
was his de facto boss. 

He was fidgety. He needed something to take his mind off Mary. He'd gotten
so accustomed to filling his hours with the diversion of work that he
didn't know what to do with this enforced idleness. Times like these, his
thoughts turned to Mary. He hated himself for being so weak and allowing
her to treat him as she had. His fantasies had grown more and more
obsessive on the image of Mary totally submissive to his desires.
Masturbation had become less effective at relieving his tension. He
sometimes toyed with the idea of hiring a hooker to act out his fantasies
but so far had resisted that temptation. In dark moments like this it
seemed nothing would help but actually living out his fantasy, having sex
with Mary, but that was utterly impossible so he forced himself to stare
out the window and think "not Mary" thoughts.

Birds hopped across the yard searching in vain for anything edible. On
impulse, Jack opened the window and tossed out the remains of his lunch.
The yard was suddenly black with birds. Almost as if a message had been
sent telepathically: Food! They squabbled and squawked over the crusts
scattered on the snow.

Jack watched a few moments in amusement until all the food was consumed.
Wanting to see more of this show, he went rummaging for something more to
offer them. He found a box of caramel popcorn and tossed a handful out for
the birds.

They didn't disappoint him. Once again a great flock arrived almost
instantly and began picking over the sweet kernels. He tossed a second
handful a little away from where the crowd was still cackling over the
first. He waited to see how long it took the birds to discover this second
offering.

Suddenly there was a raucous screeching and every last bird took flight in
terror. Jack looked around to see what had frightened them off, expecting
a cat or maybe a fox. But there was nothing to be seen. He used the sleeve
of his sweater to wipe the condensation from the window and get a better
look. Narrowing his eyes against the glare from the snow he could just
barely make out what appeared to be a swarm of insects flitting about the
popcorn.

How strange that birds should be frightened off by a bunch of bugs! Jack
stared closer and was even more surprised to see tiny flickerings of light
coming from the creatures. At first he thought it must be the sun glinting
off the snow but the longer he watched the more certain he became that the
flashes of light came from the insects. This was growing stranger and
stranger. He thought lightning bugs all died off by the end of summer. 

More and more of the creatures continued to arrive as Jack watched. There
seemed to be hundreds of them, perhaps thousands by now. Very carefully,
trying not to alarm them, Jack inched the window open again and gingerly
tossed out another handful of the popcorn. He intentionally threw the
kernals much closer to the window so he could get a better look at them.
He was rewarded shortly as groups of the fireflies flitted over to
investigate the new source of food.

Now that they were closer he could see they were different from normal
fireflies in that when they lit up their entire body glowed, not just the
lower half. And the air seemed to retain the glow for a moment even after
the insect had flown off, as if an afterimage stayed behind or perhaps the
creature had emitted a phosphorescent substance and left it still glowing
suspended in the air behind as it left. He also realized that they weren't
eating all the popcorn, but seemed to be eating just the caramel coating
and leaving the corn untouched. He got an idea and slipped away to the
kitchen. Quickly he searched the cabinets until he found what he needed: a
jar of honey and an old mason jar he kept for storing odds and ends. He
dumped the contents of the mason jar into a dish and went back to the
living room, hoping that his activities hadn't driven the insects away.

They were still there but the popcorn he'd thrown out for them was nearly
denuded of caramel. He threw out another handful of corn, aiming it so
that a substantial amount landed directly underneath his window. After a
bit when the creatures started gathering at the fresh offerings, he
dribbled out some honey directly on the ledge of the windowsill. It didn't
take long for the fireflies to discover this new largesse.

Jack watched in rapt fascination as the first midge hovered over the pool
of honey. This close up he discovered that it emitted a thin high-pitched
thrumming sound as it flew. He held his breath in tense anticipation,
waiting for it to land. His hand was poised with the mason jar just below
the level of the windowsill. The tiny creature slowly settled in for a
landing at the edge of the puddle of honey. 

Instantly Jack struck. He slammed the mouth of the mason jar down over the
insect, trapping it inside. With his other hand he quickly closed the
window on the off chance the bugs might try to sting him if he got them
agitated - after all, the birds avoided them so they must have some
natural defenses. Then he carefully scraped the upended mason jar over to
the edge of the sill and quickly slipped it onto the lid, screwing it
closed. Success!

As soon as Jack had captured the firefly all the others had reacted like
an angry nest of hornets. He could hear high pitched buzzing even through
the closed window and occasionally soft thumps as one or another of them
threw its tiny body against the glass in an effort to get at Jack. He
smugly congratulated himself for his quick thinking in closing the window.

Jack carried his prize into the kitchen where the light was better and sat
down at the table to examine it. He watched in mild amusement as it
fluttered ineffectually against the glass sides of the jar. It made a very
angry buzzing noise which he could even feel if he rested a finger on the
jar. He couldn't get a very good look at it because it was fluttering
about so frenziedly but it didn't look like any bug he'd ever seen before.
Finally it appeared to wear itself out and settled down to a landing at
the bottom of the jar. 

Jack hunched in closer, hardly believing his eyes as he finally got his
first look at the... well, he couldn't call it a bug. Impossible as it
seemed, the creature looked like a tiny nude girl with wings! He blinked,
rubbed his eyes and looked again. It - no, she - she was standing upright
with tiny hands on tiny hips staring up at him.

"Holy Shit!" 

Jack sat up straight and shook his head. If he was dreaming it certainly
was a vivid dream. He got up and fixed himself a stiff scotch, drank it
down in two gulps then poured another. Before returning to the table he
hunted up a magnifying glass. 

Using the glass he could make out more details. She was only a half inch
tall but perfectly proportioned for a human woman - well, a human woman
with wings anyway. Her breasts were voluptuous, her waist narrow, and her
ass wide and round. Her legs were gorgeous and tapered down into dainty
microscopic feet. She had a miniature mop of short dark hair that framed
her face but ended just at the nape of her neck, a pixie cut, he thought
ironically. Probably so it wouldn't interfere with the beating of her
wings, Jack realized. From points just above her forehead two hair thin
antennae sprouted out about half an inch above the height of her head. In
the middle of her back, just below her shoulder blades, wings grew out of
her body. They were nearly identical to a dragonfly's wings, two long
narrow oval airfoils on each side of her body. Each wing was transparent
but caught the light and threw it back in rainbow iridescence. She was
human in every respect - other than the antennae and wings of course -
with the exception that she quite literally lit up every few moments. In
time with her breathing, her skin burst forth in glowing luminescence and
the air expelled from her lungs seemed to retain a glow for a second or so
after it left her mouth. 

She was absolutely captivating. Jack thought she looked for all the world
like a dark-haired version of Tinkerbell from Peter Pan. Of course, the
Disney version had always worn some clothes. She was perfect in every
detail. Jack could even make out tiny brown nipples and a miniature patch
of black pubic hair. After a few moments of this inspection, she proved
that her actions were very human also. She stamped her foot and shook a
fist at him. Then her mouth moved and he heard a tiny high pitched sound.
He leaned in very close and could just barely make out her words. She was
shouting at him... in *English*!

"How dare you treat a high Faerie clanswoman with such disrespect?! To
freely offer provender then ensnare me in a trap even as I partake of your
false hospitality. Manners most foul indeed! Release me at once, you
impudent human!"

Jack noticed an interesting effect. Her speech was punctuated by flares of
light that accompanied each word she spoke. She was quite agitated and the
colors ran the gamut from pure white down to fiery orange, apparently
depending on her emotional state. Jack briefly wondered if she'd glow blue
or green when she was calm or happy.

"Wow!" Jack whispered in fascination.

"Is that all you can say for yourself, you ignorant spawn of savages?
Explain your actions immediately or incur the wrath of all the kith and
kin of Faerie!"

"Who *are* you?" Jack asked, still wondering if he were dreaming.

"I am the Lady Kirathamon, mistress of the sylvan glens, highborn
clanswoman of my people."

"Huh. Nice to meet you, Mistress Kir... Kiratha... whatever. I'm Jack
Moore, master of the projects engineered." Jack felt quite proud of what
he thought was a witty little reply and nearly choked trying not to laugh
before he continued. "So why don't you tell me, who are your people?"

"Beware how you mock me, human. Your ignorance is manifest if you know not
of my folk. Is *none* of the old knowledge taught in these times? My clan
is the Donai of the Faerie. Your folk have called us by 'pixie' or
'sprite' or 'fairy' at differing times. And in fairness to those that have
shown my kin a kindness in times gone by, I must warn you, human, you risk
grave danger keeping me here against my will."

A fairy? Yeah, right! But how else could he explain a conversation with a
half inch tall woman? He tried to remember various legends and myths he'd
heard about fairies. He was at a disadvantage because he'd never read the
traditional stories. When he was a kid he enjoyed Star Trek and James Bond
much more than the Brothers Grimm. He used to think that mythology was
all... well, fairy tales. His limited knowledge was mostly based on Disney
movies and Fractured Fairy Tales on Bullwinkle and Rocky, and he was
fairly certain those sources were inaccurate, to say the least. He had a
vague notion of stories about how people left offerings of food, mostly
milk or sweets, for the "little people" and they would do them a favor in
return. He thought that sounded authentic, so he decided to pursue it.

"If you're a fairy then shouldn't you give me a wish or something since
you ate my food?"

"Nay, human, for the victuals were not given freely. You used them as bait
to capture me."

"Well then maybe I'll just keep you in that jar. I could probably take you
on a tour of the talk shows and make a fortune. Rosie O'Donnell would
*love* you, and Sally Jessie would probably do an entire week on you and
the people who say they've met your kinfolk. How does that grab you,
little miss Kira?"

The fairy girl looked about to explode, then she seemed to consider the
wiser course of action and calmed herself.

"Verily human, that prospect holds little appeal for me. I shall make you
a bargain: if you release me this day I shall swear my solemn promise to
do you a service."

"A service? You mean like grant me a wish or something?"

"Aye, something like that. If it be within the purview of Faerie art."

Jack's mind considered the possibilities of a magical wish. Like every kid
that ever lived he'd debated the proverbial question and devised the
perfect answer, but he figured that "three more wishes" would not be
looked on favorably by the pixie - she didn't seem to have much of a sense
of humor, or a very forgiving nature. But he could ask for wealth. Or
youth. Maybe even immortality. Or maybe become a famous rock singer. Or...
Mary. He could have Mary. He could make Mary love him. 

There was no question. All the other choices faded in comparison. He
wanted Mary more than anything else in the world.

"Okay then, Mistress Kira, you've got a deal. Now about my wish, there's
this girl..."

*****

Jack stood on the doorstep to Mary's townhouse waiting for her to answer
the doorbell. Somehow he'd managed to drive there through the snowstorm.
He felt such a rush of optimism that nothing seemed impossible now. He
just needed to get Mary to come out with him for a few minutes. The pixie
had explained to him that they needed to be outside for her magic to work.
First he would free the fairy from the jar, then he must make his request
out loud. Then he'd get his wish. That was the deal.

"Jack! What in the world...?" For once in the entire time he'd known her,
Mary was the one caught completely off guard by his unexpected arrival.

"Hi Mary. Will you come outside for just a minute? I need to talk to you."

"Well come inside and talk, Jack. It's *freezing* out there!"

"Oh Mary. Just for a few minutes? It's wonderful out here. The snow makes
everything look so beautiful. It's like there's magic all around." Jack
mentally congratulated himself on such a sly pun. He touched the bulge
under his coat made by the mason jar, reassuring himself it was still
there, like a devout Catholic might touch a crucifix pendant as an act of
faith.

"It's cold out here, Jack!" Mary whined. She hated the winter, hated being
cold, and was in no mood to make snow angels.

"Just give me three minutes, Mary. You never know, you might actually
enjoy it."

Mary hesitated a moment, then grabbed her coat from the closet and
followed Jack. She never even considered the possibility that he might
attack her. She was certain Jack wasn't dangerous, just dull and a wimp.
Although this stunt might be crazy, Mary decided to humor him. She'd come
to appreciate the convenience of having him to handle all the drudge work
on her project (she never thought of the Acme job as "their" project).
She'd even begun to toy with the idea of getting Thornton to appoint him
as "junior project manager" or some such position for her next assignment
so she could continue to benefit from Jack's grinding devotion to detail.
Yes, Jack was an important stepping stone in the career path she'd plotted
out for herself and she wasn't ready to alienate him totally - at least
not at this stage. Besides, she was certain of her ability to control Jack
- she'd been successful at it so long it was almost second nature to her
now, like knowing a loyal dog would come when you called.

Mary cursed the cold under her breath as she trudged off through the
deepening snow behind Jack. She lived in an upscale townhouse development
that had been planned to retain somewhat the flavor of a rural setting.
There were jogging trails, open spaces, a swimming pool, and other
recreational facilities interspersed among the buildings. Jack led her a
little way off to the side where he'd noticed a small stand of trees. Once
they were among the trees Jack stopped and glanced all around. It wasn't
really private since they were in a heavily populated suburb and he could
see houses and roads through the trees in several directions, but he
figured it was as good a spot as any.

He reached under his coat and pulled out the mason jar. The glass was
clouded with condensation making it impossible to see what was inside.
Jack unscrewed the lid and something flew out of the jar, traveling very
fast. It moved so rapidly that neither of them got a look at it before it
was completely gone in the swirl of falling snow.

"Okay, I've done my part, now you have to keep your promise," Jack said in
a half whisper which Mary barely heard.

"Jack, what the hell is going on here? Why are you acting so crazy?" Mary
felt she had let things go on far enough and she needed to take control.

Jack turned to her and smiled. After months of fantasizing, he finally
felt he had the power to make his fondest dream come true. He'd rehearsed
this scene thousands of times in his fantasies. He wouldn't ask, he'd
command. And Mary would obey. That's how he'd always imagined it.

"Mary, make love to me."

Mary nearly choked in shock, then she started giggling. Then chuckling.
Then out and out laughing. She laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. She
doubled over and put her hands on her knees, hooting with laughter. It was
several seconds before she gained enough control to speak.

"Make love to you? Now why in hell would I want to do that, Jack?" she
gasped, out of breath from laughter.

Jack felt like the universe had come to a screeching halt when Mary
started laughing at him. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. The
pixie had promised him a wish. This wasn't his wish, this was disaster.
When Mary finally stopped laughing enough to speak he couldn't think of
how to respond to her. He stood rooted in place for what felt like an
eternity, just watching her stare at him like he was crazy. Finally he
threw his hands up in frustration. His face turned bright red in
embarrassment as he blurted out what he'd been holding in for months.

"Goddamnit Mary, I've been going crazy thinking about you! You can't tell
me you don't know that. You've been strutting around me, flaunting
yourself at me ever since I met you. All I want is a chance. One chance!
Just to see if maybe you might..." 

Jack's voice trailed off. Hearing his whiney plea for her attention, he
realized how lame he sounded, even to himself. What would Mary want with
an old stiff like him? But worst of all was that delusional crap about the
pixie. How could he, a grown man, believe in something like that? Little
tiny fairy girls? Shit! He must be going crazy. He glanced down at the
empty jar in his hands. Maybe it was the scotch he drank before coming
here? Or stress from overwork? He must have imagined the whole thing. He
sighed, then continued in a defeated tone.

"I don't know what I was thinking, Mary. It's just... well... you're so
beautiful Mary... I... I... I guess I just wish you were as attracted to
me as I am to you..." 

There, he'd said it. He'd given it his best shot. He hung his head in
resignation. He'd just have to forget about ever being more than a
business associate to Mary, and a junior one at that. That is, if she'd
even work with him anymore after he made such a fool of himself. More
likely she'd go straight to Thornton and have his ass kicked back to the
third floor. Or worse, have him fired for sexual harassment. Shit. Shit.
Shit. Jack put his hand up to his eyes, rubbing his fingers over his
closed lids to cover the tears welling forth. 

Mary heard the sincerity in his voice and sensed the hopelessness. She
turned away to collect her thoughts. She'd really stressed him recently at
work, maybe she'd pushed him too far. She was lost for words momentarily,
trying to think of some way to defuse the situation - she had to work with
him after all. Hell, she had to admit that he was a valuable asset at work
- who else was going to do all the grunt jobs. She thought she'd put an
end to his infatuation with her long ago when she'd purposely
misinterpreted his clumsy attempt to ask her out on a date. She thought
they had a decent, if somewhat strained, working relationship that
benefited them both, allowed both of them coveted advancement, even if her
advancement was a bit more lofty. But now it seemed he was determined to
dredge up all that past baggage. Why did he have to go and say all that
shit? Now things would be so awkward. She sighed and turned back to him,
trying to think of something to say... and saw the air sparkling with
hundreds of tiny flashes. 

>From all directions, tiny fireflies zoomed in and began to dance a complex
pattern all around Jack. They buzzed about until a luminous dome formed in
the air surrounding him. The air inside the dome filled with a sparkling
glow that looked to Mary like Christmas glitter tossed into a fog bank.
Mary could faintly see his body through the glow and she could swear that
he was now totally naked and standing as if frozen in place. Soon a
ghostly shell formed around Jack, coalescing into a sparkly ethereal
sculpture that was a perfect likeness of Jack in the nude and about ten
feet tall. The tiny creatures then swooped a little distance away from
their handiwork, flitting about in new patterns that seemed to exert an
influence on the glowing shell surrounding Jack's body. The luminous
replica of Jack began to change, swelling in places and constricting in
others until its resemblance to Jack was entirely gone. Time seemed frozen
as the glowing figure swirled and mutated around Jack's body, then
suddenly it seemed almost to solidify and began to shrink very rapidly. It
contracted all around Jack until finally it made contact with his skin. As
the glow touched his skin it appeared as if Jack's body assumed the
altered shape of the figure. The effect only lasted a split second then
the luminescence seemed to be absorbed into his body and was gone, leaving
behind a fully clothed and quite normal looking Jack standing inside the
dome. Almost as soon as the glowing form was fully absorbed into Jack's
body, the dome simply blinked out of existence, as if turning off a light
switch. Before Mary even realized it was over with, the little fireflies
swooped off in a thousand different directions and she and Jack were alone
once more. The entire process had taken less than ten seconds to complete.

Mary blinked. She realized her mouth was hanging open and she abruptly
closed it. Wow. Her first thought was concern over Jack. How would he take
it? Would he start to freak out because of what just happened to him? But
strangely, he didn't react at all. He showed neither fear nor startlement.
Apparently he'd taken no notice of the glowing lights in the air, even
though he'd been the focus of it all. Possibly, since he'd covered his
eyes after his embarrassing little outburst, he might not have seen
anything at all. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. 

She wondered if anyone else had witnessed what had just gone on. She
looked all around, checking for any physical signs that magic or a miracle
or whatever had taken place, but there was nothing out of the ordinary to
be seen. In fact, she realized there wasn't *any* evidence whatsoever to
prove that anything unusual had happened. Even if someone else *had* seen
the strange event the most likely explanation was that it was just a trick
of the light and an active imagination. Everything looked just as before.
Even Jack. She studied him carefully for several seconds. He didn't seem
changed at all from the strange phenomenon. Then she noticed a weird kind
of bluish glow coming from the exposed portions of his skin. It was so
faint as to be almost invisible unless she really concentrated. But once
seen, it became distinctly obvious. Something strange was definitely going
on and it wasn't over yet, but she couldn't deal with it out here in the
snow.

"Jack, I can't stand it out here. Let's go inside before we freeze."

Jack was feeling strange. He tingled all over his body and felt light
headed. After making such an incredible ass of himself he didn't care what
happened now. All sense of self-will had left him, he felt no need to do
anything. He would have gladly stood in the freezing cold until the
falling snow covered him up. When Mary took his arm and turned him toward
her house he didn't resist, it was much easier to just go along. He simply
allowed Mary to lead him back inside and take his coat off. 

Mary steered Jack over to a couch and eased him into it. He moved like a
zombie or like one of the mental patients in movies who's just gotten
electroshock. She sat beside him and tried to think what to do. He still
looked like the same old Jack, an aging guy with a chip on his shoulder.
But there was something else. That blue glow. The light seemed to come
from inside of him, as if his skin was a translucent covering of a bright
blue light. It pulsed,  glowing visibly then fading away, but each
pulsation seemed slightly brighter as if it was growing in strength. She
noticed that the pulsations were in time with his heartbeat. She could see
a vein in his neck throb slightly and each time the glow from within
flared brighter. 

She watched the vein for several minutes. Neither of them spoke. Jack
slumped listlessly, looking down at his hands folded in his lap. Mary
perched beside him, all senses alert, staring at Jack in rapt fascination,
sensing something was about to happen. Finally, she reached out and
tentatively rested her fingertips against his skin where the vein pulsed
in time with the radiance. Warm. And surprisingly soft. Strangely, she
felt an urge to kiss the spot, and no sooner had the thought occurred,
than she leaned in and pressed her lips tenderly to Jack's neck just below
his jawline. Briefly, she felt a mild annoyance at the scratchy sensation
of his stubble, but then his skin didn't seem so rough anymore. She
inhaled his scent and as the thought flashed through her mind that his
choice in aftershave wasn't the greatest, she realized that it was really
very nice, sort of light with a hint of flowers.

"Mary?" somehow Jack had found the will to speak.

His tone was tentative. Uncertain of what was happening. Jack gasped
slightly as she touched her tongue to his skin and delicately tasted his
neck.

Mary pulled back a bit, her expression showing confusion over what she was
seeing and feeling. She stroked her fingers lightly along Jack's neck
where her lips had so recently been. Silky soft to the touch. The blue
glow seemed stronger than ever, or perhaps that was just his heartbeat
accelerating.

"Shhh. It's okay, Jack." She whispered to him gently.

Mary looked at his face, now turned toward her. Craggy and weathered. Not
a pretty-boy face. A middle-aged man's face, who'd led a fairly active
life reflected in the worry lines accumulated over time. Many women found
that sort of face very attractive, it had character. Character be damned,
a pug dog was more beautiful in Mary's opinion. But then she noticed
Jack's lips. They literally pulsed with fire. Drawing her in. Unable to
stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.

Mary fleetingly thought his lips were thin and hard, very masculine. But
as the kiss lingered it didn't seem to matter any more. In fact, his lips
were soft and warm and moist, fuller than she'd originally thought.
Sensuous hungry lips. Lips she could kiss for an eternity. Perfect lips. 

Jack surrendered himself to Mary's kiss. He was completely taken aback by
her unexpected advances. In all his previous sexual experiences he'd
always been the aggressor, it just seemed the natural role for him. But
now he felt a strange sense of acceptance of what was being done to him.
It was a very curious feeling he'd never experienced before. He felt a
strong desire for Mary's touch -- he *loved* the sensations she was
eliciting in him. But he felt no need to take control or even verbally
request Mary where and how to excite him. It was as if his will was
overcome with a lassitude that made independent action impossible. It was
so much nicer to simply accept Mary's lead and enjoy.

Insistently she pulled him to his feet and led him into the bedroom where
she began undressing him. Mary continued to kiss Jack and snuggled closer,
fumbling impatiently with buttons and fastenings. She took his hands,
suddenly soft and smooth hands, and guided them to assist her in removing
their clothing. Jack obediently followed her directions and soon they both
were nude. Mary didn't fully understand her sudden urgent desire for Jack
but just at that moment making love with him seemed the most necessary
thing in the world. 

To be continued...

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