Alright humans, let's get a few things straight, shall we? First of all, fairies are not tiny. We only shrink down when we want to, usually to make flying or teleporting easier. Second, we did not cut ties with your world. You cut ties with us. You stopped believing and we needed that belief to properly manifest. Third, we do not come in a million gross forms. We look just like you, except for the wings. We have boobies and butts and even hair. Our bodies also have many of the same needs. Especially naughty needs. Why do you think we flutter around naked? We're horny! It's not a bad thing, no matter what the queen says. You have needs too, right? You certainly make enough wishes based on them.

My name has thirty-two letters, four of which don't appear in your alphabets, so you can call me Tildy. That sounds fairy enough, right? A bit Germanic, too. Well good, because to your eyes I'd probably look European with my shimmering blonde hair, bright blue eyes and big, perky tits.

As you might have guessed, I am a fairy, and one who's in a little bit of trouble at the moment. For the record, it's not my fault. You see, we fairies work rather like you people imagine gods or saints to work. Each of us can hear different types of prayers (or wishes as you'd probably prefer I call them). Back in the day we used to grant these if we felt like it, but since you don't believe in us any more, all we can do is laugh about them. My trouble is that I'm a lust fairy. Whereas the other fairy folk hear wishes for success, love, happiness, revenge, etc., I hear wishes for interesting things to do with your genitals. Can you imagine what that's like? I hear your kinkiest, most perverse desires day in and day out, and some of them are pretty damn hot. Wouldn't you give in to temptation now and again?

The trouble is that fairies are supposed to reserve that sort of thing for other fairies. I didn't mind that little rule, but the other fairies? well, let's just say that they couldn't keep up with my needs. After a few millennia every fairy had had a ride and their stamina could only go so far. So, in desperation, I turned to other options. I mean, that is what you humans do, and you're oh so creative with it. I bet if you had a magic stick that could do pretty much anything, you'd eventually wonder how it would feel inside, right? Don't lie to me, I can hear your thoughts.

Anyway, the Queen certainly did not approve of my toying with my wand. Turning it into a dildo was one thing but trying that other hole you humans are so interested in? well, she considered that disrespectful. It also didn't help that I requested a spanking for my punishment. The Queen can be such a prude. Long story short, she banished me to your world. Here I am to wander looking for any stray human who still believes enough to let us grant their wish, and I can't go home until I've granted 100 wishes. In the two centuries I've been here so far? I'm up to twelve. I really need to stop procrastinating.

There was that lonely guy that wanted to be wanted. I admit I had a little fun charming his penis to be irresistible to the opposite sex. There was that gay guy from that folklore class, too. He'd been in love with his best straight friend. That one was an accident. You see, I can't just switch sexuality. I have to trade it with another person and I accidentally did it with him. So, his friend ended up gay and he ended up straight. Oopsie. Well, sorry to say, there's no take-backsies on wishes. I got more than a few from this pagan club at a major university after that. Gee those girls had twisted fantasies. By the time I was done making them come true the entire club had been expelled, and half of them were pregnant. Still, it added to my quota. I know, that sounds callous, but you've gotta understand. You humans can't see me unless you really, truly believe, and you can't touch me unless you can see me. So why should I feel any compassion for you? Seriously, you people have caused me nothing but trouble.

So, to cut to the chase, I've been floating around looking for believers. There's the occasional crazy lady who wants her garden gnome to come to life for the evening, but come on, even I find that a little gross. I prefer sexy young people. Although I was running out of options. Too few people believe or even want to anymore. Too few make wishes. Usually the only times I get lucky, with finding wishes at least, is when I stumble across those few students who still study myths, or the occasional fangirl sitting alone in the library. That's where I was today, on the third floor of a library in one of those giant stone mazes you call a city. Still, there weren't many people reading the right books. As with so many other libraries in so many other cities, all the good books about my people were sitting dusty and ignored.

It was all seeming hopeless until I spotted her, a shy little data entry clerk in her mid twenties with gorgeous features she was totally oblivious to. She wore a cute ankle length skirt and blouse combo with a sensible vest and had demure little glasses under her messy bun. Even if I couldn't read her forlorn little thoughts, I couldn't have helped but watch her, invisible though I was, as she wandered the library on her day off. She was in the right section and she was picking the right books. There was even the seed of belief in her, though it had yet to be nurtured. I was laying on the desk in front of her wishing she knew how pretty she was, while she read a book on fairies. I was just about to lean in and give her a little fairy kiss (you humans feel it as a tickle) when I felt something. It was just a little change. An acceptance that opened her mind to my existence. Now she could see me, if I chose to let her, and how could I resist after I heard what she said? In that moment when she accepted that she believed what, to her, was totally absurd she whispered it. The perfect wish for my needs spilling out of such cute little trembling lips.

"I wish I could make people believe."

My wings fluttered as she said it and I couldn't help but take the opportunity. It had been so long since I'd been able to talk to anyone. It started with my appearing to her―Anna―who suddenly became aware of the naked, winged blonde girl inches from her face. Luckily time doesn't work the same for a fairy as it does for a human. I can slow it down or speed it up at will. So as her eyes went wide and her lips parted to scream I had plenty of time to giggle before I put my finger out to stop her from making a fool of herself.

"Now, don't freak out," I said quickly, "no one else can see me."

Fat chance, she was starting to faint. I quickly got up on my knees and shook her to keep her conscious and the lucky girl got a nice little rub from my titties as I did. That seemed to slap some sense into her.

"Who the hell are you?" she whispered.

"Call me Tildy," I said as I sat back to let her up for air.

"What the hell are you?" She was getting louder. People would hear her soon.

"Uh, keep your voice down; what do you think I am?"

I fluttered my rainbow wings for emphasis and Anna made the cutest face. It was part horror, part amazement and part shock. Very similar to the face you humans make the first time someone cums inside you. Then, in the same slow motion as her scream, Anna began to laugh.

"Oh, I see, I'm dreaming! I must have dozed off at my desk and..."