By Faery Tales
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Copyright 2023 by Faery Tales, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
Nudifying Pixie_Introduction
Dezbraca Baiatul can hardly hold back her excitement. The
young pixie rubs her palms together wondering what Pathway
she’ll be assigned to. She’s flitting around a
small area listening with glee for her name to be called. For the past
several time cycles, Dezbraca has been studying at the academy so she
can do more than regular pixies get to do. It’s been a
grueling undertaking but will be well worth it. And though any
Pathway is better than a pixie’s assignment who
hasn’t gone through the academy, Dezbraca has such high hopes
for one certain Pathway that she has focused her normally flighty
energies like never before.
Any of the Pathways allows for so much more mischief. While any
non-trained pixie can enjoy causing playful trouble, a Pathway degree
allows for so much more.
“Dezbraca Baiatul!”
Dezbraca nearly explodes upon hearing her name. She giggles along with
her friends and then proceeds forward. The headmaster drones on for a
few moments as he has for each graduate causing Dezbraca to use ALL the
self-control she has to hover in place.
“So, Dezbraca, it is my privilege to assign you
to…”
Debraca is wringing her hands in eager anticipation. She hates that the
headmaster always pauses just before announcing the Pathway.
“…the Nudifying Pathway!”
Cheers erupt—as they do for all announcements of
Pathway—and Dezbraca squeals with great joy! This is the
Pathway she’d studied so hard for and she’s on it.
“Look out, cute human males.” she thinks to herself
as she accepts the power crystal that will greatly enhance her
magically abilities which in this case will allow her to easily strip
human males of their clothes.
And as soon as the rest of the students get their assignments and power
crystals and the ceremony ends, Dezbraca hurries off. So many cute
males to strip and an eternity to do it!! The ecstatic and naughty grin
on her face could hardly be bigger.
Nudifying Pixie_Part 1_Archery
The bow is pulled back. A moment or two passes and then the
instructor, camp counselor Natalie, gives the word. Seven arrows fly
through the air and not a one of them is on target. Joel Ngo sighs as
do the other kids in line. Four other boys and two girls had signed up
for archery. As Natalie notes with a covert sigh, their complete lack
of experience is painfully evident. But she knew that going into this.
It happens every year with every group of kids who sign up for the
lessons.
Twelve-year-old Joel is in his second week of camp. His grandparents
had moved to the U.S. from Vietnam before his parents were born. His
thick black hair is swept over to the left up front which he often has
to brush out of his brown eyes. He’s about average in height
for boys his age and has a small, wiry frame. He is wearing a red
t-shirt with his favorite baseball team’s logo on the front,
dark blue cargo shorts, gray ankle socks and black running shoes with
white sole and heel.
One of the girls, Kalena, had signed up for archery not because she
wanted to try the sport, but because she had her eye on the cute Joel.
And she’s not the only girl who has taken a liking to him,
just one of the quicker ones to sign up first for some of the
activities he had. She has long brown hair that cascades half-way down
her back and has several flowers embedded in it. She has a warm smile
that brightens any room along with her radiant green eyes. She pushes
up her glasses while taking a quick look over at Joel who is in line
directly to her right.
Natalie has the group get ready again. Seven arrows go flying again.
Six arrows miss the target completely. Again. But wait! To
everyone’s surprise, one arrow actually hit the target.
Joel’s arrow is about as far out on the outer most white ring
as possible. He grins at his small success. His grin turns to a scowl,
though, as he and everyone else notices something odd. Something red is
hanging off the end of the arrow. It looks
like…like…well, it looks like his t-shirt! He looks
down and is astonished to see his torso uncovered. He blushes slightly
only because he hadn’t chosen to be shirtless (he’s
been so at beaches and pools on numerous occasions without being
self-conscious) and not because it bothers him to be shirtless in
appropriate public settings. The other six kids and Natalie are just as
confused. Though equally confused, Kalena and the other girl, Vicki,
don’t mind seeing Joel bare chested at all.
Joel scurries up to his target, gets his shirt and quickly puts it on.
It has a few tears and small holes in it but remains mostly functional.
He hurries back to his place determined to get on with the lesson.
Everyone shakes off the bizarre event and ready themselves as well.
Only Dezbraca is still smiling.
A few hours before Joel and his six fellow campers started their
archery lesson, the pixie had been flying around looking for a good
stripping opportunity. Not that there weren’t any at all, she
just felt like taking it easy a bit and waiting until a more
sensational moment arises. That’s when she wondered into this
summer camp. She thrilled at all the boys and joined in with many of
the girls in taking an immediate liking to the cute Joel. So,
unfortunately for him, Joel becomes her next target. It was Dezbraca
that made his arrow hit the target this last time and take his shirt
with it.
Seven kids line up and ready themselves for the next shot. Only one of
them, Joel, has an unseen accomplice. Dezbraca giggles. Seven arrows
are released and six miss their targets completely. It’s no
wonder the archery lessons are done so far away from the other
activities going on. Joel’s arrow hits the outer black
circle. This time, along with his shirt, to his and
everyone’s great surprise, both his socks are dangling off
the end of the arrow.
This is crazy. All seven kids and Natalie are perplexed.
Joel’s shirt getting ripped off by the arrow
might—no matter how teeny-tiny the odds—possibly be
accepted, but his socks?!? Dezbraca giggles again. This is fun she
thinks to herself. Joel jogs up to his arrow, puts on his shirt, brings
his socks back, takes his shoes off and puts them and his socks back
on. While all still very baffling, the kids shake it off and get ready.
Natalie, noting the kids’ eagerness to keep trying, shrugs
her shoulders and gets them ready. Dezbraca gets ready, too.
Seven arrows go flying. Six miss. One hits. Joel’s
arrow—guided again by Dezbraca—hits the outer blue
circle. Previously, the other four boys--Liam, Elijah, Jamal, and
Colby--would just stand with confused looks on their faces while
waiting for Joel to get his shirt and then his shirt and socks. This
time, however, they are chuckling. Not only are Joel’s shirt
and socks hanging off the end of his arrow, but so are his boxer
shorts. Yes, a pair of light blue boxer shorts with black waistband and
little white and red stars on them hangs prominently on the end of the
arrow along with Joel’s shirt and socks.
Joel looks down. He is relieved to see he still has on his shorts.
He—along with the others including the laughing
boys—cannot fathom how his boxers come off and are still
intact waving slightly on the end of his arrow. But, boy, is he glad
his shorts are still on. Kalena and the other girl, Vicki, though
surprised and puzzled, are smiling right along with Dezbraca knowing
poor Joel is unwillingly going commando right now. He blushes at the
fact that the girls are seeing his underwear and know that he
isn’t wearing any now.
This is the last straw. Joel hurries up to his target, fetches his
clothes, puts his shirt on right away and hurries back to the
instructor. He asks if he can leave. Just because he’d been
willing to take off his shoes earlier in front of everyone in order to
put his socks back on, there’s NO way he’s going to
take his shorts off here to put his underwear back on. The girls figure
this would be the case but had secretly hoped.
Natalie, understandingly, tells Joel he can go and to feel free to come
back for tomorrow’s lesson if he wants to. He really wants to
but begins to slowly walk away. As he dejectedly passes a few yards
behind Kalena, the instructor has the remaining kids shoot off their
arrows again. He pauses to see what happens. At first, there is great
cheering among the six. Not knowing it’s Dezbraca’s
doing, they all see they have miracle-beyond-miracle all hit the very
centers of their targets! But then there is a gasp that delights
Dezbraca.
From right-to-left, at the end of Liam’s arrow is a red
t-shirt, at the end of Elijah’s is a pair of gray ankle
socks, at the end of Jamal’s is one blue running shoe, at the
end of Colby’s is another blue running shoe, at the end of
Kalena’s is a pair of dark blue cargo shorts, and,
horror-of-horrors to Joel but complete amusement to the other boys and
wonderous joy to the girls including Dezbracca, at the end of
Vicki’s is a pair of light blue boxer shorts with little
white and red stars on them.
Everyone’s eyes are wide open. Joel looks down. He looks back
up and sees the other kids and the instructor all staring at him. He
quickly and dreadfully notes that Vicki and Kalena are looking much
further down than his face. And a multitude of whistles and catcalls
from behind Joel alert the red-faced, panic-stricken and completely
butt naked boy that many other campers have noticed his denuded state.
If anything could move faster than a rocketing arrow, it is Joel as the
blushing lad streaks away for cover.
Dezbraca swirls in sheer ecstasy thrilling at the sight of the cute,
beet red, naked Joel zooming through amused campers toward his cabin
having not thought through a better route to avoid such an audience.
And more girls do sign up for archery, but, alas, Dezbraca has moved on
to other fun so no more arrow-stripping of any more boys…for
now.
The End