By Faery Tales
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Copyright 2024 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: Botanical Gardens
Ah, the botanical garden. Sixteen-year-old Damián Ruiz is once again
visiting the massive collection of flora with his 12-year-old brother,
Emilio. Emilio’s mother appreciates when her older son takes her
beloved, yet, hyperactive younger son on trips such as this. Damián
much loves the garden and was pleasantly surprised the first time he
brought Emilio here to find the youngster very much enjoys it, too.
They do take in amusement parks, swimming pools, bike trails and a
whole host of other fun activities, but there’s just something about
the garden.
Emilio can hardly contain himself wanting to see
the new exhibit. He pulls furiously on his brother’s hand to get him
moving. Damián likes to tease his little brother by pretending to not
want to go and needing to be pulled along. He finally gives in, though,
and the two scurry along.
Along the way, though most things
pass by in a blur at the speed Emilio is taking them, Damián notices a
large group of girls in the not too far distance. They seem to be in
his age group, maybe anywhere from one to two years younger up to one
to two years older. The garden holds many treasures to explore, but
Damián plans to check out some of the beauties in that group given half
the chance.
The handsome Damián doesn’t go unnoticed. Though
pulled quickly away by Emilio, some of the girls had just happened to
look in his direction. And they liked what they saw. And being there
taking time to be with his younger brother makes him all the more
adorable.
Damián and Emilio make it to the newest exhibit.
Emilio walks around with mouth agape in wonder. Damián is able to
control his outward appearance but is no less awe-struck than is his
little brother.
Damián is a few inches taller than average for
boys his age. His wavy black hair is cut short on the sides and back
while being left wild and long on top. He has a wispy mustache
accompanied by some almost undetectable chin stubble. He has brown eyes
and a charming smile. He excels at his academics while also keeping
himself in shape. He’s an avid swimmer—working recently as a
lifeguard—with the build of one. He loves when Emilio challenges him to
a game of chess, one of the rare instances the younger boy can sit
still for any extended period of time.
There’s no denying the
two boys are brothers. Emilio, except for the obvious differences due
to age, looks just like Damián. He is a skinny little scamp with his
hair cut short all over. Otherwise, he is just a smaller version of
Damián.
Emilio sees a friend of his and asks Damián if he can
go play with him in one of the garden’s playgrounds. Damián checks with
the friend’s mother who doesn’t mind watching Emilio for a short while.
Now, Damián is free to do some non-flora studying.
It’s takes
him a little while to find the girls’ group he’d seen before but he
does. They are seemingly engrossed in a guide’s lecture. Actually, many
of them would rather get back to the actual observing of the vegetation
or—in the case of the ones who saw him—find that handsome boy and maybe
observe him for a while. This is a girls’ book club who have been
reading several stories involving gardens and other flora. So, the
group leader decided to take the girls on today’s tour engaging one of
the garden’s guides to show them around. The group has one more
participant who isn’t actually a member. But Dezbraca had watched them
going in and perceived some of the girls’ hopes for something more
exciting than a bunch of plants. Dezbraca was also the first to see
Damián and she very much liked what she saw. She began to make plans.
Sixteen-year-old Ava is the first to see Damián looking at the group.
Damián blushes slightly at being caught, but Ava waves at him
indicating she’s glad to have got his attention. Ava quietly gets the
attention of a few of the other girls next to her who gladly look over
in Damián’s direction. A bit befuddled by the attention, Damián backs
up a bit.
*rip*
He looks down. He’s standing next to
a small cactus. Damián is wearing a plain gray t-shirt, black
knee-length Streetwear Military Chinos Shorts, and sandals. A small
piece of his t-shirt, maybe about 2 square inches, is hanging off one
of the cactus’ spines. Damián himself isn’t hurt but he’s a bit upset
at the tear in his shirt. He pulls the torn piece off the spine and
puts it in his pocket hoping his mom can fix it later. He is glad he
didn’t get poked by the plant. He turns his gaze back toward the girls
who have moved on. The three girls who had been looking in his
direction a short bit ago are doing their best to stay up with the
group while trying to keep watch on the handsome boy. Damián smiles
which melts the girls’ hearts.
*rip*
He’d walked past
another cactus and this time a small piece of his shorts is torn off.
It’s near the bottom of his left leg. He grumps a bit at the mishap and
puts that piece into his pocket. He tries to steer clear now of the
cacti finding it quite strange that his clothes would just tear like
that.
The book club is moving along again with Damián
following at a distance. He’s wondering if maybe, Ava—whose name he
doesn’t know yet—might be willing to leave the group and sneak over to
talk with him. When she looks his way, he motions to her.
*rip*
She gives a nervous giggle in reply torn between going to talk with the
cute boy and knowing she really ought to stay with the group. She does
find it a bit funny, though odd, that once again a small piece of his
attire is torn off by a cactus, a cactus that hadn’t been there a few
moments ago. It had been covertly moved there by Dezbraca.
Damián looks down to see what the damage is this time. A bigger piece
of his t-shirt is missing, a large piece on the middle of the left
side. A sizeable portion of the left side of his torso is now visible,
both front and back, and it’s a view Ava quite enjoys.
“Ava! Come on!”
Ava feels like a little child for a moment being commanded to come
along by the group leader. She gives Damián a sheepish grin and goes
with the group. Oh, how both Damián and Ava wish she would just leave
the group and come talk with him.
Though getting a few stares
from other garden attenders regarding the rips in his clothing, Damián
strides onward keeping up with the book club. He’s glad to see no cacti
in the vicinity but mistakenly passes too close to a Hawthorn.
*rip*
A half inch wide vertical stripe from just below the waistband of his
shorts to the very bottom on the right side is now dangling from the
bush. This is crazy Damián thinks. He realizes things are getting a bit
out of hand since now his right shorts leg will flap about and people
will be able to see his maroon boxer-briefs with the black waistband.
He doesn’t want to give up on Ava yet, so he grabs hold of the right
shorts let and tries to walk nonchalantly while slightly tilted to the
right.
*rip*
Not another one! Yes, another Hawthorn
manages to snag another bit of his t-shirt completely removing his left
sleeve. He’s getting close to having enough of this nonsense, but looks
up and sees an amused Ava stealthily waving to him. She’s motioning for
him to come to her. She may not be able to leave the group, but, if
he’s sneaky about it, why couldn’t he come join her?
Damián
smiles upon realizing what Ava is indicating. Letting go of his shorts
leg and focusing a bit too much on walking quickly and covertly toward
Ava, he passes through a row of Venus fly traps.
*rip* *rip* *rip*
Damián screeches to a halt at the new tears. His shirt is mostly in
tatters and now a large circular hole appears in the left back of his
shorts with a smaller piece now missing from his underwear, the first
time this has happened. He’s a bit panicky now since a small part of
his left butt cheek is now visible.
Ava saw the plants attack
Damián, though, as she could see, without harming him personally, and
can only stand in confusion. Because he’s facing her, she can’t tell
that a part of his rear anatomy is showing that he doesn’t want shown.
But a few kids in a family walking up behind him can see and they start
giggling. When their mother sees what they’re chuckling at, she has a
few choice words for Damián and marches her still giggling youngsters
away. Damián had wanted to explain this isn’t on purpose and his red
face should’ve told her that itself. But she and her kids are gone too
quickly.
Damián dearly want to meet Ava who wants just as
dearly to meet him. But he’s had enough. He can’t figure out how his
clothes are ripping like this but he knows he can’t stay any longer.
Dezbraca has other plans. He’s too cute for this to be all the further
the stripping goes. So, she calls out for the final part of her plan.
As Damián turns to stride away, a vine reaches out from among the
nearby plants and wraps tightly around his right wrist. The stunned lad
tries to make it let go, but then his other wrist is grabbed and held
by another vine. As these two vines move Damián’s arms above his head
as per Dezbraca’s instructions, she has two more grab his ankles and
spread his legs a couple of feet apart.
Ava does not know what
to do. Neither does anyone else including the group leader and the tour
guide who are witnessing the situation. Though they’re concerned about
Damián, Ava and the other girls are noticing the small hole in his
underwear baring a bit of his left butt cheek. They each have an
internal struggle. They don’t want anything bad to happen to this cute
boy, but, that little bit of flesh is just enchanting enough for them
to not do anything and just wait and see what happens. They needn’t
worry about his well-being, since, as usual, Dezbraca only wants to
strip boys and will not let harm befall them as best as she is able.
Being immobilize like this and drawing a crowd, a panicking Damián struggles all the harder to free himself but to no avail.
*rip*
One of the vines tears off a bit more of the little that remains of his shirt.
*rip*
Now more of his shorts has been torn away. Though normally impatient
and wanting to get on with a stripping, Debraca is loving the slow and
deliberate style that the vines are taking. She could hurry them up,
but lets nature take its course.
*rip*
His shirt is
completely gone. Not a single girl, either in front, in back, or off to
Damián’s side is bothered by this at all. They are all dreamy-eyed at
his incredible bared torso. His pleas for help go unheeded, not only
because the girls are hoping this will continue, but, the vines have
taken to blocking anyone approaching Damián as they are having way too
much fun.
*RIIIIIIPPP!*
An impatient vine pulls the
remains of Damián’s shorts off rather than continuing the slow ripping
process. His sandals long since removed and discarded, the unfortunate
lad is clad solely in just his torn underwear. Most of his left butt
cheek is visible. There is still just enough, but only just, material up front to keep private what he wants kept private.
*rip*
*GASP!*
The redness of his faces deepens as does his panic. Except for the
waistband, the entire back of his underwear has just been torn off. He
gasped along with everyone else at the deed, but for a very different
reason. While the stunned adults watching had gasped in shock and
surprise, the girls behind him had done so in excited delight. His
entire back, including those scrumptious buns, is almost entirely
denuded except for his waistband. The girls in front fought mental
battles over staying put in high hopes or running behind to see a great behind.
*RIP!*
*GASP!!!!!!!!!!*
No need for the girls to decide what to do. That last big rip removed
all of Damián’s remaining cover. The blushing, horrified lad finds
himself completely naked and immobilized with an amused and delighted
audience. A few of the adults are concerned about what to do, but the
boys are laughing hysterically (secretly glad it isn’t them on display
naked like this) and the girls are filled with awe-struck bliss at the
sight of Damián’s luscious naked body.
The girls in the book
club are a highly educated group. Any time they are presented with a
new situation, they whole-heartedly put their all into eagerly learning
everything there is to know. They are very thorough in their
investigation overlooking no detail using a hands-on approach just as
their leader has taught them. As their botany lesson has turned quickly
into an anatomy-of-the-male lesson, they are enthusiastically ready to
explore every aspect no matter how long it takes taking seriously the
notion that a hands-on approach is much more enlightening than any
lecture ever could be. Fortunately for Damián, a few adults do
intervene as Dezbraca has reluctantly called back all but the vines
binding his wrists and ankles. She may be willing to spare Damián from
the lascivious groping the girls so deeply desired to do, but the pixie
still isn’t letting him completely off the hook. It’s the female group
leader and tour guide who are freeing him and they have to unwillingly
get a bit personal to do that. Oh, how the girls wish they were the
ones freeing Damián, or, at least be pretending to free him.
Once unrestrained by the vines, a butt-naked, red-face Damián streaks
away. Evidently, he isn’t thinking clearly, as the two ladies who’d
freed him were going to offer him something to cover up with. But he
ran away too quickly for them to do so. The girls sigh as they watch
his bare butt disappear in the distance. They would’ve chased after him
to enjoy the free show as long as possible, but the adults in the area
forbade it quite sternly. Ah, well, they still have the pics and videos
on their phones.
After running for a minute or so, Damián’s
suddenly comes to his senses and screeches to a halt. The laughter and
catcalls remind him all too much of his bare-naked state. Still not
thinking to ask for something to cover up with, he single-mindedly
searches for Emilio so they can get out of there and home as fast as
possible.
He finds his brother excitedly exploring a
fascinating Australian flora exhibit. Emilio’s attention is first
caught by the sudden noise of people yelling, whistling, and
cat-calling. He looks up and is quite shocked to see his brother racing
toward him without a stitch of clothing. Not knowing why nor caring why
his older brother is completely naked, Emilio just starts laughing. As
soon as the red-faced Damián is near Emilio, he demands his brother’s
shirt. Emilio was going to ask what’s going on, but instead is
protesting the forceful removal of his shirt. He grumps a bit as Damián
circles the too-small-to-completely-encircle-him shirt around his
waist. Holding the shirt in place as best as possible, he grabs
Emilio’s hand and starts running to the exit.
Though still
miffed at losing his shirt, Emilio is back to giggling at his naked
brother. He chuckles all the more as he watches all the amused people
gawking at Damián. Even worse, part way to the bus stop—which Damián
worried about being allowed on a bus in his present state of dress, or
undress as it were—he realized his and Emilio’s bus passes, his wallet,
and his phone were in his shorts pocket. He doesn’t know it, but
Dezbraca will see that those are all returned to him; in fact, he’ll
find them on his desk in his room when he gets home.
It’s a
long walk home. Or, actually, it’s a long quick jog home as Damián
wants to waste as little time as possible. Poor Emilio has trouble
keeping up but he’s still laughing motivated not only due to red-faced
Damián being naked in public, but by all the laughing people…with cell
phones out.
And Emilio, without knowing of the existence of
Dezbraca, makes the pixie so very proud. Still a long way from home,
the mischievous rascal seizes a moment in which Damián is a bit
distracted and they have slowed down a bit. And it’s not just the
moment that Emilio seizes. He grabs ahold of his shirt, yanks it out of
Damián’s grasp and off his waist and runs off, cackling hysterically
while waving the shirt around and around. Though it doesn’t seem
possible, Damián’s face radiates an even deeper shade of red. Yelling
for the little rogue to stop and come back, the completely naked Damián
chases after the giggling boy much to Dezbraca’s—and many others,
especially teen girls—sheer delight.
The End