Nudifying Pixie 4

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. 

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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







   
   
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