By Faery Tales
faerytales100@protonmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Faery Tales, all rights reserved
[1,505 words]
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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 - The Pickpocket
Dezbraca has been watching
Oliver for quite a while now. She just knows the little scamp will play
some role in her fun, she’s not completely sure how or what yet.
Twelve-year-old Oliver is a pickpocket. He’s a little bit shorter than
average for boys his age. His light brown hair has a mid-fade with a
short spikey top and is currently under his blue ball cap. His mirrored
sunglasses hide his pale blue eyes, eyes that do a lot of darting
around. His small wiry frame appears to be fragile, but he can be a
tough little character when he needs to be. As he’s left-handed, his
small black sling crossbody backpack shoulder bag is over his right
shoulder and filled with quite a haul.
“Who next?” Oliver thinks to himself as he looks over the crowded sidewalk.
That’s when the little thief spots Logan. Sixteen-year-old Logan is the
high school baseball star. He’s not arrogant, but his shyness and
modesty can come across as aloof. He’s several inches taller than
average and has a nicely muscled frame. He’s not overly bulky, but he
does do some moderate weight lifting giving him a well-toned body. His
classic-quiffed blond hair is slicked back and currently holds his
sunglasses. His deep blue eyes are focused laser-like on the path in
front of him as though it wasn’t packed with all the people making
their way here-and-there.
Dezbraca approves of Oliver’s choice
even though Oliver has no idea the pixie even exists. She flies in
close to Oliver and waits until the urchin is right behind Logan—a
tough task for Oliver as Logan walks fast anyway forcing Oliver to work
hard to keep up. It’ll be a little more difficult as most of Oliver’s
targets are older, slower people. But Oliver presses on as he figures
Logan is probably loaded. As Oliver reaches toward Logan’s back pocket,
Dezbraca casts a few spells and then waits in eager anticipation.
Oliver carefully reaches in Logan’s back pocket with just his index and
middle fingers to lightly latch onto Logan’s wallet. Still puffing as
he works to keep pace with the older boy, Oliver smiles as he clasps
Logan’s wallet. He quickly, yet carefully, pulls it out. But wait! It’s
not a wallet. It’s…it’s…ewww. Oliver finds himself holding onto a pair
of underwear! But how?
Oliver tosses the
black-with-gray-waistband boxerbriefs onto the ground wondering what
happened. Logan feels something is not quite right, but dismisses it
and marches steadily on. Dezbraca giggles quite giddy with what her
spell accomplished.
Though still a bit confused, Oliver races
back up behind Logan and, again, carefully reaches into his back
pocket. He feels the wallet. He knows it’s a wallet. It has to be a wallet. He pulls it out and he’s startled and upset to be holding a pair of black dress socks. “How?!?” Oliver wonders.
With a chuckling Dezbraca in tow, a determined Oliver once again
catches up to Logan. He can see the outline of Logan’s wallet in the
back pocket. He reaches in and tightly grasps it. He pulls out Logan’s
white undershirt! Oliver is furious enough to forget about any
confusion. Logan again realizes something isn’t quite right but keeps
on moving figuring it’s nothing. Dezbraca is holding her sides from the
aches due to laughing.
Oliver furrows his brow. He cannot
figure out what is going on. However, this does not deter him. He is
determined to get Logan’s wallet more so now just to get it rather than
for any money he has. He reaches in again, grabs the wallet, pulls on
it and out comes Logan’s shoes! Logan can’t ignore this. He comes to a
stop. But the crowd is so set on moving that he can’t stop for long. He
has to walk on in just his bare feet. As confused as he is, he is glad
to have grown up on a farm where all the hard work and rough bare-foot
play calloused his feet so that he can walk bare foot on the sidewalk.
Plus, he sees his destination and is only seconds away.
The
crowd starts cheering. Logan is helping a charity and is one of the
local celebrities volunteering to help. The charity hopes his presence
will really boost donations. Logan hopes no one will notice he’s
barefoot. The small stand one of the ladies in charge guides him to is
so crowded as to leave little space. This helps Oliver as he was afraid
this would end his chance to get Logan’s wallet.
As the lady
introduces Logan and the other celebrities (the attention of the vast
majority of any teen girls presence is solely on Logan not hearing a
word of introduction from the announcer), Oliver reaches through the
crowd pressed up behind Logan and grabs the wallet once again. To his
great dismay, it again is not Logan’s wallet, but his shirt.
And though Oliver may be dismayed, the very surprised crowd has other
feelings. The teen girls have no idea how the now surprised looking
Logan became shirtless, but they don’t care either! Before much else
can happen to restore order, Oliver makes one last attempt. And when he
pulls his hand back through the crowd tightly packed between him and
Logan, he has Logan’s pants.
No one thought it possible on a
crowded, busy sidewalk, but there it was…complete silence. All mouths
fell open, Logan’s probably the widest. He looks down. He looks up.
He’s stark naked in front of all these people. Plus, the local TV
station is broadcasting live. While the adults try to figure out what
happened, the teen girls are going absolutely crazy with sheer delight.
As with his disappearing shirt, they don’t care how the handsome studly baseball player became completely naked in front of them, just that he is
completely naked in front of them. Dezbraca asked me to spare you all
the bawdy baseball euphemisms that were shouted or thought so you’ll
have to fill them in yourself. And there were plenty.
Poor
Logan stood paralyzed with mortification and didn’t think to
immediately cover up. When he did do so, he made the mistake of turning
away from the crowd so now they get to ogle his cute, muscular bare
butt. And that’s when he spots Oliver from his vantage point on the
small stage. The unfortunate pickpocket has not yet discarded Logan’s
pants. He’s holding them up still at a loss as to how all this happen.
Why did he always get some of Logan’s wardrobe, but not his wallet. He
frowns at the pants. He then just happens to look up. His heart sinks.
The look on Logan’s face should’ve killed Oliver instantly.
“Why do you have my pants?!?” Logan shouts at the now terrified Oliver.
Able to momentarily forget he’s stark naked on the street and on TV,
Logan pushes through the crowd and plows toward Oliver. The little
scamp turns and runs for it dropping the pants. Had Logan been
thinking, he would’ve picked up the pant. Instead, he rushes on through
throngs on new people now getting an unintended free show from the cute
jock.
Oliver runs out into the crosswalk thinking he can
escape the wrath of Logan. He makes the mistake of looking back over
his shoulder and runs into a rather plump, large lady. Oliver has no
chance in this collision and falls backward. He looks up and sees a
seething Logan standing over him. For one brief moment, Oliver giggles
as it is a very naked Logan standing over him. His mirth is short-lived.
Logan reaches done, grabs Oliver and picks the rascal up. He brings
Oliver done hard on his feet jarring the unfortunate younger boy.
Oliver tries to wiggle out but to no avail. He pleads and claims he can
explain. As the fuming Logan finally forces Oliver into submission, the
older boy begins to realize where he is and how he’s dressed. Or, more
importantly, how he’s not dressed. Dezbraca is loving all
this. And as she watching the dawning realization cross Logan’s face,
she notes Oliver sees an opportunity for escape as Logan’s hands have
loosened their grip on the boy just slightly. Acting quickly on her
assumption, Dezbraca adds to her spell that stripped Logan naked.
Oliver twists vigorously and…
RRRiiiiippppp!!!!
…tears himself away from Logan’s grasp. What Oliver doesn’t
realize at first as he’s glad to get away without getting beaten up, is
that Logan is still holding Oliver’s entire outfit! Dezbraca nearly
breaks some ribs laughing when Oliver comes to a halt several seconds
later amid laughter and pointing. He looks down and turns even redder
than Logan did when he discovers he, too, is now stark naked in a very
crowded street.
Dezbraca watches for a bit longer as the two
naked boys try to figure a way out and the girls simply enjoy the show.
And the pixie flies off for whatever is next.
The End