Faerie Tale

Chapter 3 – Gremlins

When I awoke, it was just starting to get light outside. Keila was snuggled next to me, her legs wrapped through my own. She yawned and looked over at me with a wide smile.

“Good morning, lover.” I said grinning.

“Yes it is,” she replied. Her hands immediately reached for me, one settling on my right breast, the other sliding down between my thighs. I rolled languidly onto my back and let my legs fall open.

“Don’t you think about anything else?” I asked her as her fingers started searching.

“Sometimes I think about food… but mostly no.” She found what she was looking for and I gasped.

“Last night was… magical. Ughnnnnmmmm….”

“Indeed! But wait until you see what else I have in store for you next.”

“Oh, goodness… ahh! I…ummm…. don’t think… ughnn!… I am going to get… UGHNN!… m-much work done… AHHH!… today… UGHHHHNN!!”

And I didn’t.

I never would have thought that after only a week we could have accomplished so much, but when you don’t have laws or bureaucracy to deal with, things really do move.

I thought long and hard about our problem, and finally came to the conclusion that no amount of writing, no matter how good, was going to stop human expansion and destruction of the forests. It was simply a matter of money. When dollars are involved, nobody cares about what it means to future generations, or that the last remaining spotted owl’s home will be turned into somebodies end-table or garage door. With that in mind, I proposed something a little more radical.

Greenpeace has the right idea, they just go about it in a stupid way. Direct action was needed, but chaining myself to a tree or shooting out the tires of logging trucks was simply treating a symptom. The virus of progress was already quite settled in, so what we needed was a silver bullet. We needed a way to stop the bureaucratic machine cold, at the source, or at least slow it down a whole lot.

My senior year in college, I had a boyfriend/roommate/lover who, among other things, was a brilliant tactician. After sex (and sometimes during!), we would have these great discussions about war and history. He explained to me that wars were not won, or very rarely, by brute force, but by very carefully planned attacks that left the stupid people in place, while removing the smart ones. Given time, the military machine that was left would eventually take care of itself. The Germans marching into Russia in the dead of winter is a perfect case in point. Stupidity killed those soldiers, not bullets or superior air power.

Little did I know it at the time, but that while my boyfriend was fucking my brains out after Psyche class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he was providing the logistical background I now needed to help the faeries. The principle was the same. If we could identify key elements of the human destruction machine, and remove or disable them, then the rest of the machine would start to grind down to a halt, or at least slow a bit. Time was key. If we could buy the forests time, then we could instigate other projects to help save them long term.

The faeries of course, had no idea how this was to be accomplished, and I made the mistake of mentioning how assassins were effective in the world wars. I think Keila hit me first, but I suddenly found myself pinned to the bed by four, pointy-eared, hesterical females. They were all speaking at once about how we musn’t kill or hurt anyone or we would be no better than the Unseelie faeries and that wouldn’t be right and that it would really really piss-off the The Queen of Trees and and and…

When I finally got them to calm down, I explained that we didn’t need to hurt anyone, and that the same thing could be accomplished by other, non-violent means. Finding the keys would be the hard part.

So for two full days, I racked my brain for answers. What I came up with was a list of twenty people and eighteen companies that, if disabled, would almost certainly bring the destruction of the forests to a halt. The problem was, if I wasn’t careful, I would only make the problem worse. Murder aside, if certain members from my “list” were to suddenly disappear, then it would only cause someone else, an unknown, to be dropped into the machine in their place. So what I really needed, was to disable them without removing them. That was much harder.

And what about the large corporations? People can be influenced, coerced or bribed, but companies are resilient. They have vice presidents and vice chairmen for a reason. I needed something akin to a slow poison. I needed to kill a company in a way so that it wasn’t even aware that it was dying until it was far too late. I was stumped again.

My solution came to me that night as Keila showed me yet another faerie magic trick. I had just explained the problem to her while we lounged on my bed. We were laying there naked (I hadn’t put on any clothes in almost 48 hours!), she on her side, and me on my back. She was drawing with her finger again, and I stopped in mid-sentence as I noticed the soft blue-green glow she was leaving on the bed covers.

“Uhh… Keila? Not that I minded in the slightest the last little spell you cast on me, quite literally, but what’s that?”

She continued to enlarge the ornate patten on the bed until it was about a foot in diameter.

“It’s a Gremlin… Oh, not a real one of course. It’s just a name… A type of spell.”

“It’s very beautiful,” I replied, taking a closer look.

“Yes, it is, isn’t it? Go ahead, touch it.” She sat up and indicated the pattern.

“Does it bite,” I asked with a grin. She waited until my finger touched the bed sheet before she responded.

“Not in the way you’re thinking,” she chuckled.

The tip of my finger felt tingly, so I snatched it back. To my surprise, the end of the digit was glowing now as well. It was also humming. At least that’s what it felt like. There was no sound at all, and I could see that my finger wasn’t vibrating, yet it was as if every nerve that was covered in the glow was asleep, only without the needles.

“Hey… What is this stuff,” I commented, trying to rub it off with my thumb. I noticed that I only succeeded in spreading it to my other fingers.

“It’s a gremlin,” repeated Keila, laughing.

I tried to use my other hand to wipe it off, and now both my hands were humming. It was like honey, the way it instantly stuck to you, but it spread without thinning in the slightest. Then, being the intellectual giant that I am, I tried to find a place to wipe it off my hands, still not getting the fact that it wasn’t coming off at all. I did what I normally do when my hands are wet and I don’t have a towel… I tried to wipe it off on my chest.

My mother use to yell at me for making big wet spots on the front of my dresses by doing this, and suddenly I could hear her making her little tsk tsk sound. I gasped, as pleasure washed up over my breasts like someone had dumped a cup of warm coffee on them. I instantly saw my mistake, and when Keila started laughing hesterically, I realized that I was once again the brunt of one of her practical jokes.

The humming, however, did not fade in the slightest. My nipples reacted to this almost immediately, growing to hard points that pulsed with vibrating sexual energy. My mouth hung open for several seconds while I tried to cope with the onslaught of erotic pleasure coming from my chest. I sat up in shock.

“Oh my god!…” I exclaimed, my hands inadvertently coming down to rest on my stomach. I pulled them back, but it was too late, the glow had spread down and was now covering most of my front. The humm was getting loud now, yet it wasn’t a sound, it was a feeling- a sensation that was almost unbearably erotic. It was though someone had placed an ice cube on my skin, and I reflexively tried to brush it away. The result was predictable, and in a few minutes, about 80% of my body was covered with the glowing honey, and a was wreathing on the bed in near orgasm. Then I saw Keila grin mischievously and lean forward to put both her hands into the glowing circle. Raising them up, she slowly moved in my direction.

“Wha… what are you d-d-doing?!…” I gasped as she she came closer and closer. She silently crept up to my legs, where she placed a hand on each knee and gently but firmly began to part my thighs.

“Oh, no… Wait, I… Ummmm… no..”

Her fingers slid down my inner thighs and met at my apex, where she smeared the one place I had been careful not to touch. The effect was instant, and powerful.

“UGHNNN!!… OH!… Ughmmmm! AHH!!…” Orgasm hit me like a splash of cold water, and my mind spun into timeless bliss… And stayed there… and stayed there… until I was panting, back arched, head back in utter ecstasy. Some part of my brain knew that Keila continued to work her fingers right up inside me, spreading the honey, and the humm to places that caused me to come over and over and over again. I have no way to know how long I was held in bliss, but when I awoke, I was drenched in sweat, and so thoroughly satisfied that I practically purred.

Some unknown amount of time later, I suddenly sat up and exclaimed, “That’s IT!”

Keila looked at me as though I had just swallowed a live bird. “What’s it?” She asked.

“Our slow poison! I know how we can do it!… Gremlins!”

She just sat there in silence, her brow furrowing as she tried to understand.

“Rachael, I am not wise in the ways of humans, but I do not see how stimulating companies sexually will help our cause…”

“No, no…” I interrupted her. “Not THAT sort of gremlin. Although I’m sure that it would be interesting to watch. The kind of gremlin I’m referring to is one of principle.”

“Principle?” She looked even more confused.

“Hmm… It’s like this. Your gremlin worked by being a nuisance. The point was to get me covered with the glowing, uh… stuff, by tiny bits and pieces, which it did just wonderfully because I am so fidgety. We can use this same principle on corporations by causing little, almost unnoticeable problems to come about.”

“What kind of problems?” I could tell that she was starting to get the idea.

“Oh, I don’t know… anything. Maybe we steal all the staples, or gum up the copy machines, or send mail to the wrong place. Who knows!? Whatever we do, it has to be just enough so that they don’t suspect something is afoot, while at the same time making it impossible to get any work done.”

“And this will stop the companies?”

“For a while it will. Sooner or later, they will figure out that somebody is mucking with the system, but it will buy us a little time to come up with something a bit more permanent.”

“And how are we going to do these things?… These gremlins?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would say that it’s impossible, but I think that with your help, and that of the others, we can pull it off.”

Keila grinned. “You’re talking about faerie magic, yes?”

“Yes!”

“This is going to be fun…”