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"Tink, Tink is that you?" Peter called out into the dark, hot air of the cave where he was spending the night on an adventure, away from the Lost Boys and Wendy. The little pixie had alighted on his thigh and was there twinkling brightly. "Tink, I told you to stay home. I wanted to be alone on my adventure!"

"Shhhhh, Peter, not so loud. You'll wake the Injuns!" Tinkerbell chimed, strolling up along the length of the boy's body to stand on his chest. Peter started to sit up, causing Tinkerbell to loose her footing and to be forced to flutter indignantly about his head before landing on his knee.

"But why'd you come here, Tink?" Asked Peter, his voice plaintive. Tinkerbell loved his voice. Just like the rest of him it wavered forever on the brink of manhood, a mix of lilting boyish melody and sonorous manly tones. Delicious.

"You know why I came, Peter," Tinkerbell whispered, climbing up the mountain range that was his muscular thigh, resting with a meaningful pause on his groin. Peter groaned.

"Tink, what are you doing there?" asked the boy. Tinkerbell didn't reply, but instead began to daintily claw away the ragged green fabric that covered his groin, exposing his flesh inch by inch. "Tink!" he hissed, "You shouldn't do that, Wendy'll have to sew it all up again!"

Tinkerbell gave an exasperated sigh as she began to pet Peter's hardening shaft with her tiny, gossamer hands. "Will you forget about ugly old Wendy for just a moment? I liked it better when it was just you and me and the Lost Boys," the little pixie smiled as she felt blood pulse into the veins of the boy-adventurer's cock. "Look, Peter, you're getting excited."

"Don't talk like that, Tink. Wendy is our Mother!--Ahhm...Tink...oh! Tink, I said stop that!" By now, Tinkerbell was applying the attentions of her minuscule tickling tongue to the seemingly immense head of Peter's member. It loomed before her like a giant, pulsing red mushroom. She giggled.

"Stop? You know you like it, Peter. Beside, isn't it fun? And that's all we want to do, isn't it? Have fun and never grow up?" Tinkerbell began rubbing the entire length of her tiny body over Peter's throbbing cock, performing a sensuous dance that left Peter gasping. He began to sweat, a lock of his stringy gold hair fell in his eye and he brushed it away, now mesmerized by the sight of his best friend ever pleasuring him.

"Yessss. Yes, Tink, I like it...yesssss.. Mmmph!" Peter bit his lower lip to keep from crying out as he felt his balls start to churn. He thrust his hips up instinctively, nearly shaking the little fairy from his sex. Yet she clung to him, rubbing her voluptuous miniature body over his most intimate parts. Before long he was drenching his little pixie friend with his white boy-goo, nearly drowning her with his eager spurts.

Meanwhile, back in the Treehouse, Wendy was dealing with the rambunctious Lost Boys. "Boys, I really don't think..."

"We'll be fine, Wendy!"

"But.." Wendy tried halfheartedly to stop them from leaving the tree house, desperately wanting to be alone as the last Lost Boy, Michael, turned around and giggled at her. "We'll be fine!"

With that, Michael turned around and scampered after John. Wendy grinned to herself with a sigh. The only thing that could make this evening more perfect was Peter, but he was off on another silly
adventure of his.

Of course, she was a little worried about the Boys going out after dark, but there was a bright moon out. She was sure they could take care of themselves for a little while. Wendy unenthusiastically picked up some things from the floor to tidy up a bit. She found the hand mirror that Peter had tauntingly swiped from Hook's ship some time ago and picked it up.

Putting the other things away, she looked critically at her reflection. She pursed her lips and reached around to the bow that held her hair, undoing it as she wondered how she could persuade Peter to become more attracted to her. She placed the blue ribbon aside and shook her hair down, letting the glossy brown curls fall to her shoulders.

Wendy smiled at herself and made playful kissy faces at her reflection but was still dissatisfied. After setting down the mirror, she reached back, undid the lace of her dress and slid her arms out of the puffed out sleeves. She untied the ribbon from her waist and let the dress pool around her feet, leaving her standing in only her blue lace panties.

Picking up the mirror, she held it arms length away from her body, able to see her chest as well. Her little undeveloped breasts were no larger than plums, but in the cool night, her nipples stood out proudly. She trailed her fingers slowly down her neck and chest, circling her nipple, her touch sending a little shock of pleasure straight between her legs. "Mmmmm, Peter.." she murmured, as she softly tweaked her nipple.

Wendy placed the mirror aside as she began to feel her sticky wetness in her panties. Not wanting to delay her pleasure any further, she laid herself on the bearskin on the floor, squirming hurriedly out of her panties. She played her nipples with both hands, whispering Peter's name as she pinched and tweaked them. Her hands slid down her flat tummy to the small, soft bush of silky hair that had sprouted between her legs before Peter had whisked her away to Never Never Land.

Her creamy white thighs parted, her lips swollen and aching to be touched. The moans emanating from her lips began to grow louder as her finger ran the length of her slit and into her folds, eagerly stroking her clit.

Wendy, engulfed in her pleasure, did not notice the fairy that fluttered in, damp, smelling of man, come to check on her. Tinkerbell stood watching, bemused as Wendy shuddered and spasmed in climax, tossing her head and grinding her hips down against the bearskin. Tink giggled, finally announcing her presence.

Shocked, Wendy hurriedly reached for her dress, covering up. "Tinkerbell," she began to inquire politely, "Did you get caught in some rain?"

Tinkerbell fluttered her wings in a gesture of aloofness, spattering Wendy with drops of Peter's fluid. "Hardly," she quipped, strutting over to her own tiny dressing table fashioned from an acorn cap, and began washing herself with water stored in her buttercup basin.

Wendy quickly arranged her hair back into its ribbon and frowned, her cheerful nature disturbed by being caught in the act of orgasm by the brash little pixie. For a moment she watched Tinkerbell, jealousy rising in her. Though Tink was tiny, she was fully developed, her body curvy and perfect to every miniature detail. And she spent so much time with Peter! He laughed and joked with her, and took her on adventures while he always called Wendy "mother" and only spoke to her about serious, boring things, like loneliness and darning socks. "Did you have a pleasant evening out, Tink?" Wendy asked, straining to put kindness in her voice.

"Lovely...but of course nothing you'd be interested in," said Tinkerbell dismissively as she sat upon her couch of dandelion fluff. The odor of Peter's boy-seed still clung around her.

Wendy frowned deeper, catching the scent. "You were with Peter, weren't you, Tink? What was it like? Please, just tell me what was it like?"

"Wonderful," said Tinkerbell coolly as she stood from her fluff couch and flew to land on Wendy's shoulder. "It was the most wonderful thing imaginable. Better than killing pirates."

"Better than killing pirates!" Wendy echoed in a wail, knowing that killing pirates was thought to be one of the most exciting and rewarding activities imaginable.

"Oh, far, far, better," added Tinkerbell meanly. "And Peter said he'd love me forever and ever," she elaborated with a tone of airy superiority.

"Oh, Tink!" lamented Wendy. "Did he touch you and caress you? Was he gentle?"

"Of course," Tinkerbell lied, sounding bored, waving her little sparkly hand. "All of that."

"W-where did he touch you?" asked Wendy curiously.

Tink spoke with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "I'll show you," she flew down to sit in Wendy's open palm and guided the tip of Wendy's little finger to touch her breasts.

"Oh!" gasped Wendy.

"Yessssss," crooned Tinkerbell, who had been left aroused and unsatisfied by her encounter with Peter. "Yes, and here," she moved Wendy's little finger to rest between her tiny, well sculpted thighs on her fairy-peach. Tinkerbell began rubbing herself back and forth on Wendy's finger, chiming odd little moans.

"Tinkerbell! Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed Wendy.

Tinkerbell's wings fluttered madly in orgasm as she exuded three full drops of honey-dew onto Wendy's finger, a veritable flood for a fairy. "Yum," Tink sighed, sliding off of Wendy's finger.

"He really touched you just like that?" asked Wendy, amazed and excited.

"Yes, but better," said Tink, flying up to sit back on her dandelion fluff couch.

Just then, a great booming sound came as the wicked, leering Captain Hook and a band of his scurvy pirates burst through the doors of the hidden Treehouse, carrying the bound and gagged lost boys on their backs.

"Oh no!" Wendy gasped to Tinkerbell. "How could he have found us? Oh, I'm so glad Peter's away and safe!"

"You great big ugly girl, since Peter's not here, there's no one to save us!" squealed Tinkerbell as Smee, Hook's first-mate, caught her up and sealed her into a small gilded birdcage. She flung her tiny fists in rage against the bars, but it was no use, she was trapped.

Hook approached Wendy, twirling his mustache. "Look what we have here, Smee! It's the miniature mother of that flying imp! Don't just stand there gawking at the pixie, Smee, bind this one up! Oh, I've such delicious plans for her!"

"What kind of plans, Cap'n?" Smee asked as he wrapped the struggling Wendy in long, heavy ropes, and gagged her with a length of canvas. "Why, Smee, I'm going to make her my wench! What would hurt Peter more than to know his dear little mother is in my sensual care? And the Lost Boys become members of our fine crew? " said Hook, gently lifting up Wendy's chin with the tip of his hook. "Now, we're off and back to the Jolly Roger! Smee, leave the smallest of the Lost Boys to run and tell Peter of the others' cruel fortune!"

"Aye aye, Captain!" cried Smee, as he did just that.

The young boy ran and climbed as fast as he could until he reached Peter in his cave. "And he took Wendy and he took Tink and he took everyone else and he was as big and smelly as ever!" whined the little boy to Peter.

"I've got to save them! Come on!" Peter cried, taking the boy's hand as he leapt off of the high ledge into the air, and began to soar towards the dark, looming mast of the Jolly Roger.

Wendy sat nude, sullen, bound and gagged on Hook's sumptuous bed as the Captain gracefully undressed down to his sea-salty underwear. He sat beside Wendy and drew her close to him, stroking her glossy dark curls with his hook. "I really can't fathom what you see in Peter," he whispered as the hook slipped from her hair to trace gently over her shoulder and chest. "I'm sure he's charming, in his own crude way, but really he knows nothing. He could never give you the..." He slid his hook lightly over her nipple, and she shivered, excited despite herself, "pleasure, that I could."

Hook simply held Wendy in his arms, grinning lustily for a moment before beginning to plant long, steaming kisses on her neck and breasts. Wendy couldn't believe what was happening to her, but she felt herself become slippery and wet, just as she did when she thought of Peter. She hated Hook, and wanted him to stop, immediately, but also wanted him to do much, much more. Soon she was moaning against her gag, and swiveling her slim hips in the air. "Good girl, very good form," Hook praised her in a low, intimate voice. "If I take out your gag, will you promise to be quiet?" Wendy nodded, as she fervently wanted the scratchy, dirty piece of cloth out of her mouth.

Hook withdrew it, and slid his tongue in its place. As he kissed her, he began to delicately spread open the petals of her pussy with his fingers. He slid them into her open hole one at a time, pushing them in and out, stroking her soft pink tunnel. He ended the kiss soon, for Wendy was so excited that she was panting for breath. "Oohhh, Hook!" she moaned.

"Call me James. My mother called me James."

"Oohhh, James! I want you... but I... I love Peter!"

"You'll forget him soon enough," said Hook, sliding his long, curving, slippery cock against Wendy's soft thigh.

It was at that moment that Peter Pan flew through the open window of Hook's private quarters, brandishing his dagger, with a band of liberated Lost Boys behind him and Tink fluttering by his shoulder. "Back off of her, Hook! Wendy is our mother and you can't have her!" cried the dashing young man, holding his dagger to Hook's throat and forcing him into a corner. The Lost Boys untied Wendy and covered her with a sheet. Peter tied Hook into a pretzel using the same rope that had held dear Wendy.

Wendy ran over to Peter and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes wide with lust and adoration. "Peter, you saved me! Oh, Peter, I love you so I shall kiss you, a real kiss!" She kissed him on his lips so passionately that Peter's brave knees buckled. He recovered in a moment, and swept her up into his arms, flying out of the Jolly Roger window while holding her.

Hook whimpered miserably in a corner that night, for it was not until the following morning that his men found him and released him. "That scoundrel filthy boy! I'll cut his throat!" the Captain cursed to himself. But Peter and the others were long gone, soaring through the night sky back to Wendy, Michael, and John's nursery in London. "Oh why are you taking me home, Peter?" Wendy wailed as she nuzzled against his chest.

"So you'll be safe of course, Wendy."

"But Peter! I'll miss you so!"

"Silly girl, no you won't. I've decided to grow up!"

"Grow up!" gasped Wendy and the others in shock.

"That's right! I'm going to grow up!"

That night they safely arrived at the Darling household, where Wendy's parents adopted them all. To this day, the Lost Boys (who have now been found), Michael and John sleep in the nursery, while Peter and Wendy sleep together (without the knowledge of Mrs. and Mr. Darling) in Wendy's grown-up bedroom.

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