In hindsight, not watching the pixie dust<i>probably</i>hadn’t made it work any better. At the same time, at least she didn’t have to watch it<i>not</i>work. She could’ve just floated there, hands covering her eyes, until she had proof it didn’t work. Hard, slimy, throbbing proof. She shivered, her whole body tensing, expecting to feel the moth’s blades latching onto her at any moment.<br/><br/>But nothing happened.<br/><br/>She could only hear the soft sound of flapping wings and the sticky sound of Trix struggling against the mushroom. The rest was just the groaning of the trees and the calls of strange creatures all around them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">“Luna!”</span>Trix cried out in relief.<br/><br/>Slowly, Luna peered through her fingers... and regretted it right away. This wasn’t better at all! The moths were all eyeing her glowing naked form and drooling. Their slick cocks throbbed angrily, desperate to stuff her full of glowing green eggs. The pixie dust was driving them mad with desire. Or maybe<i>she</i>was, which was even worse.<br/><br/>But they didn’t move. Even the one filling Trix stopped with an egg almost inside of her. Maybe they were so turned on they couldn’t move? That would be lucky. Or maybe they were paralyzed! That would be great! Or maybe, just maybe, the pixie dust had --<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">“You came to offer yourself to the moths on my behalf!”</span>Trix cried.<span style="color: #ff8000">“That's so kind of you! They’re really forceful as well, you'll have a hard time taking them all! I really do appreciate you doing this for me, don’t think I'm not grateful!”</span><br/><br/><i>What!?</i>Take them all? Her cheeks burned at the thought. Even<i>one</i>would be enough to split her in two! Luna stared at Trix, dumbfounded. She liked Trix, but she wasn’t sure she liked Trix more than she liked not getting bred by stupid moths. She was a bit flattered that Trix thought the moths would be so interested in her that they’d completely ignore another warm, squirming egg-sheath. But it was kind of insulting, too.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">“Uh, uh... quick! Off yourself to them now, Luna! I don't want to be stuffed full of eggs and ruin your martyrdom!”</span>She<i>was</i>awfully close to getting stuffed full of eggs, if the moth started up again.<br/><br/>Luna fluttered up to Trix, glaring at the frozen moth. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to hug her friend or slap her. Off herself to them? What did Trix expect her to do, wiggle her hips and hope they got the message?<span style="color: #006666">“No need for that!” </span>she said hurriedly.<span style="color: #006666"> “I think I confused them or something, so I'll just…”</span>She glanced at that huge, slimy cock and winced.<span style="color: #006666">“...pull that thing out… and get you unstuck from that mushroom… and fly away. Easy. Everyone’s happy. Well, except the moths, I guess.”</span><br/><br/><i>This is the worst plan anyone has ever had.</i><br/><br/>She gently reached for the moth’s ovipositor, trying not to show Trix how terrified she was.<span style="color: #006666">“Nice moth,”</span>she whispered.<span style="color: #006666">“Goooood moth.”</span>She could barely fit her small hands around its hot, throbbing girth. But instead of pulling it out, her hands just glided along the slimy length. She made a face and tried again and again, but it wasn’t any use. It was way too slippery to hold.<i>Did… the egg just move?</i>Her eyes widened as she realised what she was really doing.<br/><br/>She was out of plans if she didn’t want to help fill Trix with eggs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Listen, you,”</span>she said to the moth, resting her slime-covered hands on her hips.<span style="color: #006666">“Your plan’s dumb. I don’t know how it works for moths, but you can’t just kidnap people and shove a bunch of eggs into them, no matter how cute they are.”</span>Her eyes boiled with hot indignation, but she was still blushing furiously.<br/><br/><i>This is your plan? Just keep talking and hope for the best?</i><br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“See Trix?”</span>She pointed at the other fairy.<span style="color: #006666">“You’re hurting her. If you’re going to fill someone with eggs, you should at least have the decency to make sure it feels good. Brute!”</span>Luna folded her arms and glared daggers at the motionless moth.<br/><br/>The moths’ wings beat steadily, but none of them moved an inch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Why aren’t you doing anything, you thorax-breasted... moth!?”</span>she asked, her voice breaking a little. She bit her lip to fight back tears. She was supposed to be the hero. Trix had been so happy! But she couldn’t help. She couldn’t even make them breed her instead of Trix if she’d wanted to. She couldn’t do anything.<br/><br/>Where were the others, anyway? What did a few cats matter when the crew's beautiful and talented dryadi were at risk?<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Make up your minds!”</span>she cried.<span style="color: #006666">“If you want to do something, just do it! Just do <b><i>something!</i></b>”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>