ROUGH DRAFT Coye Vol 2 Ch 10 (Patreon)

I know I keep saying this but this one is even rougher lol. It gets the point across I think, that Shayla is having some doubts and inner conflict, but I need to polish it a whole lot.

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Shayla was disappointed. Unlike when she and Coye were sleeping at the Guild, tonight, she was able to fly about the place and do as she pleased. She wanted to get into all sorts of hijinks and mess with Suzette’s belongings, but there just weren’t any fun opportunities.

When looking through Suzette’s wardrobe and her closet, all she found were dresses similar to the one she wore today. She didn’t have any fun pieces of lingerie, and the deeper in the closet she went the worse it got. In the back were some really ugly clothes, sweaters and obscenely long skirts that hardly showed any skin at all. At least they looked like they hadn’t been worn in a long time.

In her wardrobe were a bunch of boring bras and panties that revolted Shayla to look upon. ‘How come this chick’s got such nice dresses but skimped on everything else? Maybe she didn’t ever think she’d pull off seducing Coye, so she hadn’t thought that far ahead...’

Shayla didn’t know Suzette’s circumstances, but from context clues, she was able to piece together a fair bit. Probably more than Coye, in his ever-lasting denseness, had caught on to.

The Pixie presumed that Suzette had a very unhappy marriage with almost no sex, and that she likely broke out of her shell to some degree after her husband’s death. Also, there seemed to be some darker undertones to that whole deal than Shayla felt comfortable with.

Having sex with Coye wasn’t just a casual affair for her, either, it meant something and she was a little desperate to continue seeing him, Shayla thought.

Not that she was going to hold it against her. Better the item shop milf than the Guild bitch.

Once she was done looking through all of Suzette’s clothes, Shayla managed to conceive one fun prank after all. She snapped her fingers and adjusted the bust sizes on some of her dresses so that they would be just a little tighter.

Not all of them, just around half. That way, Suzette be more confused over why some fit and some didn’t.

It didnt fully scratch her itch to stir up trouble, but it made Shayla snicker all the same.

‘If nothing else, Coye will appreciate it...’ She smiled at the thought and looked back at the boy sleeping on the bed.

Shayla couldn’t see his face on account of it being buried in tits, but she assumed he looked very pleased with himself.

Beyond her own personal feelings, she was glad that this plan had worked. It wasn’t a very good plan. There was no way of knowing if having sex with someone his own size would help or not, but it seemed like it did.

‘Guess we’ll know for sure whether or not it actually helped when he wakes up in the morning...’ she sighed.

She continued to watch the sleeping lovers longer than she intended before deciding she had enough of her partner cuddling with someone his own size.

‘Not like I’m jealous, or nothing,’ she told herself as she fluttered out the room after opening the door with her magic.

To distract herself, Shayla spent a few hours indulging her curiosity and going through every corner of Suzette’s house.

She was careful, making sure she didn’t leave any evidence of her illicit activities, but she was also very thorough.

The only noteworthy feature in the living room as the bookshelf, which Shayla looked through. No one ever sat her down to learn how to read, but as a magical creature, it was just something Shayla could innately do.

What she found was an eclectic mix of cheap romance novels, self-help books, along with a few odd titles that stood out. ‘The fuck?’ Shayla asked herself as she squinted her eyes and re-evaluated the books. ‘Worst Murderesses of Karnalle’s History? An Alchemist’s Guide to Beginner Poisons? He Had it Coming?’

She shook her head and slumped her shoulders. ‘I mean, I kinda figured, but... you don’t have to be so obvious about it, girl.’

Shayla decided that this was none of her business and that unless it seemed she would have to protect Coye, she would keep this potential secret to herself.

It helped that she could feel Suzette’s emotions and that there wasn’t a hint of hostility or darkness aimed at the boy, but still.

She left the bookshelf behind and with it, the living room.

After looking through a couple of stray closets, none of which had any literal or metaphorical skeletons hiding within, Shayla came to the kitchen. She wasn’t hungry yet but took stock of what she could nip from Suzette while she wasn’t looking.

As she poked her nose around in the pantry, Shayla had a life or death encounter with an unexpected contraption. She was floating around when her foot kicked a piece of cheese off of a small wooden platform. A loud clacking sound rang out and she only barely managed to bring her leg out of harm’s way before it was too late.

“GAH- what the fuck?!” Shayla cursed aloud, startled and afraid. “What even is this stupid thing...?!”

Upon closer inspection, she realized it resembled the different traps humans set up in the woods. Given its size, Suzette obviously wasn’t looking to catch dinner with the thing, so Shayla correctly guessed that it was for eliminating pests.

This realization came with great annoyance.

‘So, just cause I’m small, I’m a pest, am I...?’ Her anger boiled over, and she felt the sudden urge to act out.

It wouldn’t be hard for her to spoil some of the food in the pantry, or to create a little explosion or two, but she knew that would just ruin Coye’s mood the next morning.

She reclined against a bag of preserved jerky and crossed her arms.

Feeling depressed, Shayla remembered why she left the Gnarled Woods and considered if things were really so different now that she got what she wanted.

If she looked at it pessimistically, all the Pixie did was leave one world that didn’t want her for one that was equally hostile. Not exactly uplifting, but Shayla wasn’t one to dwell on negatives any longer than she had to.

Nothing else mattered as long as she wasn’t alone anymore.

This stress was wearing down Shayla and increasing her appetite. There were lots of choices in this pantry alone, but her encounter with the mousetrap had left her itching for a little payback.

She fluttered off to the store and perused the shelves, looking for anything that caught her interest.

Much to her satisfaction, Shayla discovered that the widow sold a wide variety of candy. While she didn’t know what they were at first, her nose pointed her in the direction of sugar and she let her impulses guide her the rest of the way.

Without Coye there to reign her in, Shayla was unstoppable.

Shayla unwrapped bars of chocolate, nibbled from licorice, and tore into anything else that she could get her hands on. Devouring the sugar put her into a frenzy, which only sped up her rampant consumption.

Once the crash hit, it hit hard.

Shayla’s belly was bulging, her mouth covered in chocolate and glittery sugar as she retched and vomited over a peppermint she was cradling in both hands. This unsteadied her feet, and the girl fell off of the shelf she was standing on.

“Oh, fuck-!” She shouted. A fall from this height wouldn’t be good news for her little body, and her wings struggled to carry her engorged weight.

Summoning up all the focus she could from her sugar-crash devastated mind, she magicked away all her extra weight like she did whenever Coye filled her up. It was just in time, too, Shayla barely managed to fly away from the ground at the last second.

She still fell over on the ground, though it was on her own terms.

Shayla retched for a second time, but did not cover the floor in Pixie puke this time around. ‘Fucking damn it,’ she thought to herself, before leaping to an absurd conclusion. ‘This is all Coye’s fault. I stop him from doing stupid shit, and he’s supposed to be doing the same for me! Instead, he’s all cozied up safe between a pair of knockers. Hmph!’

She let a few seconds pass before she laughed at herself, shaking her head. “Man, I’m a fucking wreck.”

Shayla wasn’t that upset, not really, but you think a lot of weird things when you’re on the wrong side of a sugar rush. If anything, her little escapade taught Shayla one thing.

For better or worse, she was just as reliant on Coye as he was with her, no matter how much she liked to pretend otherwise.

Rather than feeling shackled, this realization only doubled her conviction. Shayla stood up, wiped her mouth free of chocolate and spittle, and thought to herself, ‘Well, whatever. I’m just gonna work twice as hard to make sure he appreciates me just as much as the creepy widow, his bitchy boss, or any other chick he ends up hooking up with!’

Clenching her fist, she jumped into the sky and flew a few inches before taking a nosedive and throwing up all over again. Shayla sat there in her shame before making a successful attempt to take flight.

With an upset stomach and a conviction to make her boy happy, she was about to return to the bedroom when she thought of an idea that might make him happy. She flew over to the display where all those cards were and nicked one, figuring it’s not like Suzette would notice a single one missing.

‘He was trying to pretend he wasn’t interested in these things, so... might as well sneak him a third one since I tried to talk him out of it.’ Shayla was pleased with her work, and on her way back to the bedroom she stopped in the living room to tuck her present into his pocket next to the two unopened packs Suzette had gifted him.

After that, she took off and re-entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

the Pixie returned to the bedroom and found that Coye had rolled over in his sleep and his face was free from the valley of cleavage. He was smiling harder than she’d ever seen him, lost in the bliss of absolute rest.

‘Geez,’ Shayla didn’t even feel jealous at that moment, all she could feel was happiness that he was so at peace.

After ensuring Suzette was asleep, Shayla was compelled to float over to him and have a closer look. The beautiful widow turned over to cuddle Coye, giving the Pixie a close call, but she remained fast asleep as far as she could tell.

She stood on top of the blankets as she leaned in closer to Coye’s innocent face, the blue light emitted by her magical body bringing a dreamlike quality to him.

Shayla used a hushed whisper to tell him, “Nice work today, big guy,” and leaned in to give him a tiny kiss on his lips.

Coye smiled wider unknowingly at the affection, mumbling, “Shayla...” unexpectedly.

“Wha-”

This took her off guard and brought out redness to her cheeks, but she couldn’t handle how it made her feel at the moment. It was getting late, and she was still suffering the fallout of her sugar rush.

“Geez, don’t just surprise a girl like that...” She muttered, shaking her head and smiling.

Shayla sighed and fluttered off to Coye’s hat, magicked herself a nest of pillows and a blanket, and went to sleep. Just like Coye, it was the most peaceful sleep she’d had since they met, mostly thanks to the fact that she was getting a chance to let her overworked Pixie slit rest. If nothing else, Shayla was grateful for that.