Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (highly recommended books .txt) 📕

minutes—Mike had no idea. The river had carried him through a path of its own, the water terminating on both sides at walls. Eventually, a break had come, and he had pulled himself to the safety of the shore.

Lying on his back, Mike stared at the stone ceiling hundreds of feet above him. He had lost track of Beth in the river, her hand slipping out of his. His clothes were soaking wet, and he was chilled all the way to the bone.

Reaching behind his belt, he touched the hilt of the dagger. He sighed, realizing the thing had caused him more problems than anything else. The others had left while he’d gone to get it, and he had had a chance to face the Minotaur but had run instead. Why bother carrying the damn thing if he knew he was never going to use it?

Shivering, Mike stood, glancing back at the river. There was no sign of Beth, and he was worried that she could be seriously hurt. Everyone in the house was in danger now, and he felt powerless to help. Mike stripped off his clothes and stood naked on the cool grass while he attempted to squeeze as much water out of them as possible. Giving his pants a good twist, he was surprised to see the blue stone dangling from its chain. He had stuck it in his pocket, promptly forgetting about it until now.

“Shit,” he muttered, laying it on a rock with the dagger and his shoes. With no sunlight, cold and miserable was going to be the recipe for the rest of his day. Frustrated, he threw his pants at the ground and sat down on a rock. The sensation of cold stone on his scrotum made him jump up, and he swore again.

“The wet man is mad,” a tiny voice said from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Mike knelt by the dagger, his hand hovering over the hilt.

“Cold and wet and miserable,” another voice squeaked.

“But he’s still cute,” a third voice added.

“Show yourself,” Mike said. “Please. I mean you no harm but will fight if I have to.” He couldn’t tell which direction the voices were coming from, and they sounded similar.

“This one’s got fire in his veins.”

“Not like the others.”

“And he’s much cuter.”

“What others?” Mike asked. “Have you seen my friends?”

“The one with one eye?”

“Or the green one?”

“Or the one made of stone?” When the last voice spoke, three colorful balls of light rose from behind the stones around him. One red, one green, and one blue. They circled him, pulsating gently in rhythm with one another.

“Please. Please hold still.” They were making Mike dizzy. “You’ve seen my friends?”

“Oh, for sure!” The three lights landed on one of the bigger stones, flaring brightly to reveal three tiny women. Each one retained their colored aura and stood roughly nine inches tall. Mike puzzled over their nature until he saw the fluttering wings behind their backs.

“Oh. You’re fairies,” he said.

“Indeed we are,” said the red one.

“Oh, so clever,” said the green one.

“Glad to hear he isn’t blind,” added the blue one.

Mike leaned forward for a closer look. The red fairy had the compound eyes of a dragonfly and dark lines down her belly. She spun around as if for his approval, her rear end lighting up like a torch and revealing four translucent wings. The green fairy had wide eyes, a set of mandibles like a grasshopper, and extremely long legs. She took off, her body hovering in place at eye level.

“Like what you see?” she asked, blowing him a kiss, turning sideways.

“Uh…” Mike looked at the last fairy. She had unusually large eyes, and her wings were hidden by a hard blue shell. When she crossed her arms, it pushed her tiny breasts up and out. “Yes,” he said. “You are all quite pretty. What are your names?”

The fairies let out a cheer and took off once more, flying circles around him. Two landed on his shoulders and the blue one on top of his head. They were very light—Mike felt that the tiniest of breezes would dislodge them.

“I’m Olivia,” said the green one.

“I’m Carmina,” said the red one.

“And I’m Cerulea.” The blue one leaned over his forehead, holding on to his hair for support.

At least their names would be easy to keep straight. “I expected fairies to look more…human.”

“You’re thinking of pixies,” Olivia told him. “Pixies are nasty.”

“So nasty,” Carmina added.

“We’re way more fun to play with,” Cerulea told him, smiling in his face.

Mike smiled back, trying not to stare at her tiny blue nipples. “As much as I would like to play, my friends need my help. Do you know where they are? And my other friend who was with me, she fell in the river. I have to know if she is okay.”

“Perhaps.”

“Maybe.”

“We could tell you.” Cerulea’s smile turned mischievous. “If we wanted to.”

“I really need to know. Are they okay?”

The fairies exchanged looks. “For now.”

“So what is it that you want?” Mike asked. “To help me find my friends?”

The three fairies giggled, and Cerulea blushed.

“You have something we’ve wanted for a long time,” Olivia told him.

“Something powerful,” Carmina added.

“Something magic.” Cerulea slipped off his head, her wings fluttering loudly while she hovered before him. “We want to eat your seed.”

“My seed?” Mike asked. The three fairies nodded hungrily, Carmina licking her lips. “You mean my sperm?”

“It gives us powerful magic.”

“Magic to escape this place.”

“Magic to make wishes come true.”

“You’re trapped here too?” Mike asked.

“For a long time.”

“The Minotaur can’t catch us.”

“But we can’t leave.” Cerulea pouted, her eyes expanding adorably. “Will you help us?”

“I…I suppose.” It was a weird request, but not even the strangest thing that had happened to him today. All three fairies glowed like tiny stars, their faces literally lighting up in excitement.

Mike looked around. “Um, where do you want me to go?”

“You can sit if you want!” Olivia told him, and she hovered over the ground, glitter falling from her wings. A tiny mushroom