Barbie Fairytopia Fairy Novels & Stories

Her eyes were now riveted to the floor and I could feel anxiety crashing off her in waves. “It’s okay to call me Silk. That’s actually the name of my sprite spirit. So it’s still part of me.” I offered her a kind smile, “What are you curious about?” “I just. Why me? I’ve never been anyone or anything of note, nothing particularly special. I’m just a fairy that went to school with you.” Her face was super serious and I could barely keep my giggles to myself.

I was tired of it, grabbing him from behind to wrap my arm around his neck, ready to dig my knife in. “Help! Please help me!” My head pushed up, eyes looking forward as his words seemed directed to someone. It was then that my eyes fell on the most beautiful fairy I had ever seen. The light from the road made a halo behind her while her little green fairy dress sparkled and made her twinkle like a little star. But that was the thing, she wasn’t little at all. No, this woman was thick, curvy, and very much fat. Her thighs were large, her hips had no bounds, and waist wide with a belly sticking out. But her breasts were barely holding in on that tiny dress.

Calling out each character, I scrolled through until I found one that I liked. “Hobbit, Demon Slayer, Hunter, Angel, Elf, Fairy…” I stopped listing them as I froze on the fairy. Clicking the fairy, I smiled as I was transformed into a fairy. A mirror appeared in front of me, so I could see what I looked like. My hair was long and platinum blonde. My eyes were silver, with silver gems under my eyes and along my cheekbones. With a pair of beautiful silver wings on my back. I was about two inches shorter in the game than I was in real life, standing five foot nothing.

When they got to the fairies, the twelve or so that were gathered parted to reveal their beautiful queen. She was slightly taller than the rest, with rainbow colour wings, and a golden crown on top of her blonde head. The only thing anyone could find odd about the fairy queen was that her features seem to be ever changing. It was as if her face kept shifting, each one being more beautiful than the other. She gave a sweet smile, "there the proud and expecting parents are." She lowered her head slightly. "We brought an offering for both mother a child." She said, waving a hand after, her subjects brought forward a colourful crib.

With everyone happy like that, Mera and I finally taken off our masks surprising everyone we know. “What is our Cinderella doing here alone?” I turn to see Henry looking at me while holding my cute nephew in his arm. “Don’t call me that, I am not a stupid week woman who waits for a prince to save her. I hate fairy tales?” I said making him laugh as he rocks his son and looks at me. “Okay, of course, you are not. You are one hell of a warrior. I hope this little one will grow up like his brave aunt.” he said looking at the crying baby in his hand.