By Faery Tales
faerytales100@protonmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Faery Tales, all rights reserved
[1,833 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
Nudifying Pixie: Sports Fun 2
Emily Tanaka sighs.
She really thought her idea would go over well, but sales are mediocre
at best. Her Midwestern high school’s PTA is sponsoring a large sale to
raise money for various extracurricular activities that have been axed
from the budget. Emily adjusts her glasses and twirls the ends of her
long, black hair.
And she’s not the only one disappointed.
While there are many shoppers there just aren’t that many buyers.
Emily, with the kind donation and help of a wealthy relative, had
photographed the baseball team members and made lenticular baseball
cards for each player. The back of each card has a short sports bio of
each player and several statistics. The front has a head-and-shoulders
shot of the player that morphs into a pose of the player either at home
plate with bat in hand or in his position in the field.
Emily
watches some kids and their parents browse through some of the cards
but move on without buying any. She picks up Alvaro Vázquez’s card.
He’s the cutest boy on the team as far as she’s concerned. He’s in the
11th grade and plays right field most of the time. She takes
a quick look at the statistics on the back but turns it back over to
blissfully sigh over the heartthrob’s profile picture and pose in right
field. He’s so cute in his uniform, she thinks to herself. Of course,
she’s already set one of his cards aside for herself. Back-and-forth
she slightly waves the card to see his adorable smiling face for the
head-and-shoulders shot and to see him in his uniform for the right
field posed shot. Then a shadow comes over her. Emily looks up.
“H, h, hi.” Tammy stutters timidly.
Tammy is a 10th
grader just like Emily and they share a few classes together. Tammy is
quite shy and is in fact blushing a bit as she addresses Emily.
“Hi.” Emily replies. With little hope or enthusiasm, she adds, “Interested in buying a card?”
‘Um, uh, yes, I, uh, am.” Tammy replies.
Emily’s eyes light up a bit. She may actually have a customer.
“Which one would you like?”
Tammy blushes a bit more and a sheepish grin crosses her face.
“Uh, um, Peter Moore’s, please.”
Peter, another 11th
grader, is the main pitcher for the team and a star player. He’s taller
than average for boys his age. Like Alvaro, he’s got a trim, lean frame
with some nice muscle development and tone. Emily flips through the
cards and finds one of Peter. He has a bit of a impish, cheesy grin for
his head-and-shoulders shot and a more serious look for the one of him
on the pitcher’s mound. Emily hands the card to Tammy, gratefully
accepts the money for it, and watches the girl sprint away holding
Peter’s card tight to her chest. Emily is not only glad to have finally
made a sale, but is quite happy that Peter’s card seems to have really
lifted Tammy’s spirits.
Emily looks around but no other takers
come by. For the next few minutes she picks up one card after another
and turns it slightly to watch each player transform from his
head-and-shoulders shot to his uniform pose. They are a gorgeous group
of boys Emily thinks to herself with a big smile. At least this briefly
takes her mind off the lousy sales.
A large commotion causes
Emily to look up from Seth Anderson’s card, the team’s short stop. A
group of girls several yards away about Emily’s age are squealing
loudly with what Emily assumes is sheer delight. She knows most of them
and is surprised to see Tammy in their midst. It’s not so much Tammy’s
location that’s unexpected, but that she seems to be the most animated
of the group.
Suddenly, the whole group rushes Emily’s table.
A stunned Emily is overwhelmed by the calls for multiple cards and the
fists full of money to buy them. She has to move the cards back so that
they’re not damaged by the frenzy. She calls out for the girls to
please get in a single line and to speak coherently. The getting in
line is a battle itself as each girl wants to be first. But some
semblance of order finally occurs with the first girl wanting a copy of
each boy’s card. As much as Emily wants this sale, she knows how
limited her inventory is and does want each girl to be able to get at
least one card. So, she quickly makes up a rule that only three cards
per person. If you want more, get back in line. The first girl is a bit
distraught at this rule (as are the rest) but quickly asks for Peter’s
card and two others. When Emily hands her the cards, the girl’s eyes
light up like nothing Emily has seen before. This seems to be true with
each girl who approaches Emily’s booth. And many DO get back into line.
Emily has to briefly close her table down over the protests of the many
girls still in line. She explains she needs to get more cards out of
their boxes and to please wait patiently.
“What has come over them?” Emily thinks to herself as she gets into the back of the van.
Her parents’ van is parked a few yards behind her table filled with
several boxes of the baseball cards that up until now Emily began to
think she’d be taking back with her. She loves that they are selling
but just can’t make out the sudden interest. In fact, she remembers
that a few of those girls had been by earlier. They had wanted a card
or two, but didn’t want to pay what Emily is charging. Now Emily
believes she could double the price and the girls would snatch them up.
But why?
Dezbraca knows why. She had happened upon today’s
mega-sale event spending most of her time drooling over Emily’s
baseball cards. The pixie watched over Emily’s shoulder each time the
girl went through the pile while awaiting a customer. When Tammy came
and bought Peter Moore’s card, Dezbraca had a thought. She’d followed
Tammy and watched her move the card back and forth between Peter’s head
shot and his pose on the mound. He does look good in the uniform, the
pixie admits. He’d look even better…
Dezbraca’s eyes lit up.
She weaved her spell on Tammy’s Peter Moore card. Tammy had been
salivating over Peter’s head shot. She moved the card. She stood stock
still with mouth wide open. “No way!” she thought to herself. She moved
it back to his smiling face. Then back to his pose on the mound. Yes,
Peter was stark naked! Same pose…no clothes…stark naked! Another girl
passing by just happened to see the star pitcher standing on the mound
without his uniform or any other clothing on! She’s the one that
started the squealing as Tammy had still been too stunned at both the
shock and magnificence of seeing hunky Peter Moore completely naked!
And Dezbraca’s spell didn’t end there. She made it so a third move of
the card showed Peter naked from the back as well so they got a good
look at his gorgeous muscular butt. The other girl, Simone Jackson, had
called over the other girls whose eyes all opened wide in surprise and
sheer ecstasy! Upon finding out where Tammy got her card, that is when
the rush happened. Dezbraca had hurried over and cast her spell on the
other cards and the ones in the van moments before the throng descended
upon Emily’s table. The pixie made the alteration in between Emily
looking at Seth Anderson’s card and when her attention had been taking
away from it to the noisy crowd headed her way so that Emily did not
know yet what had drawn the girls to her table.
Emily slides
out a box and opens it still in wonder at the squealing girls back at
her table. How can they have suddenly gotten so excited over something
that just moments before they…
Emily stopped. She had opened the box and pulled out Mark Bhatt’s card. Mark, a 10th
grader whose parents had come over from India before he was born, is
the team’s catcher. Emily had just moved his card to change it from his
head shot to him crouching down at home plate. Her eyes opened wider
than what probably would normally be considered possible. When she had
done this to his card before, he had been crouching down while wearing
his baseball uniform. With her jaw dropping down she still sees him
crouching at home plate but without ANYTHING on, not even his glove,
cleats, or mask. Mark is crouching down stark naked with nothing left
to the imagination! And with a bump by Dezbraca, Emily’s hand moves the
card a bit more and there’s Mark shown completely naked from the back
view.
Emily gasps. She didn’t make the cards like this. So
how…? Before she finishes that thought, she looks around a bit. Feeling
slightly guilty, she pulls out her saved Alvaro Vázquez’s card. She
studies his head shot taken in, as usual, by his piercing green eyes
and charming smile. His wavy dark brown hair is tamed under his ball
cap. She slowly moves the card. She gasps. She smiles broadly yet
blushes at her naughty thoughts. Yes, Alvaro is posing in right field
stark naked. Dezbraca bumps Emily’s hand and now the Emily sees him
naked from the back. In seconds, Emily has moved Alvaro back-and-forth
multiple times to see him naked from both sides. Her heart is pounding.
Another commotion captures Emily’s attention as the girls end any
patience they have. Emily quickly puts Alvaro’s card in a safe place as
the girls storm her position. Emily is briefly torn between her sense
of duty to stop the sales and spare the boys the embarrassment these
cards will most likely cause them and her desire to not only have lots
of sales, but to make these girls’ day as well as her own. Sales sky
rocket and Emily is able to later convince those investigating the
incident that she has no idea how the cards got that way…which is true.
Dezbraca giggles as she watches the hordes of girls buying up as many
baseball cards as possible and flicking them back-and-forth between the
naked front and back sides. When they find out, the boys protest but
not much can be done as each girl has taken great pains to hide her
collection and only bring them out when it’s safe.
At the next
baseball game you can see many of the girls covertly bringing out a
card as her favorite player either takes to the field or is at bat. The
girls have never enjoyed the game of baseball like they do now!
The End