Barbie O’Gill and the Not So Little People
Barbie O’Gill was walking down the street when she heard something. The blond stopped when she heard whatever it was and when she stopped, the sound whatever it was went away.
She paused and listened but whatever it was didn’t happen again. Finally, Barbie shrugged and she was about to continue on when she thought she heard the noise again. It was coming from the vacant field that she’d been about to pass by. Maybe it was an animal or something.
Then again, maybe it was something worse.
“Is someone out there,” Barbie called out.
Again, the noise, whatever it was, stopped, but this time, Barbie wasn’t going to be so easily put off this time. There was something out there, she was sure of it.
It was just a vacant field, she told herself and yet ...
“I know you’re out there,” she said.
No sound and then ... something.
“All right, if you’re not going to show yourself, I guess I’m just going to have to come find you,” and with that, she stepped onto the field.
The noise ceased if only for a moment and then it was back again and did it really sound more frantic now to Barbie’s ears.
Whatever the case, the fact that it was sounding more frantic made it easier to track and step by step, Barbie got closer and closer until ...
Until she came face to face with a woman ... or at least that’s the way it seemed to her only the woman was incredibly small.
She stood no taller than a foot in height if that. Her long, flowing hair was a rich, auburn color and her eyes blazed back at Barbie with a yellowish hue. Her breasts most likely would have seemed big, Barbie thought, or at least maybe they would have seemed that way if she was anything close to a normal height. Then again, maybe her breasts would have seemed tight no matter how big she was. After all, the outfit she was wearing which happened to be all green seemed to be barely able to keep her breasts penned up. Indeed, it seemed almost as of her breasts were almost in a continuous state of threatening to unleash themselves on the world at any moment.
“What are you looking at?” the pint-sized woman sneered.
“Me? I’m looking at you.”
“What? You mean to tell me you haven’t ever seen a leprechaun before?”
“A leprechaun? No, it can’t be. You can’t be ... you can’t be—”
“Go on. You can say it.”
Barbie still found it hard to say it. Oh, the size was certainly right as were the clothes but every picture she’d ever seen had always shown leprechauns as men, as old men actually, and this girl with the auburn hair, she most definitely was not a man nor was she old.
“That’s right, honey. I’m a leprechaun.”
“But I’ve never seen a leprechaun before.”
“Yeah and if it wasn’t for this stupid wire, you wouldn’t have seen one this time either.”
It was only then that Barbie saw the piece of barbed wire that had neatly caught the leprechaun. The wire was attached to an old rusted post that was nearly completely bent over but what with the way the wire had snagged the leprechaun’s clothing, there was no way that she could free herself from the trap she was in.
“Let me guess. Right about now, you’re probably thinking that you’d like to get some free wishes.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, you know. You capture a leprechaun and you get three wishes. That kind of thing. Well you can forget all about that. I’m not going to do it.”
“Hey, wait a minute. Aren’t those the rules? Don’t you have to give me the three wishes?”
“They’re really more of guidelines actually.”
“You know what? I don’t believe you. I think they’re nothing of the sort. I think you do have to give me the three wishes and I think you’re just trying to talk your way out of it but you know if that’s the way you want to play it, I know what we can do.”
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Just taking a few pictures with my phone here. Gee, I wonder how much money the newspaper will give me for pictures of a real, live leprechaun.”
“Hey, now,” a suddenly more contrite leprechaun said. “You don’t want to do anything hasty here.”
“It’s like you said. If you can’t do wishes, hey what can I do. A girl’s got look out for herself. You know what I mean?”
“Maybe I could do a wish or two.”
“No way. I want three wishes.”
“Three?! Come on.”
“It’s three or else.”
“Come on.”
“No way. I want three.”
“Fine. You drive a hard bargain but three it is but first you’ve got to get me loose from this, okay?”
“You’re going to give me the three wishes?”
“I said I would.”
“All right then,” Barbie said and she unhooked the buxom leprechaun from the wire that had held her tight. “You better not be lying to me because if you are, I’ve still got these,” Barbie said as she held up her phone.
“I’m not lying so what do you want?”
“Hmm?”
“For your first wish. What do you want?”
“Oh. Yeah, um, let me think. Oh hey, I know. I’ve got this boyfriend. I like him but sometimes he doesn’t pay attention to me at all. I wish my boyfriend was more attentive to me.”
The leprechaun girl snapped her fingers. “Done and done,” she said and with a second snap of her fingers, she was gone.
“Hey,” Barbie called out. “Hey. Where’d you go?”
There was of course no answer.
Barbie couldn’t help but growl to herself. Stupid leprechaun, the blond told herself. Well fuck, if she was going to try and run off like that without paying what she owed, well there was something that Barbie could do about that but even before she could think of what she was going to do next, her phone chirped at her. She looked at the phone. It was her boyfriend, Brian.
“Yes?”
“Hey, Babe. Whatcha doin’?”
“I’m over on Centre Street.”
“Whatcha doin’ over there?”
“I was just picking some stuff up at the bakery before I headed on home.”
“That’s cool. Hey, I was wondering. You want to go out and get a bite to eat?”
“Where?”
“I was thinking about Adagios.”
“Bri, you know that place. That’s expensive.”
“Yeah, I know but you’re worth it so how about it. You want to go?”
“Sure, Brian. I’d love to go.”
“Cool. How about I pick you up tonight at six thirty.”
“I’ll be ready.”
True to her word, Barbie was ready when Brian came by to pick her up. Sure, she’d had to race home to get ready and then she’d had to figure out what she was going to wear. She wished Brian had given her more warning because maybe then she could have gone shopping but the truth was she was just happy they were going out at all.
And then he was there. “Wow,” he said when she opened the door. “Would you look at you.”
“You like?”
“Oh yeah, I like.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
Dinner had been fun. They’d had a great time and then after dinner, they’d taken a walk and they’d gone and gotten some ice cream.
It was amazing. Brian was certainly more attentive than he’d been in a long time.
And then Brian had brought her home. “I had a great time,” Barbie said.
“You know, it doesn’t have to end.”
“What?”
“You heard me. It doesn’t have to end.”
“What?”
“You heard me. It doesn’t have to end. In fact, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you all night long.”
Barbie wasn’t sure what to say to that.
Brian stroked a hand over Barbie’s arm. “What do you say to that?” he asked.
Barbie suddenly felt weak and unsure of herself. She wasn’t sure why. She just did.
“What do you say to that?” Brian asked again. “You know I like this dress but you know what I like even better about it?”
“W-what?”
“I like this,” and with that, Brian slipped one of the straps off her shoulders.
Barbie couldn’t help but stand there.
“Maybe we should take this other strap off.”
Barbie couldn’t do anything more than stand there as her boyfriend slipped the other strap off of her shoulder. She knew what was going to happen next.
His hands were cupping her breasts now. “I think you’re a bit overdressed. What say we take this off of you.”
Barbie couldn’t help but whimper as her boyfriend pulled her dress down.
“I love these,” Brian said as his hands once more cupped her breasts. “I always have. What say we let them loose?”
Barbie seemed powerless to resist as her boyfriend took off her bra and then once more his hands were on her breasts.
“I told you I liked these.”
Barbie at least could nod now but that was all she could do.
Brian now eased her dress even lower. Down around her waist and then past her hips and then on down even further until the dress was lying at her feet.
“That’s better,” Brian said.
Barbie just stood there.
Her boyfriend’s hands seemed to caress her body until finally he was caressing her bottom through her panties. “What say we take these off?” he asked.
“I ... I—”
“I think we should,” and that was all Brian had to say before he was sliding her panties down her legs.
“There now. That’s better.”
They’d fucked and then they’d fucked again.
The next day, Barbie was back out at the vacant lot during her lunch hour looking for the leprechaun again. She was already berating herself for not somehow arranging a way to meet the leprechaun woman again. Heck, for that matter, she didn’t even know the woman’s name.
“Hey,” she hissed. “Hey, where are you?”
There was of course no answer and Barbie could feel herself getting madder and madder.
“Hey,” she again called out in a hushed whisper. “Hey you, where are you?”
Still, there was no answer.
Barbie couldn’t help but feel more and more incensed. She knew she had to look like a stupid idiot standing out here like this but she just couldn’t help herself. “Hey,” she called out a little more loudly. “Hey!”
Still no answer.
Now, she was just pissed. “Hey,” she shouted. “Hey, you. Come here right now!”
“Geez. Would you keep it down. People are going to see you.”
Barbie whirled to find the leprechaun woman standing behind her. “Where were you?” she hissed. “I was calling you.”
“I heard you.”
“Then why didn’t you come.”
“That wasn’t part of our agreement.”
“But—”
“Our agreement was that I was to provide three wishes. Our agreement said nothing about me being available on demand but I’m here now. What do you want?”
“It’s about my first wish,” Barbie said.
“What about it?”
“I want you to take it back.”
“Sorry, I can’t do that.”
“But—”
The leprechaun gal just shook her head. “Can’t do it,” she said. “Even if you made that your second wish, I couldn’t do it. It’s against the rules.”
“Oh.”
“Why? What’s the matter, Honey?”
“Who said anything was the matter?”
The leprechaun gal just looked at Barbie until finally Barbie couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay, fine,” Barbie blurted out. “There is a problem.”
“Yes?”
“It’s my boyfriend, Brian. He can’t seem to keep his hands off of me.”
“Well you did say you wanted him to be more attentive.”
“I didn’t mean like that.”
“You didn’t mean it like what?”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean I wanted him to keep groping me. Do you know what we did last night?”
“What?”
“We made out. We had sex. That’s what we did.”
“Ooh, sounds like fun.”
“No, no, no. You’re just not getting it. That’s not what I wanted.”
“I still don’t see what the problem is unless of course you’re just not very good at sex.”
“What?! No, that’s not the point. I’m just fine at sex.”
“Hey, you don’t have to get mad at me. You’re the one who brought it up but then I suppose I could see where maybe you might need a few pointers.”
“What?!”
“Yep. A hot girl like you all uptight over sex. There’s got to be something wrong there if you ask me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Of course not,” the leprechaun said. “You know me. I didn’t mean nothing by it.”
Of course, that was just the problem, Barbie realized. She didn’t really know the leprechaun at all and maybe it might have been easier to believe her if she hadn’t sounded so smug about it but the way she sounded, it just sounded like she knew something that Barbie didn’t. “Fuck you.”
“What?”
“I don’t like your attitude.”
“I suppose that’s understandable.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The leprechaun just chuckled. “You humans. You’re all alike. You all think that just because you do it, you must be good at sex. That’s like saying that everyone who drives a car is a good driver. Heck, I’m a leprechaun. I don’t have a license to operate a car and even I know that’s not true but you humans, you think you’re good drivers and you also think you’re good at sex.”
“Hey.”
“You humans. You don’t really know what good sex is. Not really, you don’t. You think you do but you don’t.”
“Yeah, says you.”
“Yeah, says me but don’t you worry. It’s not a big deal. You’ll never miss what you never knew you could have had so really, it’s not that big a deal.”
Barbie couldn’t help but chew on that. As far as she was concerned, sex was good. Okay, it wasn’t like it was great. It wasn’t like she wanted it all the time like some boys seemed to want it but geez, it wasn’t like she didn’t like it. Sex was fine.
But maybe that was the problem. Maybe sex was only fine. Maybe sex could be better and if it could be better, maybe she was missing out on something. She didn’t like feeling like she was missing out on something.
“You wanted to see me,” the leprechaun reminded her.
Yeah, that was right, Barbie remembered. It was about Brian. She’d wished he’d be more attentive and he now was but what she’d thought she was going to get was someone who was more attentive to her needs. Now, it was almost like he was more attentive to his own needs.
“Well?”
Barbie couldn’t help but inwardly growl. She felt like she was missing something and she didn’t like feeling like she was missing something.
“Well,” the leprechaun asked again.
There was a way to fix the problem, Barbie thought to herself. That is, there was a way, if she really wanted to fix it.
“Well,” the leprechaun asked yet again.
“I wish I was really great at sex.”
The leprechaun girl snapped her fingers. “Done and done,” she said and with a second snap of her fingers, she was gone.
Barbie hated it when the leprechaun girl did that. The least the girl could do was stick around long enough to say she was leaving rather than just clicking her fingers and disappearing and it was only then that she realized what she’d done. She’d just used her second wish and she couldn’t help it feel like she’d been tricked into doing it.
But almost as quickly, she realized there was something else that was just as important, another thought that seemed to drive all other thoughts away.
God, she was horny. She was so fucking horny.
She couldn’t wait to get a cock in her tight, little pussy and the more she thought about that, the hotter she got. A cock in her pussy. God, it didn’t get any better than that.
Brian could help her out with that. Oh man, could he help her out. She couldn’t wait to punch his number into her phone.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Hey, Bri, it’s Barbie.”
“I know. I saw your number.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my place tonight.”
“Yeah and do what?”
“I was thinking maybe we could pick up with where we left things last night.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Unless of course you don’t want to do it but I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”
“No, no. I want to do it. I just thought ... you know, from what you said ... I just thought—”
“Brian, I’m horny. I need to get fucked right NOW. Don’t you want to fuck me?”
That was all it took to wipe out any reservations that Brian might have had. “I’m game,” he said. “When do you want me there?”
“I get off work at five but I’m usually not out of the office until later than that. Can we maybe do six.”
“Anxious, aren’t we?”
“I told you, Bri. I’m horny. Can we do it then?”
“Yeah, sure.”
She made it back to her desk with moments to spare but that whole afternoon seemed to drag on and on and on. Her pussy was hot and wet and it was such a drag that she had to sit there when all she wanted was to get some guy to stick his dick in her pussy.
Finally though, five o’clock rolled around and despite what she’d told Brian before, she was out of there in a matter of minutes and true to his word, Brian was there at the appointed time. “I brought Chinese,” he said as he held up a bag.
“Did you get me some pot stickers?”
Brian grinned. “You know me, Babe. I know what you like.”
“Maybe you do and maybe you don’t. Actually, to tell the truth, I’ve changed my mind. Instead of pot stickers, I think I’ve got a hankering for twat stickers right now.”
“W-what?”
Barbie couldn’t believe she was doing what she was doing right now. She certainly hadn’t meant to do it before but as soon as Brian had arrived ... mmm, there was just something about him, something that was so totally turning her on. She ran a hand over the front of his pants and she could feel how hard he was for her.
“Babe?”
Enough talking. Too much talking actually. Barbie unbuckled her man’s belt and then she was taking down his pants.
“Babe?”
Mmm, so hard. She loved the feel of him as she stroked his cock. In fact ...
“Babe.”
She’d dropped to her knees. She’d told herself she was never going to do this but suddenly, it just seemed so right. She opened her mouth and she took him in.
“Oh fuck, Babe.”
At least he wasn’t questioning what she was doing anymore. Fuck, this was good. Fuck, she loved sucking cock.
And so did he if his groans were any indication.
She could make him cum, Barbie realized. She could make him cum in her mouth and suddenly she knew, that was exactly what she wanted.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned.
Oh geez. He was close now. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit ...
“Oh fuck!”
Oh my God. He was actually doing it. He was cumming in her mouth and it felt so fucking good. She loved it. She loved the taste of cum in her mouth.
But she had to keep sucking. She needed to keep him hard. She needed to get his cock between her legs.
Dinner was long forgotten as Barbie and her man moved the few feet to the couch and it wasn’t long before the both of them were naked.
Barbie pushed her man onto the couch and then she moved in on top of him and her hand reached between her legs and took hold of his dick. She stroked him. Still hard. Still wet. Still nice and thick. Fuck, she couldn’t wait to get that inside her.
She moved in and then she pressed her pussy onto the head of his cock. He wasn’t really in her yet but he would be soon. His eyes looked up at her hungrily even as his hands held her waist.
She really couldn’t find it in herself to tease his cock all that long. After all, her pussy needed that cock. Her pussy needed it bad.
They both groaned as Barbie pushed herself even further down onto Brian’s cock. There was no doubt what they both wanted.
And then Barbie was rocking her pussy on that cock. Mmm,that cock felt so right but then almost any cock would feel right. It was just that her pussy was so needy.
Mmm, but it was this cock she had right now and Brian was so close. “Bri?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
She asked the question she already knew the answer to. “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Oh yeah, Babe.”
“Good. I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
Her boyfriend groaned and then he was doing it. Damn, that was hot but they weren’t done yet. She was going to have to keep him going so he could fuck her all night long.
The next day, Barbie was once more in the vacant lot. “Hey,” she called out repeatedly not even knowing if the leprechaun girl would respond. “Hey, I’m here. Hey, where are you?”
No answer and Barbie wasn’t sure if she’d even expected an answer. It was, as the leprechaun said, not actually part of the deal. The leprechaun wasn’t required to show up.
“Hey, I’m here.”
“I heard you the first time.”
Barbie whirled around to find the leprechaun standing behind her. She couldn’t help but think that it was a wonder that leprechauns ever got caught at all if they were as stealthy as all that.
“What’d you want?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“Yeah, what about?”
“I had a great night of sex last night,” Barbie said proudly.
“Yeah, and?”
It wasn’t until that very moment that the bubble burst. Barbie had been so keen on showing off just how well she’d done that she hadn’t thought about the other part but she was thinking about it now. “I was such a total slut.”
“A leprechaun girl would never say that.”
“Why? I thought you said leprechauns loved sex.”
“We do. We just wouldn’t say what you said.”
“Why not?”
“Because it goes without saying. Because in your mind, being a slut is a bad thing.”
“And you think it isn’t?”
“I’m a leprechaun. My pussy is tiny. Just about anything you stick in there is going to feel big to me but I can take the biggest cocks around. I can and I have taken cocks that were bigger than my entire body because my pussy is magical. Even if the rest of my body doesn’t change one bit, my pussy can take any cock and yet it remains just as quiveringly tight as it is right now. With a pussy like that, I live for sex. Saying I’m a slut would be like saying the sky is blue. It would be more amazing to me if I wasn’t a slut.”
“Wow!”
“You humans though. You make it out as if being a slut is a bad thing. You try to get all moralistic about it when what you should be doing is just enjoying the moment.”
“But ...but—”
“But what?”
“Don’t you get married? Don’t you have a guy? What would he think?”
“You’re the one who’s over-thinking this. If you had a guy as you put it, wouldn’t he want what was best for you?”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what? You’re so hung up in your morals that you can’t see the forest through the trees. Sometimes, I really do feel sorry for you humans.”
“We do just fine,” Barbie grumped.
“Yes, I know, but if you could just see things the way we see them, maybe then you’d understand. Sometimes, I wish you could be more like us because then you’d understand.”
“I wish I was more like you, too.”
The leprechaun girl snapped her fingers. “Done and done,” she said only this time, she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to go dashing off.
Barbie didn’t notice it right at first but when she did, she couldn’t help but blink at what she was seeing. The leprechaun girl was getting taller.
No, even that wasn’t it. It wasn’t just that the other girl was getting taller. It was that she was getting smaller. “What’s happening to me?” she cried out.
Still, the other girl said nothing. She just smiled as whatever it was that was happening continued to happen.
They were almost the same height now, both standing around three feet tall and the change in height wasn’t the only change that was happening. As Barbie watched, she could see the other girl’s hair getting lighter and her bust getting smaller and her clothes ... even her clothes were changing.
What the heck was happening?!
The other girl just smiled at her as their roles reversed. Now instead of looking down at the other girl, she found herself looking up at her instead and now instead of the flowing auburn hair, the other girl’s hair was short and blond and very familiar. It should look familiar, Barbie realized. It was exactly the way she wore her own hair.
And the same was true of her clothes. The same jeans and the same top that she’d put on that morning. That was what the other girl was wearing now.
And now that she thought about it, she realized it wasn’t what she was wearing now. After all, how could it be. The clothes she’d put on this morning would be like wrapping herself in bed sheets but it was more than that. Even without looking at herself, she knew she had long, flowing auburn hair and yellow eyes and big breasts which were only just barely confined in her outfit of green.
“You realize how things are, don’t you?” The other girl said and Barbie couldn’t help but nod.
The other girl went on almost as if she hadn’t responded.
“Leprechaun girls are built for sex. They want it and they want it all the time. I used to be that way but somewhere along the way, I figured it out that there had to be something more but the only way a leprechaun girl can get out of being who she is if she can get someone else to take her place.”
The girl who had at one time called herself Barbie O’Gill nodded. Barbie wasn’t her name anymore. He knew that.
“You know, there’s a reason you humans don’t see leprechauns all that much and it’s not because we’re in hiding or anything like that. The truth is the reason you don’t see us is because we’re too busy fucking.”
Fucking, yes. She loved to fuck! She wanted to fuck all the time.
“Listen to me still calling myself a leprechaun. We both know that’s not the case anymore. From now on, it’s you that’s the leprechaun. Of course that’s not to say that this version of Barbie O’Gill won’t be out getting plenty of sex for herself. It’s just that I’m not a leprechaun anymore.”
The auburn haired girl nodded.
“Have fun, you know, and oh by the way, I know you will.”
The pint-sized girl might have said something more but at that moment, she heard something. It was The Call. “I gotta go.”
The taller woman smiled knowingly but that was the last the smaller woman saw of her before she snapped her fingers and disappeared.
She wasn’t the first woman to respond to The Call and she wasn’t the last and already some of the women were out of their clothes and with a snap of her fingers, she was just as naked as her friends.
And they were friends or at least they were as friendly as leprechaun women got. A leprechaun woman was always turned on, was always in heat, was always ready for sex and leprechaun women didn’t like other leprechaun women getting in the way of what they wanted.
The Call was different.
The Call was leprechaun lassies all gathering together and all offering themselves up. The Call was a chance to show what your pussy was meant for. The Call was as much a competition as it was anything else and The Call was absolutely irresistible. When a female leprechaun heard The Call, she had no choice but to respond.
The newest leprechaun waited with all the other women. It was odd, she thought. It was almost as if she had a memory of someone, of someone named Barbie, of a human woman she thought scornfully, of someone who most definitely was not her.
Big wooden doors opened into the inner sanctum of the leprechauns. No human had ever been here and no human ever would be here and just like her compatriots, when the doors opened, the newest leprechaun rushed in to find her place.
It wasn’t so much her place as in it was a place that belonged to her so much as it was space where she could settle down and when she settled down, she settled down onto her hands and her knees and facing out away from the center of the room just like every other woman in the room.
It wasn’t long before the men were there in the room with them. Each of the women knew that but not a one of them made any effort to turn around. Each of them knew what was happening. Each of the them knew the men were looking them over. Each of them knew that it was only a matter of time before one of the men made his choice.
The newest leprechaun stayed very still. This was an important moment. Any moment now, one of the men would make his choice ...
And that’s when she felt it, a hand on her bottom and then something more, something hard sliding up between her legs, not quite entering her, but close enough, like one dog approaching the other, cautious, wary, getting a feel for the situation and then ...
And then without warning, that cock entered her.
The newest leprechaun couldn’t help but moan. She did so like it when cocks did this to her. In point of fact, she loved it. It was after all what her pussy was made for. It was what every leprechaun pussy was made for but hers especially. So small. So tight. So willing to be crammed full of cock and oh my, that was good. It was amazing that a pussy as little as hers could take as much cock as it did or maybe it was just a testament to just how needy she was. One thing was certain though. She loved big cock and as small as she was, every cock was big to her.
She couldn’t help moaning with delight as that cock crammed her pussy. It was almost too much but then too much cock was just right and even as she thought that, she could feel her tight, little pussy get even tighter as she squeezed the cum out of the cock inside her and oh my, that was good and by the way, she couldn’t wait until she got more cock.