The Foley sisters, Kerry and Clare, were the most beautiful young ladies in Cleas, a small village deep within the confines of rural Ireland that was somewhat of a tourist attraction because of certain legends concerning long-forgotten lore. Despite their good looks, they were also extremely over demanding, arrogant and annoying, the kind of people that simply hated when someone had the nerve to say “no” to one of their demands, especially when it came to the ways of sex and anything related to it.
For a couple of weeks now, both women’s eyes were set on Seamus O’Brien, a very handsome mid-twenties son of a banker that had an uncanny resemblance to the famous cricketer William Porterfield. They both wanted him at the same time and were more than willing to share as that was a common practice between them but, despite their best attempts at seduction, he had remained adamant in his refusal to have anything to do with them which, of course, caused the blood to stir in their veins and a devastating fury to emerge.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” shouted the blonde Kerry as she threw a pillow at her sister’s head. “He’s not gay at all! He simply thinks we’re no good for him and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that one slide!”
“No.” corrected the older sister. “Not everything. I think it’s time we go to the forest!”
“That’s exactly what I mean!”
“Are you scared?” laughed Kerry, clearly teasing her.
“Then, it’s settled. As soon as you’re done with that, we’re out of here!”
Deep inside the mass of ever-growing trees, about two miles south-east of the village, there was an unnatural cleary and a small pond no one knew for sure how it had ever come to exist there. To the elders in the village, that pond was, in fact, a gate between our world and the realm of the unseen, and the best place to communicate with The Fair Folk. Kerry and Clare got there fast and the moment they entered the cleary, they realized Fate was somehow on their side. Sitting idly next to the water, was a small woman—the size of two hands stacked upon one another—, dressed in velvet green and with fiery red hair.
“It’s a leprechaun!” said Kerry, astonished. “And a female one, the rarest kind there is! It seems she hasn’t noticed us yet, so here’s what we’re going to do…”
“My, my… what do we have here? One of The Fair Folk in the flesh!” said the young girl, so very sure of herself as Clare emerged from the trees. “We were about to perform a rite to summon you to this place, but you sure saved us the trouble, little one!”
“Oh, be quiet! You and I both know you can’t do such a thing because I captured you with my bare hands! Consider yourself our prisoner, little one. We have a task for you!”
“I’ll get to that in a while. First, tell me your name!”
“Then what should we call you?” asked Clare, fascinated by the contrast between delicacy and fierceness that lived inside such a petite body.
“Rose or Rosie will do fine.” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Yes, we can do those things, but we don’t normally like to interfere in the lives of humans unless they interfere with ours first!”
The leprechaun smiled, mildly amused.
“Damn right you don’t!”
“We’re aware of that and that’s exactly what we’ll do!” assured Clare.
And so, the Foley sisters left the woods with Kerry holding the leprechaun inside her coat, and walked to the pub where Seamus and his friends usually hang out to drink and watch the ball games. It was impossible for them to pass unnoticed when they strolled in and the man they were after immediately started yelling at them:
Kerry leaned towards him, rubbing her coat in his upper torso. A small leprechaun hand came out, unnoticed, and touched him gently.
“Hmmm, are you serious?!!!” he was baffled for that was a first in the sister’s lives as far as he was aware. He pushed Kerry aside with a minimum amount of force and said. “Well, thanks… I guess…”
“Hmmm, yeah… you too.”
Unwillingly, Seamus found himself walking out the pub and following the sisters around as if he were a stray dog looking for a home. When he saw them again, his body and mind were overwhelmed with a sudden urge to do whatever they desired and knew that he could only be happy in total submission to their power.
“And time for you to set me free!” reminded Rosie.
“Me neither” agreed Kerry, as she released the leprechaun. “You did well, little one.”
“Well, you’re not going to get it. Now, go back to where you live because we have a carnal party to attend to!”
“Strip and kneel, slave!” ordered Kerry as she undid her shirt and moved towards a small closet where a vast attire of sexy outfits waited silently for a chance to be worn.
Kerry eventually chose a red rubber catsuit whilst Clare went for a transparent mauve gorgeous pinafore dress in glued sheet latex. They looked beyond stunning and the sensory overload, accompanied by the divine power encircling him caused Seamus to bow down reverently, his forehead touching the cold ground as he mumbled meekly:
“We are aware of that and command you we shall, unworthy male!” exclaimed Kerry as she stood like a tower next to him. “We will be kind or cruel, reward or punish you for your dutiful services in any way we deem appropriate and you, as inferior as you truly are in the face of our feminine magnificence, will have no longing whatsoever to deny us. You’re not really human anymore, but a simple piece of property, a malleable object our skillful hands and stern whips will shape as the perfect vessel of relentless submission! Have I made myself perfectly clear?”
“Let’s have fun, then!” said Clare as she gave him the “Stool” command and then sat majestically on his back, all warm and tingly inside.
Then, the two hours came to an end and another female voice popped in his head.
Without delay, the Slave mentality began to wane. Like a veil had been lifted from the eyes of his mind, Seamus was reborn as the master of all his actions, catching the Foley sisters completely by surprise. A vigorous push pressed Kerry against a side wall of the barn, whilst Clare was caught by her hair and forced to meet the hardness of the cold floor. Moving swiftly, he got hold of two pairs of black handcuffs and trapped them mercilessly next to each other.
“Well done, Seamus! I’m pleased,” she said.
“Oh, I’m somewhat of a shapeshifter as well. It’s one of the many privileges that come with The Fair Folk heritage, you see?”
Rosie moved towards the two helpless sisters, giggling ever so mischievously.
“Why, you disgusting little thing!” continued Kerry, unable to control herself. “It was obvious he was supposed to be our slave forever!
“What’s that supposed to mean?” inquired Clare, feeling somewhat intimidated by her words.
“Well, let’s see… I may have started spreading the rumor around the villagers that some very strange things were taking place nearby, and I somehow got the impression that a great number of folks are currently on its way to your private den of decay. Imagine the impression they’ll get when they find you both surrounded by such ‘twisted eccentricities’, to say the least. It’s not like you have a very good reputation, but it’s bound to get even worse when everyone sees your true colors, and I suspect you’ll be kicked out of Cleas in no time. I can only wish you good riddance, eh, eh!”
“Me neither. I know of a good way to travel. Just take my hand, will you?” asked the leprechaun softly.
He did so and as a subtle enchantment enveloped him, he disappeared alongside with her, leaving the Foley sisters to face a destiny worse than any other: the exposition and public humiliation of her bizarre demeanors.
“So you’re a leprechaun, eh?” he asked, still trying to wrap his head around the concept that the folklore could be real.
“This place is absolutely stunning! I can’t believe I wasn’t aware of it for all these years.”
The time had arrived for the most uncomfortable conversation of them all.
“I’m sorry, but I had to do it because that’s ingrained in the code of our kind. I gave them their wish as required, though luckily, they were foolish enough to take its formulation for granted without considering how things could be easily manipulated in my favor. If you want, I can make you forget all the hardships you went through today and life will go on as if nothing happened.” declared Rosie.
She blushed at his remark but maintained her posture.
“Hmmm, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that right now. Not everything that happened in that barn was bad, you see?”
“I’m afraid I’m not following you.”
“Oh!” exclaimed the leprechaun, covering her mouth with her right hand. “That’s unexpected, given the meaning of your surname after all…”
“Does that mean you’re going to offer me your services, Seamus O’Brien?” Rosie questioned, and her radiant smile made yellow and orange flowers grow around the pond in a matter of seconds.
“If you’re willing to have them… I imagine even the people of The Fair Folk have certain desires that need to be quenched from time to time.”
“Your assumption is correct, gallant mortal, especially when I assume the size of the ones of your kind and feel what you feel, in the exquisite way you do so. Sure, there are some rotten apples in your midst, but, nonetheless, there are also enough succulent fruits to ensure the survival of this world. One day, we, the ancient ones, will fade away for good, yet I trust that the land will flourish as long as people like you still live in it.”
“You still haven’t answered my question. Will you take me, lovely one?”
They didn’t see them, but next to the trees and by the pond, numerous fantastic creatures came to bear witness to that transcending moment: fleeting branch-like bipeds, impressions of leaves with eyes growing in every nervure, silky faeries with cobweb wings and rainbow-coloured unknown birds that hummed the primeval melodies that were the source of all life on Earth. Everyone was waiting for the ultimate moment of happiness.
He kissed her back and then knelt without being told to do so.
She knelt as well, holding his hands in utmost delight.
They kissed again, and a carpet of perfumed flowers turned the whole cleary into a garden of loving devotion. One by one, the ghostly bystanders became a part of the forest once more as a crown of stars set alight the moonless sky with promises of everlasting commitment that no one or anything would ever be able to break.
Foley is the Irish Anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Foghladha “descendant of Foghlaidh,” hence “pirate, plunderer.”, which I felt appropriate to describe the nature of the sisters.
It should be also noted the name of the village is also important, as Cleas means Prank in Irish Gaelic. Given the subject of the story, I’m sure you can understand why I went for it.