Danny shows up with his son and as usual asks a wee favor.
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This story references events which occurred in a previous Halloween story of mine called “A Favor for Danny Boy.” But this story stands totally on its own.
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It was about two in the morning. I was having trouble sleeping because I kept having really weird dreams. Considering my very strange imagination, a dream has to be really out of the ordinary for me to consider it weird... but these dreams were definitely weird. Then Danny Boy appeared– not in my dream– but alongside my bed. He was standing well over two meters tall and glaring down at me. I could feel his eyes boring into me creating a strange heating sensation on my back. That is what woke me from my dream.
“Get up,” he said in his gruff voice. “We have to talk.”
“About what?” I said sleepily as I followed him into my office.
He leapt up onto my desk, reverted to his normal size... or at least one of his normal sizes... and took a seat on my computer mouse.
.“I forgot that three and one-half inches was your normal height,” I said sleepily, looking down at him.
“It’s nine centimeters,” he said petulantly jumping up. “Actually nine point one if you want to be exact.” As he sat back down he muttered, “But we aren’t here to discuss my height.”
“Then what are we here for?” I asked calmly. I was now awake enough to remember that it is not a good idea to anger any of the wee folk... especially a leprechaun... and even more especially, Danny Boy.
“We need to talk about Danny, Jr.” he said, lighting his pipe and blowing smoke in my direction. “He’s out of control.”
“You have a son?” I said, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice.
“Not exactly,” he replied glaring at me with almost glowing eyes. There was a long pause and then he added in a very flat voice, “That’s why I am here.”
“What do you mean by, ‘Not exactly’?” I asked cautiously. I had a feeling I didn’t really want to hear the answer.
“Do you remember Titania?” he asked, taking a deep draw on his pipe.
“Yes,” I answered slowly. “She was the fairy queen to whom you made the promise that I would be her power-giver.”
“And a very fine job of that you did... yes, you did a very fine job indeed.” he said, pointing the stem of his pipe at me. “Maybe too fine a job,” he added as he swished the pipe through the air leaving a zig-zag pattern of smoke.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I sort of suspected what he meant, but I was hoping I was wrong.
A power-giver is someone who helps one of the fae make the transition from juvenile to adult by having sex with her. I have found myself in that position twice. Once to free a captive banshee, and once because Danny Boy had bragged about what I had done and promised the fairy queen, Titania, that I would be her power-giver. How she made herself large enough for that night is a whole different story, but she did, and we did, and she got her full powers.
“I was hoping it’d be a girl,” Danny said puffing mightily on his pipe. “Then I wouldn’t have to worry about it. The... the... others... would have to deal with it.”
“You mean the female leprechauns?” I asked, trying to sound very innocent.
“There are NO female leprechauns!!!” he screamed jumping up and down and raising his hands in the air above his head. Somehow wisps of pipe smoke were now curling up out of his ears.
“Oh, that’s right,” I said, trying not to show my amusement. “If it was a girl, the imps would have taken care of her.” My voice became much firmer as I said, “But he’s a boy and you call him Danny, Jr., so I assume that there is something that you have to take care of.”
“There is something that WE have to take care of,” Danny said almost angrily. “You are technically his father no matter what Titania decrees.”
“What did she decree?” I asked cautiously.
“She named him Danny, Jr., and decreed that I had to raise him,” Danny sputtered.
I chuckled, but when I saw Danny’s angry face I quickly said, “I’m sorry, I was just imagining you with a baby.”
“Time passes differently for us,” he said with a sigh. “Sometimes years happen in minutes and other times minutes take years.”
“Meaning?” I asked.
“He’s already what you would call a teenager,” Danny said, his shoulders slumping. “And... he’s... he’s in need of... a power-giver.”
“Wait a minute!” I shouted and Danny held up his hands and said, “No, no, calm down. That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what DO you mean?” I asked almost angrily.
“Well,” he began, “normally it wouldn’t be a problem. I would just bewitch a likely lass or two... or three... or twelve... and Junior would become an adult.”
“You said ‘normally,’” I muttered.
“Yeah,” he said slowly blowing smoke into the room, “It actually takes twelve power-givers for a Leprechaun to gain their full powers. Normally I would just bewitch a dozen likely lasses and everything would be taken care of.” His body again slumped, “But Titania insisted the lasses can’t be bewitched in any way. They have to want it.”
“And?” I asked, looking at him.
“And I figured,” he said slowly “that the best place for that to happen would be at a raunchy human Halloween party. From what I’ve seen, the lasses run around half-naked at those parties looking like they are in heat.”
“It still has to be their decision,” I said firmly. “Sometimes slutty is just the costume, not the real person.”
“So you’ll do it?” Danny said standing up excitedly.
“Do what?” I exclaimed.
“Take Danny, Jr., to a raunchy Halloween party... or two... or three,” Danny almost yelled. Then he zoomed back up to his two meter height, grabbed my hand and began shaking it. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” he bubbled. “I knew I could count on you for this.”
That was two weeks ago. It is now Halloween night and I am sitting in my living room in a really tacky Merlin the magician costume waiting for Danny and Danny, Jr., to make their appearance.
A loud pop from the corner of the room caused me to jump slightly. I looked over and two human-sized Leprechauns stood looking back at me. Danny had a hopeful smile on his face. Danny, Jr., who looked like me with red hair and a red Leprechaun beard was also smiling, but his smile was slightly goofy. The thought went through my mind that I hoped I didn’t look like that when I was a teenager, but that was immediately followed by the realization that all teenagers look goofy to their parents.
“A few rules,” I said, trying to sound stern. “One, you can’t use magic. The girls have to want to have sex with you. Two, you have to be discrete. No public sex outside or anywhere that people, especially young people might see you. And we visit the parties in the order that your father and I set up. Do you think you can keep to those rules?”
“Yes, sir,” he snapped back. “But how do I explain an old man like you at the party?”
I really wanted to smack him up the side of his head, but I controlled my anger and said flatly, “I’m your designated driver. I’ll just sit in the corner and blend into the background until we need to go to another party.”
“Can we find enough willing young women in just one night?” he asked.
“That is a very good question,” I replied. “And I think Danny, Sr, has the answer to that.
“I can’t bewitch the lassies,” Danny began, “but Titania didn’t say I couldn’t do any time magic. Each time you leave a party and go to the next one, time will loop back so that you always arrive exactly at ten o’clock.”
“How many times?” Danny, Jr, asked and Danny scowled slightly and said, “As many times as it takes for you to uh... mate with a dozen human lassies.”
Danny then turned to me and said, “I’ll be waiting here for you to come back when the deed is done... so to speak.”
“How will I know when he has reached his quota?” I asked calmly... or at least I hoped it sounded calm.
“When he is suddenly in your pocket,” Danny said firmly. “I had to change his size and he can’t change back on his own until he gets his full powers. When he changes back, you will know.”
I’m a little past the teen-aged party scene, but I figured that a good place to start would be at the local university. I had checked with both the city and campus police and had obtained a list of places where parties had gotten out of hand last year. There were a couple on the list that weren’t on campus. We would save those for last, if we needed them. As far as getting into the party, I figured we would just show up and hope for the best.
The music from the sorority house was blaring loudly as I pulled up in an Irish Green Lamborghini Revuelto. The Revuelto doesn’t come in that color. Their greens are Verde Selvans and Verde Mantis which both lean very heavily toward yellow. But since Danny conjured up this impressive ride, he chose the color.
“Wow,” chirped Junior as we approached the sorority house, “there’s a parking place right in front.”
“Yeah,” I answered sarcastically. “It’s almost like magic.”
A puff of pipe smoke blew across my face and I heard a small giggle. I turned to Junior and said in a more normal voice, “Let’s go inside.”
We walked up to the door and rang the bell. A rather large man in black jeans and a black t-shirt that said “Security” across the front in big yellow letters said gruffly, “Invitation.” It sounded like a mixture of threat and question.
“I left it back in me room,” Junior said with a smile. “But Katrina is expecting me.”
As the guard checked his lists, Danny Jr. turned to me and whispered, “We met on line.” Then he giggled and said, “It’s not my daddy’s world anymore.”
I sighed and said, “No, it isn’t.”
“You are on the list,” the guard’s gruff voice said, “but Katrina will have to come down here and identify you.”
Junior smiled at the guard. I think he was trying to perhaps look suave, but he just looked more goofy to me. Then a voice echoed in the entryway, “Danny! You made it. I wasn’t sure that you could get here from Ireland on time.”
“I had the help of the fairies and leprechauns,” he said gleefully.
I had to admit that was a pretty good line. Katrina must have liked it because she gushed, “You are even more interesting in person. She was wearing a fairy costume with almost invisible wings, a flesh-colored, strapless bra that barely covered her breasts, and a skirt made of a dozen or so transparent pale green panels that only somewhat hid the g-string green panties which barely covered her sex. She had made up her face with large pink circles on her cheeks, bright red lips that extended out in a fine line that curled up, and green glitter eyeshadow of some sort.
They immediately turned and went into the sorority house. I was enjoying the sight of her tight, young, ass which was very visible through the transparent skirt when the security man said, “You can wait in there.” He was pointing to a small room just off the entryway. There were a dozen or so chairs arranged around the wall of the room. Six of them were occupied. Three men were wearing chauffeur’s uniforms. Two had t-shirts which said, “D-Drivers.Com on the front of them. And the last was a woman with a very weary look on her face.
As I sat down next to her she muttered to me angrily, “He lost his license for three months last year. If he drives drunk again this year they will take it away for five years.” She nodded toward the men with the D-Drivers t-shirts and said, “I wish I had known about them. I could be home giving out candy.”
A puff of smoke blew across my face and I heard Danny’s voice say, “I’ll change ye outfit when ye get back in the car.”
One of my rules in life is sleep when you can. This could be a long night so I arranged myself as best I could in the chair, leaned my head against the wall, and fell asleep. I awoke a little after one when the security man kicked my feet lightly.
“I think this is yours,” he said in a very tired-sounding voice.
Junior was standing there grinning foolishly. Katrina was grinning almost as weirdly. They were both obviously drunk. Junior was missing his top hat... and his shirt. Katrina was wearing the top hat, but was missing her bra, wings, and panties. As transparent as the skirt was, she might as well have been standing there naked. I suppressed a chuckled when I realized that she had dyed her pubic hair green.
“Don’t miss your plane,” she said after giving Junior a very sloppy kiss. “I’ll see you next time you’re in town.”
A middle-aged woman in a gray dress turned Katrina around while saying to the guard, “I will take her back to her room.” As they walked away I could hear her say to Katrina, “We’d better take the elevator. I don’t know how you ever came down the stairs.”
Katrina’s very slurred voice answered her, “I had the help of the fairies and leprechauns.”
“Let’s go, Junior,” I said firmly as I guided Danny, Jr, back out to the car. As I opened the doors on the Lamborghini I felt a strange tightness on my chest. My Merlin outfit was gone and I was now wearing a D-Drivers t-shirt.
As I headed off toward the next stop, Junior said in a somewhat slurred voice, “That’s four.”
There was a puff of smoke that almost filled the car and Danny’s voice said loudly... and angrily... “I told you that at most only two count for each lassie, and those two have to be more than ninety-nine minutes apart.” His voice got a bit softer as he said, “I don’t make the rules.” After a moment’s pause he said even more softly, “Ninety-nine minutes is the length of the king’s hourglass.”
“OK, then two,” said Junior smugly.
On the way to the second stop, I asked Junior, “How did you know that we would be stopping at that sorority house tonight?”
He sniffed the air for pipe smoke and then answered, “I don’t have my full powers yet. But you’ve seen my Father’s power. I have one tenth of that.” He grinned in an embarrassed way and looked at the floor. Then he said softly, “Besides,” he said, still looking at the floor, “I asked my Mother to look into the future for me.” He looked up and said, “She told me to say hi to the very nice man for her.”
I really felt like changing my route just to mess with Junior, but then decided that Titania would have already seen if I did that. So I drove to the next stop on my list, which was also a sorority house. This one had a big sweeping driveway in front of it and, again, there was an open parking place nearly at the sidewalk to the front door.
I walked with Junior up to the door. Again there was a security man standing there. Again he said, “Invitation!” But this time Junior held up his hand as if showing something to the guard. His hand looked empty to me, but the guard evidently could see something because he squinted to read it.
“Oh, OK, I’ll call them,” the guard answered and spoke into a microphone on his shoulder.
Junior looked over at me and grinned before saying, “That one takes about twenty percent of Dad’s power.”
I just shook my head and walked into the room off the entryway and joined a dozen other designated drivers. I stayed standing in the doorway long enough to see Junior’s date... or should I say dates. Two young women wearing identical outfits squealed in unison and loudly shouted “Danny!” They were twins and were dressed in long-sleeved jumpers with bands of blue and white that continued down the sleeves. There was also a red sleeveless t-shirt with a big white circle on the front with the numbers 1 and 2 displayed prominently.
Number one took Danny’s hand and said, “Last year we were Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”
Danny bowed slightly and said, “I’m glad that was last year. I’ve met those blokes and they not be nice creatures.”
Number two squealed slightly, looped her arm under Danny’s and said, “Danny, you are so interesting.”
I muttered, “If you only knew,” and turned around to find a seat.
I woke around half-past midnight and started checking messages on my phone. I was just about ready to open social media when two feminine voices called out, “Oh mister nice guy, could you come upstairs and get Danny. I think he has had too much to drink.” They both giggled and added, “or maybe too much to eat.”
The twins were now just wearing the red shirts. Their breasts were visible on both sides and the shirt barely covered their asses. We went up the stairs and Number One kept scampering ahead giving me a rather nice view of... everything.
“Come on, mister nice guy. Can’t you keep up?” said Number Two and I answered, “I’m at least twice your age.” Then I nodded at Number One’s ass and said, “Besides the view is better down here.”
She slapped my arm and said, “Wow, are you sure you aren’t Danny’s father?”
I was about to say something very witty, but we had arrived on the third floor and both girls said in unison, “This way, mister nice guy.”
They led me to their bedroom where I found Junior lying naked splayed out across the bed softly crooning, “Oh, Danny Boy.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“We had a lot to drink downstairs,” Number One began, “but I don’t think that is what got him.”
“When we came up to our bedroom,” Number Two continued, “and we... uh, got busy on the bed.”
Number One cut in with, “Danny lay back on the bed and I straddled him with his prick just pushing into my slit. I rocked a couple of times just to get him ready and then Sis sat on his face facing me. We fell into each other’s arms and sort of formed a pyramid. We were kissing each other, Danny was fucking me and eating out Sis. He seemed to go on forever and then he erupted into me. That triggered me and Sis and everything sort of went white.
Number Two continued, “We woke up lying on the bed next to each other. Danny told us to change places and I mounted his prick while Sis sat on his face. We both sat up very straight while he did everything... and I mean everything. Finally he spurted, and Sis and I exploded and the world went white.”
Number One said, “This time when the world stopped spinning Danny said that he had to wait ninety-nine minutes. I told him that I was ready to go again and he stuck out his tongue and wagged it at me. He sort of pushed me onto my back and started licking. I don’t know how long it took to take me to the top and beyond, but I had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life.
Number two laughed and said, “While Sis was out of it, I said, ‘What about me?’ and Danny moved over to my cunt. His tongue felt like it was longer than any prick that has ever been up there. He was licking my clit... and g spot... and every other spot that I knew or didn’t know I had. When I came back to my senses, Danny said, ‘Why don’t you two lassies entertain each other for a while.’ Sis said, ‘I don’t like the feel of hair and we both have way too much hair down there to get rid of.’ Danny laughed and said, ‘Is that all my wee lassies? Problem taken care of.’”
Number One lifted her red shirt to show me a completely bare cunt. “When we went down on each other, there was no hair anywhere. It was almost like it had disappeared by magic. We kept going for a long, long time before exploding.”
Number Two continued, “Danny said, ‘It’s time,’ and rolled me over on my back. As soon as his prick touched my cunt it was like an electric shock went through my body. He didn’t last very long, but I really went high and was still thrashing on the bed when he moved over to Sis.”
Number One said, “I thought I was ready for him, but it was like fire as soon as he entered me. I’ve been up orgasm mountain many times, but never, ever this high. When I reached my peak I felt like my body was exploding into a million pieces.”
“Then Danny just sort of fell over,” Number Two said pointing at Danny’s unconscious body. “That’s when we came and got you.”
I picked up Danny and threw him over my shoulder. The girls handed me his clothes and I headed back to the Revuelto. I threw the clothes over Danny’s naked backside and dug in my pocket for the key fob. Those weird doors on a Lamborghini look really nice, but they aren’t all that much help when you are trying to get an unconscious person into the car.
We drove about a block when the car shuddered and Danny was once again sober and fully clothed. He looked at me and said, “Four... I think, maybe only three with the time limit.” Then he shook his head and added, “What happened?”
Danny Boy was suddenly sitting in the back seat. He was sputtering mad. I quickly pulled the car over in case he did anything drastic, but he took a deep breath and calmed himself.
“That’s me mistake,” he said pointing his pipe at Junior. “But I never thought that you would be dúr enough to eat your own... emissions. You licked out those lassies after ye... used them. There’s magic in your stuff even if there is no seed. Ye can’t get a lassie torrach, but if ye take your own magic into yeself it can... well, you saw what it did.”
Danny Boy took a deep draw on his pipe and said, “But you got an extra one out of that. Using your mouth and tongue only count one forth of actually using a lassie. I’ve never heard of a tad using that to make his count, but now you have seven. Two from that fairy lassie and two from each of the twins and... another one from yere stupidity.”
“Our third stop is a fraternity house,” I said calmly. “They are known for some pretty wild parties. Junior should be able to find a few willing... lassies... at that party.”
“Watch yeself,” Danny said firmly and then disappeared.
We had to park almost a block from the fraternity house. As I walked with Junior toward the door I said, “Something doesn’t feel right about this one.” I stopped and said softly but firmly. “I think we should take a pass on this one.”
“Nonsense,” said Junior. “I’ve checked out their social media. I even got into their super private areas. They have amazing parties and their videos show it all. I’ve been texting with their house president, Steve, and told him I was part of a chapter in Ireland. He sent me an official invitation.”
“You’ve got your magic,” I said shaking my head, “but I’ve got my gut. We really should skip this one.”
“Whatever happens,” he said almost angrily, “I can handle it. Besides, Mom said that I would overcome the fivefold threat and bring beauty out of what had been disease.”
That did not calm my fears at all, but Junior was insistant that we go ahead, so we walked up to the fraternity house. There was no guard, as such, at the front door, but a rather buff-looking young man in a t-shirt with the fraternity logo on it was standing at the door. He saw Junior and said with a big smile, “Come on in. We’ve been expecting you.”
Two other, even beefier frat brothers said that they would escort me to a waiting area. My gut feeling was now a voice in the back of my head screaming, “Run!” but I didn’t have a chance. I felt a rather hard blow to the back of my head that stunned me and I drifted into that dreamy, almost knocked out state.
When everything cleared I was strapped in a chair in what appeared to be a bedroom. I was facing a TV set that showed what was apparently the back yard of the house. There were five blue blankets laid out on the grass. And on each of these blankets lay a rather thin– almost emaciated– young woman. The thought that immediately went through my mind was, “crack whores.”
A smiling young man in a golden t-shirt with the fraternity logo across the front stepped in front of the camera. “Tonight, we will show you how we treat people who try to fake their way into our Halloween parties.”
The camera showed Danny walking out the back door. “This Leprechaun from Ireland,” the youth with the golden t-shirt said angrily. Then he paused to giggle slightly and say, “He does look just like a large Leprechaun, doesn’t he?” He shook his head and continued, “Anyway, this dude from Ireland tried to claim he was a member of a brother house there.” His voice became an artificial yell as he softly shouted, “He doesn’t know that there are no fraternities in Ireland! He’s all fake.” His faced returned to a smile as he said, “So we are going to show him what we think of that fakery.”
The cameras continued to follow Junior as he walked up to the youth and cheerfully said, “Good to see ye in person, Steve.”
Steve answered, “Good to see you too, Danny.”
Four large frat boys suddenly appeared and tackled Junior to the ground. He shouted curses in English and Gaelic as they stripped him naked.
Steve stood over him and said angrily, “We usually beat the hell out of stupid people who try to sneak their way into our parties trying to find some nookie.” He paused and then continued, “But since you came all the way from Ireland to try to fool us, we will give you a choice. Either everyone in the house beats on you for fifteen minutes.... or you fuck these five crack whores.” He laughed and then said, “You did come here hoping to meet coeds and maybe get them into bed didn’t you?” He made a sweeping motion towards the five women lying on the blankets and said, “These aren’t exactly beds. And these aren’t exactly college girls. But if you bareback fuck all five of them we will let you go.”
A voice from the darkness called out, “As diseased as these whores are, his prick will probably fall off before he gets to the fourth one.”
Everyone laughed. Danny Junior slowly stood up and said softly, “Ye are really going to regret this.”
“Not as much as you,” Steve said pushing Junior toward the first blanket.
The camera stayed on a wide shot as Junior coupled with the first woman. Apparently whoever was controlling the camera thought that the sight of someone having sex with such a drugged-out skank wasn’t worth a closeup. They were probably right. The camera stayed motionless as Junior moved from blanket to blanket.
Finally he was at the last blanket. I watched as his buttocks clenched and he drove hard into the woman. Then Junior yelled out loudly, “Twelve!” It must have really been loud because I didn’t hear it through the TV. I heard it through the windows and walls.
I watched as Junior was suddenly fully clothed, including his green top hat. Then he began growing in size. He was about ten meters tall when he reached over and scooped up Steve. Steve seemed paralyzed with fear as Junior held him close to his face and said, “Thought I looked like a Leprechaun, did ye?” Junior laughed and said, “You were right! And for what ye did, I should crush you like a bug.”
Steve obviously lost control of his bladder at that point. Junior smiled and began shrinking in size. He set Steve back down and then continued “But since you provided my needed power-givers, I am going to forgive you... more or less.” He waved a wand that he had just pulled out of his jacket and suddenly every man in the fraternity, including those keeping guard on me, had deep green hair and were totally naked. With no clothing whatsoever, it was obvious that the green hair was everywhere on their bodies.
“Don’t worry,” Junior said with a smile, “that will grow out, but it will remind ye not to ever do something like this ever again!”
He turned and said loudly, “Come lassies, I need to introduce you to a very nice man.”
The five women, now fully clothed and looking very healthy walked behind him as Junior walked back into the house. A moment later he was standing next to me. A flick of his wand and the straps holding me in place were gone.
“We’d better leave before they get stirred up and I have to do something nasty,” Junior said as he led us out of the front door of the fraternity. The Lamborghini was gone. In it’s place sat an emerald green eight-passenger Cadillac Escalade ESV. Junior and I got into the front. The five young women sat on the bench seats in the back.
“Leave a seat open behind Danny Jr;,” I said loudly and firmly. All five of the girls looked at me strangely, but three sat on the very back seat and two sat on the middle seat. They all gasped slightly when Danny Boy was suddenly visible in the seat immediately behind Junior.
Danny Boy turned to the women and said, “For what you have done for my son, your bodies and minds have been restored to normal. The effects of drugs and the cravings for drugs are gone. All of the diseases are gone. You will be a special group at a local private rehabilitation center.” He pulled out a watch from the pocket of his vest and said, “In fact, your nine o’clock session starts... now.”
Suddenly the girls were gone. “I’ve set up a fund to help them start new lives,” Danny said softly. Then he added, “Maybe I should have erased their memory of tonight.”
“I did that... sort of,” Junior interjected. “I couldn’t totally erase it so I made it seem like a dream.”
“Should make for an interesting group session,” I said flatly.
“Maybe they can find your story about it on some Halloween story sites,” Danny Boy said brightly. Then with a pop he was gone.
Junior began shrinking. When he was about three inches tall he called out, “Bye, Mister Nice Man. I’ll say hi to my mom for you.”
Then he was gone and I was sitting in my own car waiting for a red light to turn green. “Happy Halloween,” I said to the empty air and turned left to go home.