Though the indignant and apparently fetishist lesbian fairy is clearly being unfair, she has the advantages of height, magic, and insanity. Also possibly prettiness, which tends to persuade the audience, whether they are aware of it or not. You curse yourself briefly for breaking the fourth wall, then wonder what the hell it is or how you know about it, or why it matters... then you do as she commands.
The space is cramped. Tight. Wet. Hotter than you could have possibly imagined, both in the sensual feel of the act you keep trying to convince yourself you do not want to do and in literal temperature. As the smell of her surrounds you, you find yourself growing damp in harmonious counterpoint to the damp around you, and wiggle your hips moaning with the victorious fairy. All too soon it's over, you're completely drenched, and completely surrounded by the walls of the womb of a being that was less that a tenth- no, really, less than a fiftieth- of your former height.
What she intends to do with you now that you are firmly in her and in her power is of course her choice... not yours.
