While the other demonic bug had been more of a willowy stick of a woman, this bitch was outfitted. Nice breasts, a bit chubby; her disguise even included a large bush between her legs that needed landscaping. There was also another slight difference between the new comer and the evil bug girl. While the mosquito girl had been the size of his thumb, this one was about the size of a loaf of bread.
The fairy looked around and spotted David floating above her, “Well, you're a biggun' aren't yer?” she said in an Irish accent.
Great. David thought dryly. A leprechaun.
David tried to act cool, “W-what are you? For that matter, what am I?” David could see the ankle-bitter smile and he guessed that she thought that she had just hit the motherfucking jackpot.
“You son, are a dungeon,” she said.
David ran through the motions. Asking what a dungeon was, what it did, why they killed people. He was going to have to come up with a script if this was going to become a habit.
Eventually, Morgan, as she liked to be called, decided that she strung this fat bastard along enough and she cut to the point. “Alright, love. This is what we need to do. I need you to make a wee contract with me.”
David tried to act coy, “I don't know.” He made a show of looking around and then pointed at the glass that was on the ground. “Wow, be careful. There is glass on the ground. You don't want to get cut.”
“Don't be such a boy, my wee dungeon.” Then, as if for the first time, Morgan looked at what she planned was her dream house. She stared at the Beast in wonder, “What is that?”
“I think it was how I got in here. I think there is some of my stuff in the back, think you can get it? I can't really move things.”
Morgan apparently didn't need wings. She jumped up to the front seat as if she were a cat. “Hey, this is pretty nice.” She looked at interior and at the big steering wheel. She was stronger than she looked as she easily broke the steering lock. “What is it? Some kind of boat?”
So she didn't know what a car was either. David tried to sound apologetic, it wasn't that hard. He had a lot of experience leading pensioners around their phones, “Yeah, shame about the glass. Seeing that I can't move anything I can't make it more comfortable in there. It might make a good home for you, if, you know.” he let the sentence hang for a second.
He could see the ginger leprechaun think about it for a moment. It was hard to concentrate on her expression as she was naked and her tits just seemed to defy gravity. He could tell that she was gauging the merits of spilling too much information before setting up shop.
“I can teach you how to absorb glass.” she said. “First you canny touch it. Over time you naturally absorb it. The ground just sort'a gobbles it up. But if you want something really quickly you have to get one of the monsters you control to gather it up or eat it. If you bonded with me now, I could get rid of it for you.”
That sounded familiar. For possible hours David had been trying to think of a way to wake himself up. Doing everything that he could think of, eventually mosquito girl's body just sort of... dissipated, after that David had just thought about her and there she was.
“You can eat glass?” David said.
“I can eat anything,” Morgan informed him.
“I bet you can't.”
Morgan's face twisted into a grin, “I show yer, yer cheeky bugger.” the small woman picked up a handful of glass shards and ate them. David couldn't believe it. She crunched and chewed and the dungeon could hear the glass break. It sounded like they were being put in a cement mixer. Eventually, Morgan swallowed and she grinned devilishly at the dungeon's floating body. “See. I can eat anything. I can strip this entire metal dingy in a day; only, you won’t get any of it if you and I don't make a contract.”
Damn, this girl was like a billy goat. David thought.
The dungeon felt another intrusion and for a second he thought another fairy was coming through, until he saw that it was just a bunch of ants. The lemonade was doing its job alright.
Before his body left him, it had brought in a branch covered in bull ants. He then proceeded to stomp the shit out of them. The dungeon had felt a rush from that explosion of violence. The ants were like stale popcorn. It wasn't very filling but it was something. David also didn't want to admit this, but he got a larger explosion of pleasure when his body pissed and bled on the cave walls. He just really didn't want to think about that. His porn collection was full enough of depravity that he didn't want to include self-urination as a theme.
David had spent a large portion of his starting energy creating the initial fairy he had met and moving the tablet. He couldn't make an ant if wanted to but maybe he didn't have to. Ants used pheromones to track and give each other orders. If he tried hard enough and with the knowledge he got from the ants that he killed, maybe he could move a few.
He used what he had gathered from the dead ants and the Discovery Channel, concentrating on the biggest bastard of the group. For some odd reason, the Dungeon didn't picture smells when he thought about pheromones, which kind of made a bit of sense; they were supposed to be odourless. Instead, he pictured colours.
The ants stopped moving and stood to attention. That was when David felt it. It was like he had just befriended dozens of people on Facebook and he was absorbing all of their likes and dislikes. It had been the same with the fairy only less of a history and more of a bunch of spam mail, the ants were pretty simple to figure out while the fairy had been far more complex.
He knew that the ants came from the same nest and instead of naming that nest with words the ants gave it a smell label. It was like how dogs found their way home by marking their territory. It was almost too easy for David to replace the ants' previous nest name with his own.
The Dungeon's avatar grinned; he had just gotten some nice ant slaves. His attention soon moved back to Morgan and a thought came to him. “Hey, Morgan. How good are you at drinking games?”
***
The naked leprechaun sculled the beer like a sailor on shore leave. The girl definitely liked her grog. She had nearly drunk an entire six pack.
Out here in the desert there were no cops or bosses to ride your arse for drinking on the job. The beer had been meant to celebrate fixing the coms stations but seeing that David didn't really have a stomach, he thought that getting a naked leprechaun wasted would be kind of fun to see, and it was.
Morgan came up for air and she grinned happily, “This shite is fookin' great.” she let out a loud burp, and then ate the can.
David made a point to stay in front of her so that she didn't turn her head back. He crossed his arms and continued to glance back and forth between Morgan and the hundreds of 40mm long bull ants that were swarming behind the exhibitionist.
The insects covered the truck like a living black carpet, and the avatar used his dungeon powers and what he knew about ants to teach the pests some tricks. There were some ants in the Amazon or Africa, whichever the documentary was based on, that the ants created bridges. David was doing the same thing with the ants, only he was making them into stalactites. Forming large spikes that hovered above the fairy's body.
To ensure that the first strike would be the last, he had also recruited a few European wasps which nested in Barney's body. While David could strip Barney down for spare parts he could also still use him as an army barracks for wasps and biting flies. And more troops seemed to be coming. David wasn't letting this bitch out. He knew that Morgan wasn't the same species of fairy as mosquito girl, but even if she was half as evil as that little terror was, she had to go.
Thinking that perhaps he was wrong, he had to ask, “Morgan, do I have to kill people? I mean, can't I just feed off the ambient magic or whatever it is.”
Morgan