"Son, where did you get all of this?" Macao asked.
Harry had picked up one of the jewels from the edge of the pile, tossing and catching it. "What's wrong? Is it a lot?"
"You could run a whole guild for years off of this," Macao said. "It's too much. No one would give this up easily."
"Huh," Harry said. "I guess that's why Twilight Ogre looked so upset about losing it."
"Did you steal from them?" Laki asked. "They don't let anyone off lightly!"
"No way," Harry said. "Their leader coughed it up as soon as I asked! I just had to knock a little bit of sense into him first…"
"You fought them, then," Macao said. "You must be a mage. The Magic Council has laws against attacking guilds. If you fight seriously, it can get you classified as a dark mage."
Harry frowned. The mood wasn't what he hoped it would be. "Oops? Hopefully they don't catch me."
"Twilight Ogre wouldn't have just handed this over," Macao said. "They care about money more than anything. To take theirs would mean you had to destroy the whole guild. If Twilight Ogre has really been wiped out, there's only one thing we can do…"
Macao, Wakaba, and Laki all stood up. Harry's hand went a little closer to his wand. He could tell how much these people cared about their guild. They treasured Fairy Tail more than they treasured their own lives. If they thought Harry's actions might get Fairy Tail disbanded, he wasn't sure what they would do.
Eyes deathly serious, Macao opened his mouth.
"And that thing is… To throw a party!"
All three of them grinned. Laki ran out the door to get the other members. Macao and Wakaba pulled barrels of alcohol seemingly out of nowhere. Before Harry could catch up with the abrupt change, he'd been dragged into a seat and had a frothy beer stuffed into his hand.
It didn't take long for the other members to arrive. The guild building came to life. Even earlier, when everyone had been joking around, it didn't feel like this. A shadow had been lifted, stripping a weight off of Fairy Tail's shoulders. Harry found himself smiling the way that they were. Even though they didn't know each other well, he could tell that these were kind people. He was happy to have helped.
There wasn't a single second of down time. Reedus forced Harry to tell the story of the battle, painting every detail. The version Reedus painted made Harry look extra heroic. Harry tried to explain that he couldn't actually shoot lasers from his eyes, but it was a lost cause.
Reedus had barely heard the whole story before Harry was pulled away by Jet and Droy. They wanted Harry to give them tips on how to use their own magics. Jet was fast, while Droy controlled plants, and both of them felt like they had hit walls in their growth. Instead of trying to explain he used a totally different kind of magic, Harry gave them all the fighting tips he could think of. He wished he could have introduced Droy to Neville. Those two would've hit it off in an instant.
Alzack overheard in Harry's story (which had been repeated at least three times by now) that his magic involved projectiles. The Guns Magic user challenged Harry to a match shooting down stacked bottles. The whole guild grouped up to watch, but was disappointed when both of them ended with perfect scores.
"We'll have to raise the difficulty next time," Alzack said, blowing smoke away from the barrel of his pistol. "Maybe some moving targets."
He was already pretty drunk. The way he looked at the spectators as he said that, made them take a collective step back. His wife took him home not long after.
Finally, Harry settled at the main table. Macao had challenged him to a drinking match. Being a proper Brit, it wasn't in Harry's DNA to refuse. The men went beer-for-beer in front of an eager crowd. Harry was clearly the fan favorite, which made Macao rage.
"Who's looked after you the last few years? Ungrateful bastards!" he said, shaking his fist. "I'll show all of you! Just watch!"
He grabbed a beer mug in each of his hands and chugged them simultaneously. With the stakes raised, Harry had no choice except to answer in kind. The men traded drinks till their vision blurred. One by one, the spectators around them passed out. It got to the point that Harry could hardly see straight, but he refused to put his drink down.
Harry tilted the wooden mug back. Bitter beer sloshed down his throat. His stomach churned, before settling down. A thin stream of beer ran from the corner of his lip and dripped off his chin.
Macao pointed. "You're dribbling! Doesn't count!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Have you seen yourself? Your lap is a mess."
Macao looked down and winced. He'd spilled so much beer that it looked like he wet himself.
"Fine. Forget about it. I know I have you on the ropes anyway!"
Harry had to admit, the man knew how to drink. Harry had the strongest liver on the Auror force, even better than Ron's. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been pushed like this.
Harry took another drink. Again, he kept it down with effort. Macao nodded approvingly. Something melancholic shone through his competitive spirit.
"There used to be more of us," Macao said. "You might not believe me, but we were the strongest guild in Fiore! Our master was one of the Ten Wizard Saints. We had so many powerful mages, everyone knew our name."
"What happened?"
"Ah… We don't know." Macao drank again. It almost felt like he'd forgotten their match, drowning his sorrows instead. "All our best mages went to an island to test the youngsters. Something happened. A dark guild was involved along with something powerful. The whole island disappeared. None of them ever turned up. Not even… a body…"
Macao whispered at the end. He drank again— going twice before Harry got a turn in.
He flinched when Harry knocked back two drinks at once. This time, Harry really almost hurled. He belched loudly and slammed his hands on the table.
"That's cheating. Don't go drinking twice without me!"
Macao blinked. He laughed out loud, holding his gut. "You're right! What am I doing letting my mind wander? We're in the middle of a match!"
That's what he said, but when he grabbed a beer — one of the last two that had been prepared for them — he started at his frothy reflection instead of drinking. Looking up, he met Harry's eyes.
"You're a good guy. What do you say to joining Fairy Tail?"
"Sure," Harry said. "Why not?"
Even if he was drunk, this wasn't a decision he was half-assing. He was in Earthland now, which clearly wasn't the world he was used to. He needed to adjust to life here and find a way home. There was also the matter of that strange voice he heard after arriving. He had too many questions and not enough answers. The fairies were good people who could help him get his bearings. If they hadn't asked him to join, he would've raised the idea himself.
So he had thought it through and was prepared for anything, until Macao said, "As the master."
Harry had taken the last drink for himself, but he spit it out as soon as it entered his mouth. Macao was hit by the spray and forced to close his eyes. When he cracked them open, rather than being mad, he grinned. "I win!"
Harry stood up, almost losing his feet because of how tipsy he was. "Are you crazy? You met me today!"
Macao used his shirt to wipe beer off of his face. It wasn't a bad plan because his shirt was already stained. Unfortunately, the shirt was so dirty that instead of getting the beer off, he mostly just rubbed more on. Giving up, he did his best to look striking with beer dripping off his beard.
"I've given it my best shot, but I'm just not leader material," Macao said. "I don't think I have the personality. I definitely don't have the power. Fairy Tail is dying. If it wasn't for you taking down Twilight Ogre, I'm not sure we would've survived the next few months."
"But Twilight Ogre is gone. You don't have to worry about them. So you don't need to make a stranger the leader!"
Macao shook his head. "What Fairy Tail needs now is a gamble. There's nothing to lose! We can't rely on the past, because the past isn't coming back!" A trail slid from his eye, but Harry did him the favor of pretending it was more beer. "We have to look to the future. You solved the problem these old farts couldn't handle. If anyone can be our future, it's you!"
Harry stood there. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, eating away at his sense of restraint, but Macao was starting to sound persuasive.
"I can't promise I'll be here forever," Harry said.
Macao grinned. "We don't need forever! We just need a fighting chance."
"...Screw it!" Harry said. "Head Auror? Guild Master? It's all the same in my book! Sign me up!"
Macao shakily got to his feet. "I don't know what you're saying, but I like your spirit! Bring it here!"
They shared a manly handshake, the clap of their colliding palms resounding over the sleeping guild members.
Harry had heard of shotgun weddings before. Shotgun promotions were a new one. Especially going from intern to CEO over the course of a single drinking game.
At least his life wasn't boring.
O-O-O
Harry felt like his skull was being pulled in half. "Owww. My head!"
Fucking Macao. He got Harry so worked up that Harry forgot about his greatest enemy. Yes, Voldemort was old news, and adult life had introduced Harry to a new nemesis.
Hangovers.
Somehow, with someone's help, he'd gotten to a bed. The last thing he remembered was Macao swearing him in as Fairy Tail's newest master right there at the table where they drank before both of them passed out on the spot.
Looking around, Harry realized he wasn't even in the same room. Not only were there no beds in Fairy Tail's guild building, the walls around him were painted a different color: lilac purple. Harry spotted a walk-in closet full of women's clothes, mostly dresses with short skirts and red capes to go over them. Harry recognized that style.
As his brain rapidly became more aware, he noticed that to go with his awful headache, he was feeling something wonderful. It reminded him of a wet dream— a soft, sweet embrace around the circumference of his penis.
There was a big lump in the sheets. Harry pulled it back. Sure enough, underneath the covers was Laki Olietta, her plus-sized bust encircling Harry's cock. It took Harry to realize that he was naked, just as naked as Laki, with the sole exception of their glasses.
Laki looked at him with a smile that somehow managed to be both sultry and innocent. She poked the frame of her glasses, pushing them up her nose. Harry was distracted by the way her breasts shifted around him, bright pink nipples turned stiff from arousal.
"Macao told me that you were joining Fairy Tail!" Laki said. "He said to give you your guild tattoo. But you were asleep, so I couldn't ask where you wanted it!" She waved around a magical stamper, which she'd brought under the covers with her. "You can get the mark on any part of your body. So while we waited, I decided to undress you, to speed up the process!"
"And the lovely treatment pecker is getting?"
Laki blushed. Harry thought it was a little bit late for that.
"Don't misunderstand. I'm not a pervert," she said. "I'm just thankful. Banabooster wanted me to be one of his serving girls for so long. They were always harassing me. When a kind, handsome, glasses-wearing mage comes along and rescues me, of course I would want to pay him back!"
Harry cocked his head. "You're off to a good start."
Laki smirked. For a second, her voice became completely serious.
"The glasses stay on," she said. "For both of us."
"Yes ma'am."
Satisfied, Laki put her efforts into satisfying Harry between the legs. Her breasts were almost supernaturally perky for how big they were. It was easy for her to form them into a single tight mound, Harry's cock spearing up through the middle. Laki kissed his tip while she rubbed her breasts on him, looking into Harry's eyes.
Harry pulled the sheets all the way off of them, exposing Laki's whole body. She was as naked as the day she was born with a curvy waist and thick thighs to go with her busty form. Harry wondered if Earthland women were just naturally blessed. On Earth, a girl like Laki would've been obsessed over. She was apparently pretty popular here too.
He ran his hand along the side of her shockingly purple hair. His fingers brushed one of the temples of her glasses. Laki wiggled her head, drilling her lips against Harry's tip, her tongue darting out to add extra sensation.
"You don't do things by halves," Harry moaned.
Laki separated her lips from him, lifting her breasts higher and moving them faster along Harry's member. "Fairy Tail always pays our debts! You're one of us now! I have to make sure you feel welcome!"
"I'm feeling very welcomed," Harry moaned.
Her breasts were so heavy that it sounded like they were already fucking, just from the noise they made landing on his crotch. Each heavy teat called out to Harry to be bitten, squeezed, and appreciated. Laki watched her work admiringly, feeling his member twitch and get stiffer with each passing second.
"Laki, I'm gonna…" Harry said.
Laki giggled. "Let it out."
She looked straight at Harry's tip as he started cumming. Maybe her appreciation of glasses was more than a fetish— keeping them on had tangible benefits! Like safety goggles, Laki's glasses let her look straight into the facial that Harry's cock gave to her. The lenses blocked the cum from going in her eyes. Laki looked up at Harry, her lenses smeared and face dripping with cum She licked around her lips, trialing his taste.
"As sweet as the bread from the bakery," she said.
"Funny. I'd heard it was bitter," Harry said.
Laki crawled up his body, putting her hips above Harry's lap. She grabbed his cock to lift it toward her shaven pussy, but grew distracted before she could start riding him, sliding her fingers over his stiff slippery shaft.
"It tastes sweet to me," she said. "I could drink it up forever."
A little bit of extra blood found its way into Harry's already-erect cock. Feeling it was as stiff as it could physically get, Laki dropped her hips, swaddling Harry's cock in her pussy. Her breasts were forced down by her rapid descent, before their bounciness sprung them back up. Every single time Laki bounced on Harry's dick, her breasts would jump and flap around. They were so perfect that Harry couldn't resist grabbing them, squeezing her sensitive flesh.
"Oh!" Laki chuckled. She reached down, stroking Harry's cheek. "Please, hold them!"
With permission given, Harry squeezed with everything he had. He pinched her nipples and pulled her breasts toward him. When he let go, they snapped back into shape, jiggling as they did. Harry used his mouth next. Laki slipped her hands around his head and held him close to her bosom, riding him while he bit her skin.
"You've very handsome," Laki said, laughter infecting her voice. "That strong jaw. Oh my, and those frames! They catch the light so well."
Harry let her nipple slide free from his mouth, his teeth raking it as he went. "Am I handsome? Or are my glasses?"
"Silly." Laki poked his nose with one finger. "It's all part of the package."
Harry could see her clit poking in and out of the flaps that covered it as he repeatedly patted her lips. Her glasses clung to the bridge of her nose. The red ribbon holding her ponytail fluttered. Harry sat back and stared at her curvy body in its ultimate glory.
"How can you use Wood-Make Magic?" he asked. "When you're this hot, it should all burn up."
"Guild Master?" Laki asked.
There was a slight lag as Harry realized that was his title now. "Yes?"
"That was cheesy." Laki shunted her chest forward, filling his face with her succulent boobs. "I loved it!"
Harry grabbed her bum, finding it was as curvy as the rest of her. Earthland girls were really different. Harry helped Laki ride him harder by forcing her rear down. His dick went deeper inside of her. Laki's womb shook from his tip hitting it.
"Power into my body with your stiff scepter!" she said, her strange speaking habits rearing their head. "Fertilize the eggs that are inside of me!"
Laki's mattress creaked as they put it through its paces. She raised her voice as she pleased. Harry's headache made him wince, but Laki's vigorous love and care let him smile through it. Her folds tremored— twitched— and spewed an orgasm that made her shake from head to toe, her ass vibrating in Harry's grip and her breasts swaying.
"The gushing of my flesh is sublime!" Laki screamed.
Harry came inside of her. Hopefully Earthland had some kind of birth control, because he'd forgotten he wasn't fucking a witch with access to potions. Only a very small part of Harry was actually able to think about that. The rest of him was basking in the feeling and view of such a well-fucked beauty.
Laki hurled her head back in the wake of her orgasm. Her glasses slid from the tip of her nose to rest over her eyes. Her purple hair cascaded down her back, while she put both arms behind her to stabilize herself.
Unfortunately, she'd forgotten what her job originally was. As they fucked, the Guild Mark device was lazily clutched in one of her hands. Laki had forgotten about it. When she came, she used both hands to stop from falling on her back.
One of her hands caught his thigh. The other went straight onto his balls. That was the one holding the stamp maker.
Harry felt a warm feeling down there that didn't hurt. Laki gasped (not just because she was still shaking from her orgasm). She scrambled off of Harry, looking down, while he got his first view of his crotch.
A white design that looked vaguely like a dancing fairy had been imprinted in full color and definition across his sack. He and Laki stared at it. Slowly, they looked up at each other.
"Sorry!" Laki said, on the verge of tears.
Harry tackled her. He took the stamp device from her hand and threw it on the floor. While Laki lay on her back underneath him, he bit her breasts and fingered her pussy, feeling traces of himself inside of her. Laki forgot about her mistake as pleasure overwhelmed her worries.
Harry would think about the ramifications of this later, once this gorgeous girl had been exhausted properly.
And, of course, once his bloody hangover receded.