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Fuck o' the Irish
by Otto Erotic (address withheld)

***

A man finds a pot of gold, then gets "lucky". (MF, 
fantasy)

***

After years of planning, Patrick Finn finally made a 
trip to Ireland, home of his ancestors. For three 
weeks, he saw the sights, met distant relatives and 
completely immersed himself in Irish culture. When his 
three-week trek across the Emerald Isle was drawing to 
a close, Patrick had a very strange experience in 
Limerick County.

He was driving alongside a vast green field when he saw 
a faint rainbow in the sky. Much to his surprise, it 
seemed to be emanating from the field. Patrick stopped 
his car and got out, trudging into the thick grass and 
clover of the field. After walking a ways he found the 
source of the rainbow; a small black cauldron filled 
with gold coins. "I must be dreaming." Patrick said. He 
knelt down and picked up the pot of gold. It was small, 
but it was still very heavy. Patrick took the pot of 
gold back to his car and set off for the hotel.

Once he was back at the hotel, he examined the pot of 
gold more closely. Each coin in the crock was stamped 
with a four-leaf clover emblem. He scooped out a whole 
handful of coins, but the amount still in the crock 
remained unchanged. Patrick sighed, "This can't be 
real." he said.

"Aye, but it is real!" Patrick looked up at see a tiny 
woman sitting on top of the pot of gold. "And so am I!" 
Though she was only ten inches tall, she in perfect 
proportion to a full grown woman. She was dressed in a 
green tailcoat and knickerbockers. She was wearing 
white stockings and brown shoes with gold buckles. She 
had long, bright red hair underneath a green bowler 
decorated with a shamrock.

Patrick leaned in closer, "What are you?"

She smiled, "Oh, me shamrocks and shillelaghs! Don't 
you know a leprechaun when you see one?" She stood drew 
herself up to her full, but still tiny, height. She 
took off her hat and bowed, her red hair, cascading 
down over her face, "Fiona O'Flanagan's me name!"

Patrick looked at her suspiciously, "Okay, Fiona, 
answer me this: did I fall while kissing the Blarney 
Stone, or drink myself to death at that pub in 
Kilkenny?"

Fiona laughed, "You're not dead, me boyo, and you're 
not dreamin'. I'm a real leprechaun!"

"Prove it." Patrick said.

Fiona sat back down on the pot of gold, "Since you 
found me pot o' gold, you're entitled to wishes."

"How many?" Patrick asked.

"As many as I think you deserve." Fiona said smugly.

Patrick sat down on the bed, "Alright, I wish for a 
corned beef sandwich on rye bread." Fiona smiled and 
snapped her fingers. There was a flash of green and 
gold light and when it cleared, a sandwich was sitting 
on the dresser between Patrick and the leprechaun. 
Patrick looked closely at the sandwich, "No way."

"Aren't you gonna eat it?" Fiona asked.

Patrick picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It 
tasted great. "This is really good!" he said, his mouth 
full. Once he finished eating, stood up, "Can you 
really grant any wish?" Fiona giggled and nodded. 
Patrick sat down, "Well, this trip was very expensive. 
I wouldn't mind having my money back." Fiona snapped 
her tiny fingers and a green briefcase full of emeralds 
and diamonds appeared next to Patrick's suitcase.

Patrick looked at the contents; "Whoa... there has to 
be millions in jewels in here."

"Give me a challenge!" Fiona said.

Patrick paced around the room, thinking of what to wish 
for. World peace? And end to hunger and disease? Since 
he couldn't think of something big to wish for, he 
decided to wish for something a bit simpler. "Okay, 
I've been in Ireland for three weeks, and I haven't had 
sex the whole time."

Fiona jumped to her feet and snapped her fingers. There 
was another flash of green and gold light and when it 
subsided, Fiona had grown to the size of human woman. 
Now that she was so big, Patrick could see how 
beautiful she was. Her fiery red hair was in great 
contrast to her fair white skin. Her cute nose was 
covered with tiny brown freckles. She had full, ruby 
lips, striking emerald eyes, large, round breasts and 
long, slender legs. The only thing that made Fiona look 
less than human was her slightly pointed ears.

Before Patrick could respond, Fiona snapped her fingers 
again. In a flash of green and gold, both Patrick and 
Fiona's clothes vanished. The sight of Fiona's fair, 
freckled flesh made Patrick's cock hard. Fiona put a 
hand on his chest and kissed him before she pushed him 
back onto the bed. The leprechaun climbed onto the 
mattress next to Patrick.

He kissed Fiona's neck tenderly, drinking her scent, 
which was distinctly similar to clover. Fiona purred 
lustily as Patrick moved down her neck and kissed her 
large breasts, paying particular attention to her 
sensitive pink nipples. Fiona moaned as Patrick moved 
down her soft white belly and past her bright red pubic 
hair. He kissed her inner thighs before he started on 
her delicate pussy lips. Fiona started grinding her 
hips against Patrick's face, her sweet juices pouring 
into his mouth.

After a few minutes of teasing Fiona's bright pink 
button, she came. Her thighs held him in place as her 
come flooded Patrick's mouth. "How do I taste?" Fiona 
asked.

Patrick licked his lips, "Magically delicious." he said 
cockily.

"Lie down." Fiona instructed. Patrick lay back on the 
bed while Fiona straddled his legs. She wrapped her 
long, slender fingers around his meat and pumped a few 
times, coaxing it back to an erection. She examined his 
seven inch cock, "Not bad, but I bet you wish it were 
bigger." Patrick nodded and Fiona snapped her fingers. 
Sparkling green and gold light surrounded Patrick's 
cock. Slowly, it started to grow larger in front of his 
eyes.

Patrick always wanted a larger cock, and now that it 
was happening, he could hardly believe it. In a matter 
of moments, Patrick's manhood had grown to almost 
fourteen inches, bigger than he had ever dreamed of. 
"There!" Patrick said. 

Fiona snapped her fingers and Patrick's organ stopped 
swelling. "Now that's a real shillelagh!" Without 
another word, Fiona gripped the base of Patrick's huge 
new cock and spread her lower lips. She groaned with 
pleasure as his massive club started sinking into her 
hot leprechaun cunt. Once he had come to rest deep 
inside her, Fiona leaned over and kissed Patrick. 
Patrick was amazed that the slender nymph could take 
all of him.

For a while, both Patrick and Fiona remained 
motionless, just letting Patrick's huge shaft throb 
deep inside Fiona. Then Fiona started gyrating her 
hips, her tight cunt gripping Patrick's cock eagerly. 
Patrick put his hands on Fiona's slender, freckled hips 
and helped her to move. They started slowly then began 
to speed up. In a matter of moments, the room was 
filled with the sounds and smells of hot, passionate 
sex.

Patrick reached up and grabbed Fiona's generous 
breasts. Fiona threw her head back and started shouting 
in Gaelic. After a few more vigorous pumps, Fiona came, 
her cunt gripping Patrick's huge cock hungrily, 
drenching him in her clover-scented sweat and come. The 
sexy leprechaun's orgasm was too much for Patrick. His 
own powerful orgasm exploded from his loins, his hot, 
massive seed flowing into Fiona's hot body.

Fiona collapsed on Patrick's chest, breathing heavily. 
Patrick brushed her long red hair out her eyes and 
kissed her gently. "Now that was a good wish." Fiona 
said. Completely sated, Patrick wrapped his arms around 
Fiona and fell fast asleep.

*

The next morning, Patrick awoke to find himself alone 
in his hotel room. He sighed sadly; sure that he had 
dreamt the whole thing. He sat up, yawned and rubbed 
his eyes. That's when he saw the case of jewels that 
Fiona had conjured for him. It was sitting on the 
dresser where the pot of gold was the night before.

He lifted the sheet and checked his package. His 
fourteen-inch pole was now soft, nine inches long and 
still sticky. Patrick lay back on the bed. The trip to 
Ireland had been the best thing he'd ever done.

*

Back at the field, Fiona was carrying her pot of gold. 
She set it down about ten meters from the road and 
snapped her fingers, the rainbow reappearing. With 
another snap of her fingers, she returned to her normal 
height of ten inches. She hid in the clover, waiting. 
Most leprechauns hid their gold where no one could find 
it, but Fiona was different. She loved granting 
wishes... especially since almost everyone wished for 
sex.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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