Danny Boy, Jr – A Halloween Story

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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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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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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.