An hour later the beautiful fairy wakes up from her blissful nap, stretching her arms out as her breasts jiggle from her motions. She pats the compact buldge in her belly and giggles, then let's out a rather cute wave of gas, followed shortly by the rather mushy remains of foolish Amazon girl. The fairy turns and smiles at the brown pile, recalling fondly the the last thoughts of her would be mistress. Yes, this is for the best, fairy's should roam free in the wild, free to love, free to grind, free to eat, and free to shit. Before leaving the little village, she picks a small daisy and leaves it atop the rapidly cooling pile of dung. With a parting wave, and a seductive wink, she flys out the window, back to the fields of her home, a smile in her heart and a song in her soul. She hopes very much that she will get to meet that girl again when she is reborn, it is always nice to digest someone who appreciates the elegant charms of a fairy.
Not to much later, Shelly, the scroll maker, enters the home to see what became of the girl who requested a summoning scroll. The smell of feces invades her nostrils instantly, and as she wanders over to the cool pile of shit that reasts on the girls bed, she gently shakes her head. She told her without the right magics, she wouldn't be able to control the fairy. You can't enchant a piece of paper to control a monster. A bracelet or necklace, maybe, but not a scroll. Noticing the daisy left on the putrid pile, she slightly raises a brow. Maybe the girl did get her money's worth after all. Apparently the fairy was rather fond of her, for fairy's usually only leave flowers on the remains of there own kind. Maybe she shouldn't feel so guilty about taking the rest of the Amazons gold after all, she enjoyed the experience, and she can't spend it as a formless pile of shit. Grabbing the sack of gold resting in the corner, she exits the house, wondering if maybe the shady art of crafting summon scrolls for unsuspecting girls might be a very profitable venture.