With the wind whipping in his face and trees screaming passed at impossible speeds, John’s first experience with flying was one of sheer panic. For once in his life, he didn’t mind the saccharine stench of his unwitting tormentor, glad to feel the fairy’s soft hand firmly holding him against his chest. It was his only sense of security as the fairy shot through the forest, weaving and winding between trees at break neck speeds. However, after thirty minutes of white-knuckle terror without crashing into anything, John finally managed to relax, confident Airy at least had the skill to keep them from planting face-first into a anything.

Tentatively, John stretched his head out from the shelter of Airy’s hand, leaning forward to look over the fairy’s knuckles and out at the world beyond. The forest seemed otherworldly at his size, like some mythical land from legend. The trees towered so far above, making the green canopy blocking the noon-time sun seem like the sky itself. Great branches swept by, each large enough to support a house and decorated with leaves the size of tents. For a moment, John felt as if he could truly get a glimpse at the majesty of nature, appreciating a sight no other human had ever likely seen.

“Are those… Strawberries!!!” With Airy’s outburst, the moment shattered, reminding John of the idiot upon whose mercy he relied. Excited, the fairy banked hard to the side, flying a few circles to celebrate his discovery and making John nauseas before diving straight towards the fruit.

                “Wait… Airy!” John’s voice was lost to the screams of the wind as the fairy plummeted, heading towards a nearby bush at impossible speeds. John felt a shriek rip from his throat, though the rush of wind against his ear drowned out all sound. In a fraction of a second, the fairy plunged from twenty feet in the air to two, though to the shrunken human it felt much faster. By instinct, John huddled down into Airy’s palm, seeking shelter from the impending crash.

                However, the expected impact never came. At the last second, Airy pulled up, arresting his momentum in an instant with an expert grace right in front of a strawberry. Ogling the ripened fruit, the fairy flew left and right, circling the strawberry as he examined it for the best place to start eating. However, as the fairy approached the red treat, a light tickle against his chest reminded the fairy of his charge. With a conflicted expression Airy halted his flight and looked down at John before looking at the fruit once more, swallowing his spit as he came to a decision.

                “Here…” Reluctance plain upon his face, Airy held John out towards the strawberry, bringing his fist to rest against its spongy outer layer. Although considerably smaller than the domestic strain, the wild strawberries was still as big as his caretaker’s head, making it several dozen times John’s own size. Still shaken from the sudden dive, John was startled to find himself away from the security of his captor’s chest, the human panicking at first before recognizing the fairy’s intention.

                “You… You can take the first bite…” There was a petulant tremble in Airy’s voice, but John recognized the fairy’s gesture of goodwill. Sweets were a fairy’s number one priority in life so far as John could tell, and the fact that Airy was offering to not only share his with his human ward, but allow him to take the first bite, was beyond John’s wildest dreams. Of course, a casual glance around revealed hundreds of the dangling fruit, but the gesture still gave John some confidence that the fairy might actually take care of him during his day as his ward. It was far more reassuring than any of Airy’s quickly-forgotten boasts, that was for sure. However, there was one problem. John hated sweets.

                Well, hate wasn’t the right word. It was more like his teeth screamed in agony every time anything remotely sweet passed between his lips. He didn’t know why his teeth hurt so easily, but they did, and through their association with pain the human had come to instinctively despise all things sugary. It was a large part of why John found the stench of Airy’s magic was so repulsive. Yet here he was being offered a dozen times his own body weight in sweets.

                Realizing he was too far away to speak with the fairy, John tried his best to communicate through gesture, pointing at the fruit and then back at Airy once more. He didn’t want to say no. In fact, he wanted to throw the little idiot a parade to encourage more such consideration for his tiny ward. However, the pain that sweets cause him was simply too great. Unfortunately, the fairy shook his head at John’s signals, looking determined.

                “Not this time. You’re always sharing your treats with me, but since you’re so big, I’ve never really had enough to return the favor. However, now that I’m big, it’s my turn to take care of you.” There was a note of pride in the fairy’s voice, and for the first time in his life, John’s impression of the winged nuisance went up a bit.

                Still, if at all possible he’d rather avoid biting into the torturous fruit. Turning back to the strawberry, John reached out to its rubbery surface, discovering to his secret delight a tissue far tougher than he had expected. Giving it an experimental tug and then a full effort yank, the human discovered that he was incapable of tearing off a piece of the fruit to even eat. Turning back to face Airy, John gave an exaggerated shrug of defeat.

                “Oh I see! Here, let me help you.” Leaning in over John’s head, the human watched as Airy pressed his face firmly upon the surface of the strawberry, his teeth piercing into it with surprising ease. John heard a disturbingly wet tearing sound as the fairy’s jaws cleaved the ripened sweet. Pink juices sprayed wildly, spraying Airy’s face and chest in the saccharine mist and easily sprinkling John from head to toe.

                Once, twice, thrice Airy tore into the strawberry, juices painting him with a pinkish hue. Very quickly, John found himself covered in the sticky sweet fluids, struggling in vain to find some shelter from the cloying downpour. It wasn’t until Airy gulped down the fourth bite that he came back to himself, remembering his tiny passenger.

                “Here, eat as much as you want!” Gently, Airy carried John upwards, actually placing his palm within the mouth shaped crater he had freshly carved out. Disturbed by the indirect comparison between his newfound size and the fairy’s average bite, John walked up to the nearest wall. Glancing backwards over his shoulder, John received a thumbs up from the towering before turning to face the pink flesh before him.

                Like all sweet things, John felt himself repulsed at the smell, his jaw aching in anticipation of the pain that would accompany such a saccharine meal. Watching the viscous clear liquids of the fruit ooze, John couldn’t help but wonder what portion of the juices came from the strawberry and what portion came from Airy’s mouth. The thought of ingesting the fairy’s saliva only made the fruit around him even less appealing, but still John leaned in close to the ripened wall before him. However, as the man leaned in and pressed his face against the succulent flesh of the strawberry, he kept his lips tightly sealed.

Although John despised the smell, reeking of strawberries was far better than feeling like his teeth were about to explode. With feigned eagerness, John rubbed himself against the fruity flesh, taking his hands and tearing at the wall in front of him so as to leave a gouge. Thanks to the size difference, John doubted his chaperone would be able to notice whether or not he actually ingested any of the fruit, much like he had trouble tracking the smaller fairy’s fine movements when he was at full size. Sensing an impatient tremble in the hand beneath him, John took that as his cue, turning around to face Airy and patting his supposedly full stomach.

“Are you done?” Impatience colored the fairy’s voice, despite his earlier magnanimity. It seemed watching John “eat” sweets without him had tested the Airy’s woefully brittle patience. With a nod from John, the winged glutton didn’t hesitate to clutch the human against his chest once more, digging into the ripened fruit with wild abandon. Watching as bite after bite of strawberry disappeared down the fairy’s gullet, John shuffled uncomfortably as the sticky juices on his skin began to dry, only to be wetted once more by a wayward globule of spit and fruit paste as Airy messily devoured the strawberry above.

Disturbingly, the human could feel the fairy eating through his chest, hearing the gurgling and gulping as the little glutton’s digestive tract pushed its sweet prized further down and feeling his incompetent caretaker’s belly begin to swell against his body. Bite after bite, the guttural groans behind John grew louder, bombarding him with the off-putting gurgles of Airy’s digestive process. Thankfully, the experience was a short one. With inhuman efficiency, soon the strawberry was nowhere to be found, Airy’s distended stomach a testament to its fate. Satisfied, the fairy hoisted John up in front of his face, staring at his tiny companion with a smug grin.

                “See John! I ca-“ Hoisted before his caretaker’s face, a guttural rumble of the fairy’s throat was the only warning before a deafening belch cut off the fairy’s words, bombarding the human with a hot gust of intestinal gasses. The vomitous stench of Airy’s innards mingled with the cloying sweetness of strawberries as a shower of spittle and juices peppered John. Caught off guard, it wasn’t until the guttural burp had faded that John began to realize what had just happened.

                An overwhelming sense of disgust washed away the meager good will John had begun to feel towards the fairy in light of his attempts to fulfill his role as a caretaker. This revolting… thing! The stink clung to the tiny human, making the sticky layer of juices clinging to his skin feel like a tainting film. Shuddering with repulsion, John looked up at the winged bastard, seeing an abashed expression for a change.

                “Sorry John.” Scratching the back of his golden head with his sticky hand, Airy looked down at the human in his palm. Of course, the little menace wasn’t too embarrassed. Sitting in stunned silence, an awkward atmosphere began to develop, driving the Airy to continue.

                “I guess I’m not used to being the big one.” The fairy turned his eyes away from John, letting out an uncomfortable laugh. Seeing his supposed guardian’s nonchalance at having just showered himself in spit and worse, John felt his patience growing thin. Taking a calming breath, he felt like he had taken a lot of those this past hour, John addressed the towering fairy.

                “Being big is a big responsibility. You have to keep an eye out for the little folk.” As much as he would have loved to wring the little idiot’s neck, he couldn’t. For the next day, he was dependent upon the winged bastard for his own well being, though John was starting to forget that more and more with each new mistreatment.

However, glancing down at the sagging bulge in the fairy’s stomach that was several times his own size quickly cooled the human’s head. Losing his temper, even for a moment, could prove deadly. Even if the fairy simply left John behind, without his protective aura, he’d perish within an hour from the cold. Rather than losing his temper, John hoped to coax Airy into being a better caretaker by making it a source of pride.

“Being big is a big responsibility?” Like a parrot, the fairy repeated John’s words back to him.

“And you’re a super cool, responsible fairy, right?” Massaging the golden fairy’s ego, John continued.

“Of course!” In response, the fairy lifted his chin with an arrogant smile.

“So you’ll be more careful in the future, right?” Leaning in, John probed the big- idiot before him.

“Alright!” Smiling, Airy nodded at John with a determined look. Seeing that his bumbling caretaker was receptive, John decided to test his luck and address his most pressing concern.

                “So, Airy. Do you think we could go get cleaned up?” Already, the sticky secretions covering his body were starting to dry, tightening his skin in the process and causing John to itch.

                “What? Why?” Airy tilted his head, uncomprehending.

                “I’m covered in juice.” Motioning towards himself with his arm, John indicated his current state. The thought of the spit and whatever else the fairy had belched upon him made the shrunken human have to fight the urge to claw his own skin off. He wanted, nay needed a bath of some sort, no matter how crude.

                “Eh?” Still, the fairy tilted his head, confused.

                “I’m sticky…” John simplified the problem further, seeing a light of recognition glimmer within the fairy’s eyes.

                “Oh, that! A little dirt should scrub that right off.” Looking around, Airy eyeballed the dirt beneath them, undoubtedly searching for a pile of soil to cram his helpless human into.

                “Wait! Can’t we use water?” Realizing where Airy’s line-of-thought would lead him, John quickly let out a yell, heading his caretaker off.

                “Water?” The fairy looked at John with his eyes wide, as if the human had suggested bathing in deer piss.

                “Yes, water! Like from a pond or something?” Not understanding the cause for Airy’s expression, John’s voice faltered as he spoke.

                “Are you crazy!? Do you know how dangerous ponds are?” Alarmed, Airy raised his voice in disbelief.

                “Errr… No…” John’s voice was cut off as the fairy continued in an uncharacteristically serious tone.

                “There are fish in ponds. A good sized bass could gobble us up in a heartbeat.” There was legitimate fear in the fairy’s eyes, causing John to recoil.

                “Wait, I thought animals didn’t eat fairies.” As the tenders of nature, it was common knowledge that wild creatures didn’t eat fairies, or so John had thought.

                “They don’t.” Airy shook his head in denial at John’s words, his voice indicating that he didn’t understand what John was getting at.

                “Then what about fish?” John’s voice trailed off as he spoke.

                “Fish aren’t animals silly…” With a note of condescension, Airy shook his head.

                Fish aren’t animals? Then what are they? At a loss, John realized that he knew a lot less about fairy’s than he had thought. If fairy’s didn’t consider fish as animals, then what else could try to eat them? Spiders? Birds? Suddenly, John felt a whole lot less safe in Airy’s hands. Still, as the burning itch began to grow on his skin, he put those thoughts aside.

                “Then can’t you bring me to like a puddle or something?” If ponds were no good, then any source of water would do.

                “I don’t know. It hasn’t rained in a while.” Airy tilted his head in thought. Rubbing at his arm in irritation, John decided to prey upon the fairy’s pride once more.

”I’m sure my smart, cool guardian can think of something, right?” John massaged the little idiot’s ego. Seeing his human ward looking up at him expectantly, John saw the big idiot’s eyes swim as Airy frowned in concentration. Gritting his teeth, the fairy’s perfect rosy lips pouted as the brainless fairy struggled to find a solution, until finally a light of inspiration flashed in Airy’s eyes. Glancing down at the tiny human in his hand, Airy’s face split into a wide grin.

                “Oh, I know!”  Before John could react, he felt the familiar press of momentum as he began to accelerate forward. Not knowing what was happening, the shrunken human watched as Airy’s face began to fill his vision. With a smile on his lips, the fairy opened his mouth wide as John found himself surging forward.

                “N-“ John was only able to utter the barest squeak before he was catapulted passed Airy’s lips and onto his waiting tongue. All of a sudden, the shrunken human found himself lying on his stomach atop a wet wriggling muscle, staring at the velvety curtain of meat that led to the back of the fairy’s throat. Moments later John felt the fairy’s soft lips press down against the soles of his feet, the sunlight fading as his connection to the outside world was severed, leaving the man’s surroundings illuminated by Airy’s soft golden glow. He couldn’t help but notice with growing horror that he fit perfectly along the fairy’s tongue, clearly smaller than any of the previous chunks of strawberry which had only minutes earlier passed through this cavern on their way to the fairy’s stomach. As images of his golden captor’s earlier feast flashed through the human’s mind and the reality of his situation began to dawn on him, the mouth around him came to life.

                Naked and helpless, the flesh around John began to wriggle and writhe aggressively against his body. The massive tongue beneath John quickly began its probing work, pressing John up against the ridges of Airy’s mouth as it drew back towards the fairy’s throat, dragging its taste buds against the shrunken man like a rough sponge before pushing him back into place and repeating the process anew. An urgent, rhythmic suckling accompanied the assault, pulling at the human and causing his ears to pop. Drool and spit quickly coated the man, matting his hair with the saccharine remnants of the fairy’s earlier meal.

Terrified, John attempted to resist the assault, throwing his hands wide in an attempt to fend off the invasive muscle. Only one accidental swallow away from damnation, the man thrashed in terror as he attempted to push himself away from the nearby throat without accidentally sending one of his limbs towards the waiting abyss. Despite his panic, he was keenly aware that sending even an arm towards the meaty gullet might trigger a reflex that could spell his doom. Reaching wide, John clung to his winged tormentor’s teeth instead, seeking to pull himself as far away from the entrance to Airy’s esophagus as he could. However, he was absolutely powerless against the ministrations of his captor.

                Deftly, the tongue continued its work, manipulating the human upon it with surprising ease. Before John knew what was truly happening, he found himself flipped onto his side as the worming appendage slithered against his body. Prodding forward with its tip, John found every nook and cranny of his body violated by the slimy muscle as it snaked its way under his arms and between his legs, lapping at the cleft of his ass before invading his groin. As the velvety tongue reached John’s cock, the man let out a shriek, bringing his hands down to protect his manhood.

                With wild disregard for John’s modesty or comfort, Airy continued to probe and violate John as he tossed and turned the human around in his mouth, battering the human as he scrubbed away the sweet taste still lingering on his skin. Occasionally, John’s winged tormentor would stop and swallow, subjecting the man to the horrifying sounds of his greedy gullet guzzling down the saliva pooled within the fairy’s mouth. Each time, John would feel his life flash before his eyes, praying to anyone that would listen that he wasn’t next. However, after what felt like an eternity, John’s torture came to an abrupt end. With a casual plop, he found himself oozing from between Airy’s lips and into his awaiting palm, his whole body shaking from the trauma of the experience.

                “There you go. All clean! And we didn’t even waste the juice.” The chipper voice of the fairy bombarded John, but the man was far too shaken by his experience to voice his thoughts, not that he would have done so anyways. Violation and mortal terror warred within the man, as his unwillingly intimate experience punctuated a newfound realization. His life was no longer in his own hands.

Even if he endeared himself to Airy, even if he massaged the fairy’s ego and courted his protection, the empty headed bastard could very easily snuff John out in a moment of idiocy or carelessness. All it would have taken was a moment of inattention and the fairy could have reflexively sent John to his stomach. Even if the fairy’s earlier boasts about the efficacy of his magical aura were to be believed, the fairy hadn’t been clear about its limits, and John sincerely doubted he could survive being swallowed by the little menace.

Not trusting his voice, John gave a nod in response to his captor, not so much to approve of the fairy’s “clever” solution as to move on a quickly as possible from the traumatizing experience. Turning his head towards the fairy, John was about ready to address his newest violation when he noticed an odd expression on the Airy’s face. With watering eyes half closed, the fairy’s face was contorted, his nose scrunched up as his head began to pull away from John before the unthinkable happened .

                “ACHOOO!” By reflex, Airy covered his mouth and nose as he sneezed.

                As Airy pulled his hands away from his face, the fairy found himself staring down at a slime covered human, his eyes going wide as he realized what he had just done. At his limit, John felt his stomach heave before a moment later he found himself emptying the contents of his stomach onto the fairy’s palm.