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.