For all of their filthy habits and
deplorable behaviors, apparently even fairies had an aversion to vomit. As John
recovered from spilling his guts out onto his captor’s palm and glanced at
Airy’s hateful face, for the first time ever the human saw an actual look of
revulsion stretching the fairy’s mouth into a rictus cringe before the petulant
creature turned his head, letting out a retching gag of his own.
“Disgusting!”
At Airy’s offended shriek, John felt a surge of outrage strike his heart. Him,
disgusting! After all that… that… However, before the mucus-covered human could
even process his own indignity, he found himself sailing through the air as
Airy unceremoniously dumped him onto a nearby branch before flying off at break
neck speed. Suddenly alone, John’s outrage was quickly forgotten as anxiety set
in, growing stronger and stronger with each passing second his chaperone was
absent.
He left
him. Airy really left him! Suddenly, John was reminded of how very vulnerable
he was at his new size, left to his own devices in a world where an wayward
insect might end his existence. Feeling his heart begin to race in panic, the
abandoned human stood frozen, terrified at being out in the open yet equally
afraid that if he moved to a less exposed position, his errant chaperone might
not find him again. After a few seconds of contemplation, John finally decided
to crouch down where the fairy had left him, pressing his mucus-soaked form
against the wood beneath him lest an rogue breeze send him tumbling down to the
ground below.
Covered in mucus and saliva, the
shrunken human spent the next several minutes wondering if he had been
abandoned or even worse, forgotten. Airy wasn’t the brightest, and even if the
fairy hadn’t intended to relinquish his human ward, with each passing moment
the chances that John’s winged captor might have simply forgotten where he left
his charge, or that he even had one in the first place, increased
exponentially. With a growing sense of dread, John eyed the glowing golden aura
around his skin as it gradually grew dimmer, fearful that the protective
barrier might evaporate at any moment, until the airheaded fairy finally
returned.
By the time Airy finally reappeared
with a leaf in hand, John was so relieved to not have been abandoned that he
didn’t even chastise his negligent captor for sneezing on him, and only showed
mild annoyance when his glowing tormentor insisted that the soiled human be
carried wrapped-up within the leaf like some shameful burrito. In fact, John
didn’t even ask where they were headed, just sitting in silent relief as Airy
carried him through the forest once more. It wasn’t until the fairy landed on a
tree branch in front of what looked to be a crudely made bark doorway that John
finally signaled for his chaperone to bring him up to his ear once more,
bristling slightly as Airy was sure to hold him at a slight distance.
“Is
this your house?” Glancing at the roughly fairy-sized piece of bark, John
couldn’t help but cast a confused look at his captor. Did Fairy’s even live in
houses? However, a shake of Airy’s head dismissed his guess.
“Not
mine. Tug’s.” Airy shrugged as he spoke, as if that were all the explanation
required.
“Tug?”
Not understanding, John probed further.
“My
friend. He’s a fairy like me, but blue. He also likes humans and even made a
house like yours.” Despite Airy’s rambled response, John was still no closer to
understanding their purpose in visiting this… Tug.
“Why
are we here?” John couldn’t help it as a note of worry crept into his voice. At
his size, dealing with one fairy was more than enough. Adding a second…
“You
said you wanted a bath, didn’t you?” However, Airy’s words immediately derailed
John’s train of thought. Even now, a stringy layer of drying mucus and spit
coated the shrunken human, making him feel more like a slug than an actual
person. What he wouldn’t give for a bath!
“Wait,
I thought fairy’s didn’t bathe!?” John’s voice vibrated with a mix of
irritation and hope. Only minutes earlier, the golden menace had been talking
about how dangerous water was, but now fairy’s took bathes?
“Tug’s a bit of a weirdo. He likes
to copy humans, including baths. He even made something called a bath-tube.”
Despite Airy’s mispronunciation of the word bathtub, the filthy human still
grew excited at the idea. No matter how crude, fairy’s couldn’t mess up
something as simple as a bath. Sensing his human’s excitement, Airy eagerly
marched up to the door, not even knocking before he pushed the bark door aside
and strode within.
With Airy’s glow as the only source
of light, John finally got his first glance at Tug’s “house.” Honestly, calling
it a hovel would have been generous. At its core, Tug’s residence was little
more than an old hollow in a tree. Although the floor had an unnatural
smoothness to it, everything else within the abode appeared to be a ramshackle
approximation of human dwelling. A rough pile of dried grass rested in the
corner with what appeared to be a wad of weeds which served as pillow,
mimicking a human bed. Three crude structures erected from acorn tops, twigs, a
shell of some sort, and held together by plant fiber formed the facsimile of
two chairs and a table. An old wooden cup sized for human, doubtlessly the
bathtub, rested in the corner.
“Tug’s not home. I guess he’s out of luck. He
would have loved to meet an actual human.” At Airy’s words, John couldn’t help
but rejoice. Dealing with one fairy was more than enough for his liking.
Approaching the “table,” Airy grabbed one of several acorn caps from atop its
surface, doubtlessly some approximation of human dinnerware, before approaching
the “bathtub.”
As Airy’s glow filtered over the
edge of the wooden cup and into the water beneath, John couldn’t help but draw
back in repulsion. Illuminated by the golden light, John could make out specks
of… something… floating atop the somewhat cloudy water and an oily film
shimmered across its surface. It was if someone had used the same bath water
for a month or longer. Actually…
John couldn’t suppress a gag at
the thought. That’s exactly what had happened! Looking around the room at the
crude mimicry of human civilization, it soon became apparent that this Tug didn’t have any real knowledge of
humans. There was a table, chairs, bowls, a bathtub, and a bed, but everything
else that made a human dwelling a home was absent. This fairy was just playing
at being human at best.
The splashing of water roused John
from his thoughts as Airy dipped the acorn cap into the bath water, scooping up
a bowl of the disgusting water. Not wanting to add month’s of another’s filth
to his current state, John struggled within his leaf binding trying to get
Airy’s attention, but already the fairy had removed him from hearing range,
carrying the shrunken human towards the fetid water. With a sinking feeling in
his stomach, John was helpless as Airy deftly flicked him into the awaiting
pool of water, assaulting his shrunken ward with the stench of…. Berries?
John’s
mind recoiled at the sensation that differed from his expectations. He had
anticipated the stench of filth, rot, and body odor, but instead he found
himself bombarded by the reek of berries. It was odd. Perhaps, it was the
fairy’s attempts at making a scented bath oil? Looking closer, the floating particulates
in the water could have been crushed flower petals or berries, though their
brownish color suggested they were anything but fresh. After a few moments, Airy sat the bowl of
water down upon the table where the overwhelming smell of fruit drew John’s
attention to what appeared to be a massive wooden pestle resting on the
tabletop nearby.
“Like this, you won’t have to swim
in the big bath-tube. You can just sit in the water and wash yourself.”
Ignoring Airy’s words, John’s gaze lingered on the crude tool before him.
Seeing the brown flecks of what he
presumed by the smell to be crushed berries smeared across its rounded tip,
John couldn’t help but feel his assessment of fairies shift. In all of the
tales he had heard, the winged menaces had been depicted as crude savages that
didn’t even wear clothes, let alone use tools. Yet here he was, faced with
clear evidence to the contrary. Perhaps Airy was a special case, even among his kind… As John continued to ponder, a
long silence gradually filled the room, causing Airy to shift uncomfortably
until he was finally driven to fill the silence.
“I’m sorry.” At his captor’s
words, John snapped from his thoughts, turning his attention back to Airy and
the bowl of water in which he stood. The fairy’s giant blonde head was looming
over him, his sickly sweet breath bombarding the smaller human as he leaned
inwards both to converse with his tiny ward and ogle John’s naked body.
However, since his unexpected change in size, John had already grown numb to
Airy’s violating stare. Reaching down, John began to wash away the grime from
his body as he listened to the giant idiot before him.
“I really didn’t mean to.
Strawberries make my throat a little itchy and my nose tingle, so sometimes I
sneeze. I’m really sorry.” However, as the winged moron before him continued
his apology, John couldn’t help but let out a shout of disbelief.
“You’re allergic to strawberries?”
Pausing as he wiped away the dried mucus, John looked up at his tormentor in
incredulity.
“Aller…what?” Airy tilted his head
in confusion, sending his golden locks swaying.
“It means… Never mind! I know you didn’t mean
it. It’s okay.” John couldn’t help but let out a sigh as he spoke. By this
point, John was beyond anger; He was just numb. He had been astonished by the
towering fairy’s stupidity so many times today that the fact Airy hadn’t simply
dumped him into the tub to drown was more surprising than the fact that he
continued to eat strawberries despite being allergic.
“That’s great!” Hearing his tiny
human friend forgive him so easily, the golden fairy leapt up, striking a
victory pose out of excitement. By about the time John finished scrubbing
himself clean, Airy plucked him from the acorn cap of water, holding him up
before his face with a radiant smile.
“Oh, I know a way to make it up to you!”
Seeing the brilliant gleam in Airy’s eyes, John swallowed the lump in his
throat before motioning for the fairy to continue with whatever ill-thought
plan his brain-dead captor had thought up.
“I know where there’s some wild
mint growing nearby. I can go grab a few leaves real quick. You can use it to
make yourself smell nice.” However, much to John’s surprise, Airy suggestion
actually seemed appealing. Although by now John had grown somewhat numb to the
cloying stenches coalescing all around him, having a bit of mint would be a
welcome reprieve from the unrelenting sweetness.
“I’d like that.” After taking a
moment to reflect, John replied. Honestly, having been left by himself on the
branches earlier, spending a few minutes away alone in the security of Tug’s
house sounded relatively safe. In fact, a few quiet minutes away from Airy
sounded appealing, now that he thought about it.
“Great! I’ll be back in a few
minutes. Sit tight.” Feeling the world rush passed, Airy swiftly brought John
over to one of the chairs, placing him down within the mound of dried grass
that served as a cushion before rushing off. Once more, John was struck by the
scent of berries intermingled with the smell of dried plant… along with the
spicy smell of cinnamon? However, as Airy and his golden glow left, plunging
the room into darkness, John quickly realized his mistake.
“Damn it!” Realizing that the
meager glow of his own aura was nowhere near enough to see by, John cursed his
own oversight. However, the darkness was only a small inconvenience. Soon enough,
as silence and peace began to settle down within the room, John couldn’t help
feel himself relax. Ever since this morning, he had been enduring Airy’s
endless chatter and nonsense in his attempts to get into the fairy’s good
graces, even before he had been shrunk. However, with the golden menace gone,
it was like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. For several
minutes, John simply reveled in the tranquility, until a chime-like voice
shattered the calm.
“… and over in the rivers blue, amidst the mist and morning dew…”
Chime-like and tone deaf… Listening to the erratic singing, it was like someone
had given a professional set of orchestral bells to a three year old. Each note
was beautiful and pure, resonating in the air with an otherworldly crispness,
and yet the tempo and beat was all wrong. The singer’s voice rose and fell
almost at random, and the song seemed to speed up and slow down on a whim.
However, before John could even process what the singing could mean, the door
to the hovel burst open and a blue light flooded the room.
“… is where the human maidens bathe, and you can see them if you’re brave!”
Punctuating the end of the song, the blue fairy’s voice rose in volume, causing
John to cringe at the high pitched feminine whine and lament the end to his
moments of peace. From his hiding place within the grassy cushion, John was
given the opportunity to study the new fairy he presumed to be Tug.
Although Tug shared much of Airy’s
otherworldly beauty, a myriad of human-like trinkets adorned the fairy, like a
finely cut sapphire adorned with trash. His silken cerulean hair was held back
in a rough ponytail, bound together by a cheap piece of twine. Rusted springs
wound their way around his forearms and calves as crude bangles, covering his
sky-blue skin with streaks of dirty red. He was even wearing a pair of crude
sandals crafted from leaves and strips of plant fiber. However, despite the
human-like adornments, not a strip of clothing covered the fairy, leaving his
slender figure exposed and his… Holy Fuck!
As the slender fairy approached
the table and sat a strawberry down on the chair opposite of John, the shrunken
human was treated to a sight he would have rather not seen. Nestled between the
azure fairy’s thighs, a turgid member dangled, reaching half way to Tug’s
knees. Like with Airy, the exquisite feminine beauty coupled with the monstrous
appendage dangling between his thighs was like a slap to John’s senses, sending
the human’s mind reeling.
Nestling deeper into the mounded
grass of the chair, John’s nose itched as the now familiar scent of berries and
the faint smell of cinnamon wafted towards him. With a growing sense of
realization, the human discerned that the smell of berries was Tug’s natural
scent, just as nectar was Airy’s.
Recognizing the saccharine scent suffusing the surrounding grass for
what it was and refusing to guess as to the nature of the spicy undertones, a
sense of revulsion filled John once more.
However, as Tug sidled up to the
tables edge and his crotch swung closer to John’s hiding spot, the human was
confronted with the identity of the spicy smell, despite his wishes otherwise.
As Tug’s cock swung nearer to the edge of John’s chair, the man was suddenly
struck by the overwhelming stench of cinnamon, causing the man to recoil as he
quickly covered his nose. Like it or not, he now recognized the spicy smell of
fairy cock, causing him to retch.
The sound of wood clattering
against wood could be hear above as Tug fiddles with something atop the table
until moments later the fairy drew away with his pestle in hand, heading over
to the bathtub in a few strides. Once there, Tug dipped the wooden pestle into
the tub, peering judgmentally into the waters beneath as he gave the wooden
pillar a gentle scrubbing, dislodging the residue from the tip into the basin
below.
“I’ll need to change that soon.”
At Tug’s low mumble, John recovered from the shock of the fairy’s scent,
quickly assessing his situation and finding himself in a bind. On the one hand,
the towering blue fairy had no idea he was here, bringing with it danger. At
any moment, the oblivious creature might decide to sit down. Yet, if he chose
to jump from the chair and take his chances on the floor, he might just as
easily be crushed beneath an errant footstep.
However, announcing his presence
without Airy present to mediate carried with it its own risks. John knew
nothing about Tug save that the fairy was apparently fascinated with humans, so
while he doubted that the fairy would kill him outright, there was no guarantee
that he’d ever find his way back into the relatively… somewhat safe hands of
Airy again. At his size, it would be simple for the blue fairy to hide him away
until his previous guardian left and keep him all to himself. I mean, what
could be better for a fairy interested in humans than a tiny shrunken human all
to himself? Finding himself in a difficult situation, John hesitated until Tug once again approached the table, pestle
in hand.
Swallowing the lump in his throat,
John came to a decision. Although he hated the idea of all the things this
fairy could do to him, he hated the
idea of being accidentally crushed to death even more. With a resolute
expression, the shrunken human stood up from his hiding place amidst the grass
mound on the seat of the chair, waving his arms to get Tug’s attention.
“Hey!” However, John’s efforts to
get the fairy’s attention proved fruitless. Despite his best efforts, the
distracted fairy ignored him completely, returning the pestle to the top of the
table once more and treating John to another up close viewing of his crotch.
Ignoring his disgust, John continued to wave and shout towards the fairy,
trying to get his notice.
“I wonder if Toot has any more
mulberries to trade?” As Tug mumbled to himself, the towering fairy reached
behind his back without looking, grabbing the chair as he flopped himself down
into the only remaining seat available. John had only a moment to realize what
was about to happen before the blue fairy’s scrawny butt plummeted towards him.
“He-“ Before John could even consider diving
for the edge of the chair, a mountain of sky-blue flesh fell down upon him,
smashing him violently into the chair beneath and driving the breath from his
lungs. Seated in the middle of the chair and shielded by the surrounding grass
cushion, the shrunken human was spared the full crushing weight of Tug’s body,
instead pinning him within the narrow cleft between his cheeks. The glowing
blue skin on either side of the man pressed in against him, holding John in place
like a vice.
“Although, Lala did have those
sunflower seeds. I bet I could trade for a whole bunch of those.” As the Tug
continued to contemplate, the overwhelming reek of berries and cinnamon
assaulted John’s nose, a fairy stink far stronger than any he’d ever
experienced prior. The searing heat of Tug’s flesh seemed to pour down into the
trapped human, seeping into his body and forcing him to break out in a sweat.
Faintly, a hint of something septic tickled at John’s nose, an ever-present
reminder of what sort of business took place not too far away. Trapped in the
claustrophobic grasp of the cheeks around him, John kicked his legs and
struggled, hoping to make his unwitting captor aware of his presence.
However, once again John’s efforts
proved fruitless. Oblivious to the shrunken human trapped beneath his
posterior, the titanic fairy continued to murmur to himself about all the
fairy’s he could trade with, occasionally breaking his murmur to take a sip of
what John guessed was his bath water. Once again, John couldn’t help but shiver
at the disgusting habits of the fairies, horrified at the thought of how his
present situation could have been were it not for the cleaning effects of
fairies’ magical auras. Realizing that wriggling was pointless, the shrunken
human grew still, assessing his situation.
As Tug
had sat down upon him, John had instinctively moved to try to avoid the
incoming fairy’s butt, resulting in him being pinned face up beneath the
oblivious titan with his arms against his chest, limiting his movement.
Although the pressure around him wasn’t enough to prevent him from crawling,
without the freedom to use his arm, John was helpless to propel himself
backwards, leaving the only possible direction he could travel forward towards
the source of the overwhelming stench of cinnamon. This left the unfortunate
human with two options: to stay where he was or to attempt to crawl beneath the
fairy and out on the other side.
For
John, the choice was obvious. As much as the idea of being pinned beneath this
fairy’s ass cheeks left him feeling humiliated, he had already grown somewhat
numb to the stench of fairy thanks to his time with Airy. He wasn’t currently
at risk of being crushed, and although it was hot, his current circumstances
were nothing compared to being violated by Airy’s mouth. Altogether, although
John wasn’t happy with his current situation, it was far better than the
alternative. Between the prospect of attempting to worm his way beneath Tug’s
scrotum and waiting for Airy’s return in his current situation, the latter
seemed infinitely more bearable.
However,
as John resigned himself to sitting and waiting on Airy’s return, a change took
place. Above him, the blue fairy shifted in his seat, scooting further
backwards presumably in a bid to find a more comfortable position. John
flinched, preparing to be squeezed by the surrounding butt-flesh, however the
cheeks around him instead receded, giving the shrunken human a little extra
room to breathe. For a moment, John was almost thankful for the reprieve, until
he noticed a dull blue flower fill his vision, accompanied by the stink of
sewage.
Before the human could even react,
Tug’s anus twitched, descending to plant a leathery kiss upon his face.