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.