“Hey!
That’s rude!”
Kayla
paused, holding her net against the tree. In all her time as an
entomologist, she couldn’t say she ever had a bug talk back to her.
But
then again, looking more carefully, the thing in her net wasn’t a
bug — it had iridescent wings, sure, but it had no exoskeleton, no
thorax, no antennae. In fact, it had bare skin and wild hair,
something she was sure were not things insects had. Though in terms
of hair, she supposed you could make the argument for bees and moths,
but —
“Hello?!
Are you listening to me?!”
“Sorry,”
Kayla said automatically, whipping her net away from the tree. Too
quickly — the rim of the net clearly bonked the fairy (an actual
for real fairy?!) on the head. “Sorry,” she repeated
breathlessly. What was she supposed to do here? She had heard about
fairies before, of course, but that was all from cartoons or
children’s books or folklore. And all of them said very conflicting
things about the nature of fairies. “Are you okay?”
“What
d’ya think you’re doing, huh?” The tiny being fluttered up
right between her eyes, forcing her to lean back to properly see it.
“I’m
sorr-“
“If
you say ‘sorry’ one more time, I swear I’m gonna knock you
out!”
Kayla,
politely, did not laugh. As much as the idea of it seemed ludicrous
to imagine, she didn’t need to piss off the fairy any more. And it
was entirely possible that it could knock her out. Somehow. “I’m
out here catching bugs, and I thought you were one.”
“What’s
with you humans and catching bugs!? This is the second time today!”
“You
ran into Alex? Uh, my colleague,” Kayla clarified. “Could
you…erm…would it be too much trouble for you to point out where
she went?”
The
fairy fluttered. “You know what? I’ll show you where she is.”
Oh
man. She really didn’t want to be around this thing longer than she
had to. It just smacked of danger. “No, no, you don’t have to go
out of your way — “
“Are
you denying a favor from a fairy?” The voice was low, deliberate.
Oh man.
“No!
Of course I am, um, oh so grateful for your time.” Was it silver
that fairies hated? Or steel? Iron? It didn’t matter, she had
absolutely no idea what sort of metal she had on her. Quick, maybe
she could still talk her way out of this without offending.
But
the fairy didn’t give her any time. “Good! Follow me!” And it
zoomed off, weaving around the trees.
Kayla
stumbled after it, hampered by the weight of her backpack and the
disadvantage of being flightless. She could barely make out the fairy
in front of her as it flew at a distance that must have been designed
to be too far to follow at an easy pace but not so far that she would
lose track of it. This continued for quite some time, until the fairy
finally stopped in a different part of the forest and hovered as
Kayla leaned against the nearby tree to catch her breath. She felt
sweaty. So sweaty, apparently, she couldn’t even keep her hand
steady on the tree trunk. She punctuated her panting with, “So…is
she…here…?”
The
fairy only answered by holding something out. Kayla squinted at it.
It might have been a jar? With something dark inside. The fairy was
already so small she could barely make out its features most of the
time, so something it could hold in its hand was almost impossible to
discern. Kayla shifted the weight of her backpack and peered closer.
The something inside the tiny jar was moving, maybe. A living
creature? A bug? It probably would be easier to just ask.
“What
is this?” Kayla said, looking back at the fairy, who smirked back.
Wait.
Smirked?
“Your
friend,” the fairy trilled, shaking the jar slightly, and Kayla’s
heart leapt at the implication, the same thing was going to happen to
her, actually it was happening to her now, why else would she be able
more clearly see the fairy’s sharp ears, the imperious expression,
and she lurched backwards only to become unbalanced, the weight of
her backpack too much for her to fight against, and too late she
noticed the way her sleeves flapped, her pants sagged. The landing
knocked the breath out of her and she saw mushrooms lined all around
— a fairy ring, her memory supplied, and this couldn’t be
anything good, she had to get up and run, but at this point, she was
like a turtle. As much as she strained, she couldn’t even sit up
with her pack weighing her down. Her arms were hanging off the bottom
of the straps, her legs getting pulled up and out of her underwear.
She’d have to abandon it, obviously, but even looping her arms out
of the straps wasn’t enough — they were still trapped in her
sleeves, and if that wasn’t bad enough, without the straps holding
her up, she ended up sliding down her pack and further into her
shirt.
It
was startling how long the trip down was, just to the forest floor,
when she had already been sitting on it. Or at least, thought she had
been sitting on it. Kayla yelped as she landed for a second time and
flailed in the fabric. It wasn’t dark, the muted sun was still
enough to see by, but it was disorienting. Her first instinct was to
scramble out the way she came in, but when she grabbed her shirt and
tried to climb, she found herself too heavy despite her size and only
succeeded in pulling more shirt down on top of her. Like an
avalanche, it piled up in heavy folds that she could feel getting
heavier.
She
wriggled between walls of fabric, grasping for some sort of hold to
pull her out, but for a long time, everything she grabbed would only
pull towards her rather than help pull herself out. Eventually, she
was small enough to simply crawl out of the crevice between wrinkles,
and she ran, tripping over small creases, then tripping over threads,
until she finally made it out into the light.
She
flinched at the sudden glare of the sun and so didn’t see the net
coming until it scooped her up into the air. She screamed, feeling
herself pressed into the weave as she rose an impossibly long way,
and bounced weightlessly when it stopped, right in front of —
Well,
what she could only assume were the fairy’s eyes.
They
were bright, perhaps larger than billboards, the color an eccentric
purple, and oh god, Kayla must be an inch tall at best, and then she
remembered how small the fairy had been and her sense of dread only
grew.
“There!”
the fairy’s voice boomed. “Now you know how it feels!”
“Yes,
I do, I swear I’ll be more careful in the future! I’m so sorry,
please let me go!” Kayla begged.
Those
voluminous eyes blinked at her. “Nah. You see, you stepped into my
ring. That means you’re mine.”
Those
words barely sank in before she was on the move again, swinging
through space. “You did so much worse than your friend,” she
heard, before two walls of flesh approached her — fingers, she
dimly recognized — and pinched her lightly, lifting her part of the
net over the opening and then letting her fall. She rolled down the
weave, fell into an expansive, glassy container, and right when she
thought she would splatter against the bottom, she landed on a
different fleshy surface.
“Gotcha,”
Alex whispered softly, cradling her in her hand. Kayla lay there,
breathing heavily, her fingers digging into the palm beneath. It
didn’t seem to hurt Alex, at least.
The
jar around them shuddered, then made a sudden, short drop, causing
Kayla to hover in the air for a moment before dropping back into
Alex’s hand. “Just hanging us off the belt,” Alex explained,
and then the scenery around them blurred.
It
took a long while for Kayla to shakily sit up. At the very least,
Alex wasn’t too big — well, she was, massive even, but compared
to the fairy, not such an overwhelming presence. Kayla could even see
both her eyes at once, even her nose and mouth, without having to
move. Which was, to be honest, a depressingly low standard.
Alex
couldn’t sit without curling up in the jar, though whether that was
because the jar itself was particularly small or Alex was
particularly big, Kayla couldn’t tell. Given that the jar was meant
to easily hang off of the fairy’s hip, though, Kayla assumed the
former. Alex was peering down at her with worry. “Are you okay?”
“No!”
Kayla screamed back. “How can I be okay?! Look at us!”
“Maybe
it won’t be so bad?” Alex said, then winced at her own statement.
Kayla
opened her mouth to retort, only to yelp when the glass around them
was suddenly enclosed in a hand. The cork above popped out, and then
two lithe fingers slipped inside and threaded themselves under Alex’s
shoulders. Instinctively, Alex held Kayla close to herself, meaning
Kayla suddenly found herself face-first in Alex’s breast and was
now very much aware that the two of them were nude.
“Oh,
where’s the littler one?” the fairy asked.
Kayla
felt herself get briefly pressed into Alex’s palm when she took a
breath. “I’m holding her.”
“Come,
let me see her.”
There
was a pause, and then Alex drew her hand away from her chest. Kayla
found herself blinking in the light once more, though this time it
was candlelight rather than sunlight. They were inside a house that
smelled strongly of oak, on a desk that was rather sparse. Maybe the
fairy had cleared it off just for them.
Kayla
could see much more of the fairy now, those dark, beady eyes, the
wild, short hair, a skin that seemed to glisten. It was looming over
them, one arm leaning right beside them, the other supporting its
head. Its fingers looked gracefully thin and long.
“From
now on, I’m your owner,” it declared proudly. “But I will give
you a good life. You will live far longer than you would have
otherwise, trust me.”
“Please,
let us go back to our normal lives,” Kayla said shakily. The
mountainous fairy looked surprised.
“Why?
You’ll have a better one here. We’ll have so much fun!” Seeing
their expressions, the fairy pouted. “I suppose I’ll have to
convince you…oh! I know!” And with that worrying prelude, the
fairy reached out towards them, its hand moving far too quick for
something that big. Reflexively, Alex hugged Kayla close and
scampered back, only to be caught by another hand behind her. “Now,
now. I just need to borrow your friend for a moment.”
The
fairy took hold of Alex’s wrist and pulled, revealing Kayla once
more. Two fingers, so large that she could distinguish the grooves of
their prints, squeezed her in a surprisingly delicate grip before
whisking her upwards as the fairy released Alex. As Alex stumbled and
fell over, she cried out, “Please, don’t hurt her!”
“Aw,
I wouldn’t hurt something so cute. Not on purpose, anyways.” The
fairy pinned Alex down by her shoulders as Kayla desperately tried to
wriggle, but the fingers were immovable. “Let’s see… where is
it? Ah! There we go.”
The
sight that greeted Kayla confused her for a moment, dark walls to the
right and left, a hairy mound in front, something oddly fleshy and
slick approaching fast, but she quickly realized what it was when she
noticed what looked something like a round, pink pearl, if pearls
were almost as large as her head. With amazing dexterity, the fairy’s
fingers maneuvered Kayla so that, legs spread, she landed right on
Alex’s clit, making them both jolt and gasp. Alex bucked her hips,
which only pushed her clit deeper inside Kayla, making her moan out
in ecstasy. It strained against her walls, compressed in such a small
space, but in a way that Kayla couldn’t help but crave, and she
grinded against it, trying to ease it further in, it filled her up
completely, it was nothing she ever felt before, it was amazing, it
was, it was,
With
a breathy cry, Kayla relaxed and slumped back in the fairy’s
supporting fingers. The world was a haze of satisfaction. Who knew
this sort of bliss existed? She roused herself as the fairy brought
her back up to her face. “Now, I’ll need your help to let her
finish too,” it said impishly.
“Whuh?”
Kayla managed, and then night fell. The fingers dropped her onto
something soft and wet and bumpy, and terror gripped her once more as
she struggled to her feet and tried to run for the fairy’s lips,
but she couldn’t even make it to the tip of the tongue before it
closed, flooding her in darkness. Her breathing accelerated, which
didn’t help — every breath was weighted with the humidity of the
fairy’s saliva, driving her situation further home. She thought she
vaguely heard something from the outside world before the floor
bucked and rolled her about, splashing her into an even softer
surface. Before she could try to push herself onto her feet again,
the sky landed on her, pressing her into the quagmire she found
herself in. Thankfully, she had closed her mouth and didn’t find
herself drowning in spit.
“Of
course I’m not eating her, but if you make me talk any more, I
might accidentally swallow her.” The words rumbled through Kayla’s
chest, and then the pressure on top of her lifted before the fairy’s
tongue slid under her again, whisking her off her feet.
The
fairy opened her mouth, blinding Kayla with light once more. She was
being displayed to the world on top of a carpet of tongue, though
only to an audience of one. Alex was staring at her, clutched in the
fairy’s hand, angled towards her to reveal the same sight as
before. Now that she could sort of see Alex from the perspective of
the fairy, Kayla couldn’t help but admit that…well, she looked
very cute, her legs dangling, arms wrapped around a thumb that was
caressing her breasts. Did she look this cute to Alex too?
And
then the fairy stuck her tongue, Kayla and all, inside Alex.
She
was being squeezed all around, the tongue roiling underneath her and
the walls pushing above. She wriggled and shoved, trying to make at
least some space for herself, only for everything to shove her right
back with an accompanying moan that shook her head to toe. Alex was
enjoying this.
Alex
was enjoying her.
Kayla
knelt on the tongue, got her hands under her, and pushed upwards,
almost laughing at the resulting squeak. Her back was handling the
pressure well. As if sensing her determination, the tongue stilled,
giving her more stability, and she took the opportunity to brace her
arms against the ceiling, shouldering it. Alex’s walls were taut
and soft at the same time, reminding her of bongos, so it seemed
appropriate, now that her hands were directly on them, to slap it.
Though, considering her positio, she mostly tapped her fingers
against it. But each tap seemed to reverberate, Alex reciprocating
with increasing pressure until it pressed Kayla flat with an
accompanying scream and a geyser to the face. The only reason Kayla
had not been washed out was because of the tongue blocking the way.
The
tongue retreated, sliding under her. “See? Fun! Oh, whoops, I think
she’s still in there. Shall I get her out, or…”
Two
black fingers squirmed their way to Kayla’s feet, less graceful
than the fairy’s. Kayla felt the hitched breath as she was dragged
out, and so greeted Alex with a smug grin. Despite being the one
dangled upside-down in front of a face larger than her entire body,
it was Alex who looked bashful.
Above
them, the fairy smirked, though there was a surprising amount of
fondness for someone who had threatened to knock her out when they
first met.
Maybe
it won’t be so bad after all.