“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.