Along the king's highway, among the edge of the tree line, a small fairy flitted her way between the scraggly firs and majestic spruce. At first glance, it appeared she had no particular destination in mind. She kept stopping every so often, perched on a branch and looked expectantly toward the road a few moments then then took off again. As she steadily made her way south, she soon spotted a dot moving toward her in the distance. Landing once again on the edge of a branch, she sat and kicked her dangling legs, waiting for the dot to move closer.
Nearing a suitable distance, the outline of a wagon soon came into view, a merchant's cart pulled by an old bay horse. Four wheels with thick spokes carried tall sideboards forming an enclosed box. In that box tied down with ropes so they wouldn't jostle were thick kegs, large burlap sacks, a few bundles of animal skins, and other things she didn't recognize. In front of this assortment of goods in the box seat of this buckboard style wagon sat a human, male, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties.
His clothing was of mid quality, higher than the typical workman could afford, but not so gaudy as the high-class nobility was prone to flaunt. A simple utilitarian pair of mud stained thick soled riding boots adorned his feet. A protective leather sleeveless tunic covered a soft cotton white undershirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
A bandolier secured to a black belt held a high-quality dagger and pouches of varying size containing receipts, ink, quills and parchment.
Draped along the backrest of the seat next to him was a long black cloak with animal fur adorning the hood and shoulders, emblazoned with the symbol of his employment: a pair of scales atop a cornucopia of merchandise found throughout the region.
He was of lean, yet sturdy frame, clean shaven with short cropped hair. Grayish blue eyes looked ahead unseeing, daydreaming, maybe of more interesting things than sitting, slowly waiting for the miles to pass.
The fairy looked poised to move toward the wagon, assessing its contents, the man and his horse. Making up her mind, she bee-lined straight for the wagon. With nervous excitement, she alighted on the seat next to the driver.
"Hello human. What's your name?"
The driver jumped, looking around, startled. His eyes landed on the diminutive occupant next to him. She appeared to be about six or seven inches tall. Four pairs of translucent wings dotted her back, glimmering with each slight movement, bending the light into a cavalcade of soft rainbows. She wore a small transparent cloak of Arachne silk interwoven with green vine patterns.
Sitting upon her brow was a wreath of white 'pearly-everlastings'; a type of flower that grows in cold climates. Her hair was black with two thick braids, one behind each of her pointed ears, the rest was free flowing fanning down to her mid-back. Two tiny violet clematis flower petals draped down over her larger than expected breasts like little flaps hiding her nipples but doing nothing to conceal the sides.
Her midriff was bare with a dress composed of four of the same type of petals but larger, hung down to her knees. They covered her front, back and sides but left a gap between, offering a flirty view of her proportioned thighs. Her tiny feet were covered with nearly translucent stockings made of possibly the same material as the cloak, dyed slightly white.
Her complexion was of a person who enjoyed spending just enough time outdoors to be sun-kissed but not enough for a tan; in other words, ruddy. A smattering of freckles powdered the bridge of a cute button nose. She carried two medium packed satchels under each arm, hanging from her shoulders.
She looked him up and down with an intensely energetic inquisitiveness, as if she was assessing his worth.
She looked nothing like the stories he'd heard or seen in picture books. She wasn't fair skinned and twig thin. If he'd have to use three words to describe her they'd be: adorable, hardy, cuddly.
Impatient, playful amethyst eyes stared at him, awaiting an answer. Blinking several times to make sure he wasn't still daydreaming, he reflexively answered her question:
"Um, hello? I'm Devin Ebonplume, a traveling merchant."
She broke into a smile and started barraging Devin with what sounded like her life story:
"himynameisAzaleaandIfinallycameofageandleftmyhomeonajourneytofindalifematebutI'mnotsuresurehowand..."
"Whoa, hold on." Devin cut in. "Slow down, start from the beginning at a slower pace, please.
"Sorry." Azalea said sheepishly. "It's been awhile since I've talked to someone. My name is Azalea Nymfewood. I've left my village in search of a life-mate. I believe I may have found one but I'm uncertain if they will accept it and how to go about broaching the subject."
Still trying to come to terms that a real fairy was having a dialogue with him randomly out of the blue, and about her future love life no less; being curious (and insanely bored) a conversation might help pass the time.
Devin thought for a moment. "If I may suggest, maybe just start with casual conversation, ask about hobbies, interests, maybe what you or they want out of the relationship. Get to know them."
Azalea sat down cross-legged, her dress fanning out around her.
"Good idea!" She exclaimed. "So, what hobbies do you have?"
"Well, I enjoy..."
Devin began, then paused.
"Wait a minute." Maybe he was sluggish from the late lunch he had and from sitting in the sun all day. "This life-mate you're referring to," Devin began slowly, "it wouldn't happen to be me would it?"
"Yup! Who else would it be about, silly?"
There was a slightly awkward silence as Devin processed this information. Devin assumed she was talking about a boy fairy.
"Is...is this common amongst your kind?" Devin asked.
"Hmm, I wouldn't say it's common, but it's not exactly rare either. My mother married a piglin," she answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Another awkward silence as Devin tried to figure out what in the world this conversation had divulged into.
How would that kind of relationship work? Thinking of the most blaring and maybe obvious problem first: "Forgive my ignorance." Isn't there, ya know, a slight size problem among, um, a pairing like that?" He queried.
"Fairies are pretty stretchy," she answered, rocking back and forth. "If our life-mate is bigger than what we can handle, we have.....other ways to please them." She giggled.
Devin's imagination was actively trying to decrypt that last statement.
"Ok...but why a human, or more importantly, why me?!"
"Well..." She put her pointer fingers together cutely. "Several reasons: I'm very curious about human culture. I've heard they make super big villages out of trees & stone and there are tons and tons of different people who live together and they cook all kinds of tasty food!" "Also, you didn't look like a scary person. Your horse, even though she is really old, looks like she is strongly loyal to you, so I figured you couldn't be a bad person if she trusts you."
The information about his horse surprised him. He knew she was getting along in years, but not that he had that level of rapport with her.
Azalea continued on: "you look like you travel a lot. I've spent all my life in my village and really want to see the world." "And, lastly," Azalea continued in a slightly quieter voice, "I like to be stuffed...." She rubbed her thighs together, looking at Devin's crotch hungrily. "While I've never taken something quite as big as a human, I could fit you...maybe...probably...?"
Devin raised an eyebrow at this final reason. Maybe she just wanted a free ride with benefits. He took a deep breath, searching her eyes and posture for any type of alternative motive or mischief, but she appeared to be very serious.
"Let me take a moment to think. This is all so sudden."
"Okie," she chirped.
Devin had heard of many inter-demi-human couples, though never with a fairy. While he wasn't opposed to the idea, he always kind of imagined it would be with a human girl, settling down in a town somewhere and...he wasn't quite sure what he'd do afterward. Azalea already said she wanted to travel and see new places, so not settling down appeared to be a plus to her. He was also slightly concerned about her lack of caution. Coming right up to a random stranger, especially one much bigger than her, didn't seem the most sensible thing to do. Humans weren't known to always be the most benevolent of species.
Fairies supposedly knew magic, so maybe she wasn't as defenseless as she appeared. Mulling over the last issue of size; Azalea said it wouldn't be a problem. While sex alone wasn't a make or break decision, he admitted he was slightly aroused by the idea of seeing her petite form wrapped around him. Mulling over these thoughts, he looked his attention back to his tiny guest and gawked. She had the front petal of her dress lifted, legs splayed and three fingers stuffed into her pussy with her thumb circling her clit. A small wet puddle was beginning to form under her bottom.
Noticing his stare, she smiled sweetly, removed her fingers and spread her lips, offering a clear view of her vagina, drooling a generous amount of lubricant.
He was impressed by how swollen her lips were. They were downright puffy. He hadn't seen them in their non-aroused state so he wasn't sure she was naturally like that or if it was due to her excitement. She was obviously trying to tip his decision to a yes by offering further incentive.
Azalea cocked her head to the side as if saying: "well, will you be my life-mate?"
Tearing his eyes away from her pussy: "Is this something you really want? We come from completely different backgrounds and cultures?"
"I've spent the last two years looking for a life-mate, not just among humans, but many other demi-humans. You're the first one to have seriously caught my fancy," she explained as she pulled the little hood covering her clit back, rubbing it needfully.
