Lonely. Pure and utter loneliness. It lies within you, awake, drifting through your veins at any given moment.
Ocean water mists your toes as you step over lava rock, warmed up by the sun's ever glowing rays. Yet, when you look up, dark gray clouds are coming your direction, straight towards your house. By the time you reach your house, almost a few minutes after you enter, you can hear rain pouring down on your uninsulated roof, making it almost impossible to hear whatever your parents are screaming about in the kitchen. Instead of paying them any mind, you head to your room and begin to pack a bag for a small escapade to the wooded off area of your neighborhood, the one right behind your house.
In a bag, you throw a towel, soaps, sugary candies and your phone. The fae in the forest would love to have a snack when you visit. With one last look at your room, you expect to be gone for a few hours.
When you leave the house, the screams of your parents are echoing through your brain. But when you begin to cut through thick weeds, long grass scratching up against your exposed legs, the noises begin to fade.
You pass by a small crick, and already you can hear the giggle of your local fairy. You know it’s bad to deal with the fae, but at the same time, this one is just so gullible and so damn adorable. You could give him a handful of sweets that’d cost a dollar, and he’d be wrapped around your fingertips forever. Instead of indulging him, you decide that you’ll give him your favorite candy this time, multi colored sugar stars. If he didn’t like it, he’d have to deal with it. It’d be his own fault.
A few minutes into the walk you meet a river which will soon lead to the huge mango tree that you were looking for. However, the log that’s usually there looks especially rotted, you remember how long it’s been since you’ve last come visit. So, you take off your shoes and begin to wade through the river, not caring how gnats and other yucky bugs were flying around your legs, swatting them away every so often so you wouldn’t get bit. Although, a few do bite your legs, leaving them bleeding and raw. Once you escape the river, you’re able to rub the blood off on a leaf, and you continue your trek into the woods.
You’d known this fairy for a while now. In fact, you’ve known him since you were a child, when he had no name and was left abandoned by his parents in the middle of nowhere. You gave him his name - Doppio - because he smelled like the starbucks your mom frequents.
You remember telling your parents, so very excited, that you had found a fairy in the woods, and that they had ought to come over and see him, but of course, they were busy with work and other things.
You remember when you amputated his wings, too.
“A fairy is useless without wings.” He cries, trying his hardest to flutter small, delicate wings that would never work, no matter how much he tried. “That’s what my mama said when she left me here.”
“Well,” you reply, holding one of his upper wings in your hand, wrapping the stem of it with gauze and dripping rubbing alcohol on it, “that can’t be true. You’re a fairy, you’re magical no matter what!”
As you ready a pair of scissors in your small, childish hands, you pat him on the back, assuring him. “And you said your wings just make your back hurt anyways, so it’s gonna be better to just get rid of ‘em.”
You press your index finger against one side of his wing, and your thumb against another, squeezing the delicate flesh and veins that laid useless on his back, twitching because of his fear. “Now bite into the blanket and if it hurts too much, just tell me, alright?”
Before the young boy can even say ‘alright’ back, you make your first incision, snapping open delicate bone with dull, rusty scissors. Immediately he cries out, fingers curling into your baby blue blanket, dulled by a washing machine. His body twitches and shivers as you continue cutting, over and over and over until there is nothing left of that upper wing but a stump and left over fleshy film.
In that moment Doppio gasps- heart throbbing hard, tears pouring out of his soft brown eyes, lower left wing trying to flutter. “No more…” He cries out, but you don’t listen to him.
You wrap a ball of gauze around that bleeding stump, and prepare another to constrict the blood flow of his smaller lower wing. It’s shaking, along with the rest of his body, rightfully so. But you pay no mind to it, tightening the gauze around it until it’s so tight that his wing snaps on it’s own. You can hear Doppio screaming, muffled into your blanket, hitting his hand against the dirt so hard that it draws blood. This time, since it’s already snapped sufficiently, all you have to do is pull at it, and the wing comes clean off.
The fairy beneath you is screaming so loudly that it can’t be heard anymore, and yet you continue to cut. You snip into delicate bone, crushing fragments of it within your palm, wiping off blood and marrow onto your skirt, swatting away flies that are attempting to eat and lay eggs on the rotting limbs next to you. His feet curl with each cut, but it eventually comes to a point where he stops screaming. He’s left laying on your blanket, so exhausted and dry throated that he can’t even scream anymore, only left to sob.
By the time you stop cutting and wrap up the stumps, Doppio is beyond tired out, tear lines streaking down his face, and blood on your hands.
“Doppio…” You speak, finally looking down at the boy laying there, rubbing his palm against the soft fabric, “are you alright?”
“I love you.” He replies, looking at you with tears in his soft baby eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I…” You’re taken aback by his sudden words, but at the same time… “I love you too, Doppio.”
When you recollect on that situation, you realize how much he must have trusted you. He’s always trusted you like that. Since Doppio was born, he was seen as disabled and worthless by his own people. You were his only friend. You are his only friend.
Eventually, you reach Doppio’s mango tree, and knock on the huge trunk three times to let him know that you have arrived. You can smell him, as he’s aged his scent has gone from coffee shop to full on coffee cake- and that beautiful scent was invading your nostrils.
When you look up, you can see him, standing on a branch, long dress flowing in the summer night wind, staring down at you.
His light body falls from the branch and lands on the ground without a single sound, and he runs to you, wrapping you in his arms. You hug him back, smelling his scent, taking in how soft his skin was. After a moment’s hug, you step back and look at him.
He’s a bit shorter than you, not by a lot though, and his head is filled with beautiful silky pink locks. His skin is tanned, something that was only obtained by spending hours and hours in the sunlight. He doesn’t have any tanlines, after all, he only wears clothes when you come over to visit him. “It makes me feel lighter.” He’d say, as if he didn’t weigh 60 pounds at 5’10 (hollow bones do wonders). His clothes flow freely through the wind, cloth dress puffing up and showing almost a bit too much skin. But it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen all of his bits, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen all of yours, as well. (When you both sat on a fire ant hill, both without any underwear on, decency was the least of your issues.)
“I brought you some gifts.” You speak, taking your bag from off of your shoulder and opening the draw string.
“Oo? What is it?” As you open the bag, his hands dig into your bag, pulling out the candies and the glitter. He’s giddy, giggling as he opens up the candy bag and grabs a handful, shoving it into his mouth.
“Ich’s sho gud…” He whines in between chews, crunching down on rock hard sugar. His love of sweets was almost hilarious, but you couldn’t blame him. Sweets were in his blood, they made his heart pump and his smile grow larger.
“Is it?” You ask him, and he nods. “That’s good, it was expensive. They put some kind of fruit flavoring in this kind, can you taste it?”
“Mhh, I can…” He runs his tongue over his sharp teeth, taking in the taste as much as he can. Once the taste fades from his mouth, he sighs dreamily, looking at you with cute, watery eyes.
“Oh… is there anything that I can do to pay you back for this?”
“Well…” You say, looking at him, “you can take a shower with me in the waterfall. I brought soaps, too. Not like you need any, though.”
Doppio laughs at your words, it wasn’t funny, but he still is giggling like a beast. “Oh, of course!” He speaks, grabbing your hand, forcing you to run with him.
Your excitement grows with each step, and as you reach the waterfall that feeds into the rivers, your stomach begins to flip and flop. Doppio is still shoveling candies into his mouth, and every so often a candy falls onto the dirt beneath you, and you step on it with a small crunch.
You remember another event with him, after chopping off his wings, when you both had sat on the anthill. Remembered how much it hurt, how loud you screamed… and how he did the same as well. You remember how he ripped off your clothes, and how you did the same to him, and you both ran as fast as you could to the river to wash off the bugs, the bites, and the blood. Washing his body in the water, splashing his chest, rubbing his thighs, him reciprocating by rubbing your chest, splashing your thighs… and you remember once you were both done cleaning up, you remember running around the forest completely in the nude, playing together, feeling free from everything. There was school work to be done at home, there were things to do, chores to do, but there you were, naked as the day you were born, together.
You wanted to feel something like that again.
“Here!” He sings out, letting go of your hand, showing you the waterfall. And, with one swipe, his dress is off, exposing his beautiful tan body.
“Woah…” You laugh, pulling the shirt off of your back. “Can you get my bra?”
His little nimble hands unbuckle your bra, exposing yourself to the moonlight. You step out of your shorts and underwear, and you are fully in the nude. Doppio’s already stepped into the water, soap in hand, and begins to splash water in your direction. “Come on!”
You step into the water, it’s oddly warm, and it bubbles around your butt as you move towards the falls, watching as Doppio allows the water to flow over his beautiful nude body.
You’ve been attracted to him. You know that you’re attracted to him. But at the same time, when you see him like this… it’s like you’re falling in love all over again. You’ve done stuff with him, you’ve slapped his butt before, kissed his lips, made out with him- but it is in moments like that when you fall in love all over again.
Moonlit tan skin, baby soft skin, soft pink lips that are plump at all times, a cute plump ass- he’s everything to you. He’s beautiful, and you want him so badly, but you’d have to wait.
You move under the waterfall, taking the soap from Doppio’s hands, washing yourself right next to him. He watches you as you do this, brown eyes twinkling in the light, unknown to you, thinking about your beautiful body in the same way.
It is in that moment when your minds connect.
You look into each other's eyes, your hands interlocked, and at that moment, you move closer to his face, and kiss him.
Your chests press up against each others, lips interlocked, feeling each other. Doppio falls into you naturally, your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. His hands hold your waist, grab your hips and pull you close as his tongue fills your mouth, and you can taste the candy he was just eating.
“Yuck.” You say, moving his face away from yours. He laughs before kissing you once more, rubbing his nose against yours.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
“Nooo…” you whine, moving in to make out with him again. Doppio takes your left leg, lifting it and placing your crotch over his thigh. You start to grind your body on his thigh, still kissing him and grabbing at him. And, when he starts to move his thigh to your movements, you groan, kissing him just a bit harder.
You grind your pussy up against his thigh, you aren’t getting too much pleasure out of it, but it’s the meaning behind it that makes the both of you so hot inside. So, when you move your leg back, he isn’t that surprised. Your hand moves from his hip to in between his legs, where you touch him and find that he’s supremely wet. And it isn’t just from the waterfall.
“Doppio…” You smile, showing him your slick fingers. He looks a bit flushed at first, but then pushes your mouths together and kisses you once more. You hold him and push him to the edge of the river, pushing him up and forcing him to spread his legs. And, just as before, you can see how wet he is down there. Your hand rubs him as he shivers, two fingers collect sopping wet essence from his body.
You wash your hand in the water and lean in so you can lick him, propping his thighs open with your wet arms. He tastes good too, you can’t get too much of a good taste because of his wiggling, but you don’t mind that. He wraps his legs tight around your head to push you in even closer and you laugh- he kicks you for that, and pushes you in even closer. With his whine, you start to lick his cock again, fingers digging into his hips. His body moves into your movements, him grinding up against your face.
He’s adorable like this, his hands grabbing your hair, toes curling, mouth wide open and moaning… if only you could see him, but your eyes were closed and your mouth was busy lapping at his wetness. His thighs quake around your head, he’s crying your name and yet you continue to lick, despite him being so overwhelmed.
You move away for a split second, allowing him time to breathe, but also moving your arm into a comfortable position so you can finger him. You knew if he still had wings that they’d be thumping at a furious pace, by the way his legs are shivering can only lead you to said assumption. He’s not making much noise now, but he’s breathing so heavily, if you were in any other circumstance you’d ask if he needed to slow down, but those heavy breaths were telling you that the pace you were going at was just right.
“Keep on-” Doppio takes a deep inhale, moving his body so he’s sitting up just a little more, “keep on going just like that, oh god…” His eyes flutter shut, a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead.
“Your eyes are rolling back.” You tease, curling your fingers just a little bit. He nods absentmindedly, moving with your hand. You kiss his lower belly, he blushes and tries to push you away but it’s playful, he’s smiling and gasping while you give him your love.
You can feel his walls begin to tighten around your fingers, his thighs shaking hard with each pump. Your fingers curl upwards and you press into his sweet spot, leaning in to suck on his cock. Finally, you can feel his insides begin to flutter around your digits, his entire body rolling into your face, whining hard into the warm summer air. It seems desperate, like his body is making a weak attempt to suck you in. It’s cute, he makes soft whimpers as you take your mouth off of his clit, and the satisfied noise that he makes when you pull your fingers out of him is just as sweet.
Doppio takes a moment to lay on the grass beneath him, breathing hard. He sits up a bitm looking at you and then his lower half. “So good…” He brushes a bead of sweat and hair from his forehead and lays back down.
“... What about me?” You speak, looking at his now relaxing body.
“Huh?” Doppio sits back up and looks at you, you’re lifting yourself up and standing over his body. Doppio gulps, looking at your beautiful naked form.
“I said, what about me?” You stand over Doppio’s head, water dripping onto his neck and face. Doppio swallows hard, looks up at you and nods.
You sit down on his face.
Doppio’s hands grip your waist, his soft fingers digging into your sides. His tongue laps at your clit, your body shivering with each taste at your body. The more he licks you, the more you realize how sensitive you’ve gotten from touching him like that. He can tell how riled up you’re getting, he grabs your ass and slaps it, making you yelp in surprise. You can hear him giggling, but instead of doing anything you lean your head back and grind your body into his face harder.
Instead of slapping you again, his hands hold your butt, helping you grind into him. You can feel your orgasm coming, you curse yourself for it being so soon, but his tongue is so wet and his body is so cute… his hands grabbing you, his body fitting perfectly against yours, his soft whines and breaths when he moves from in between your legs, him, him him…
Your body rolls forwards into his face, shivering with each soft lick that eases you through your orgasm. Doppio stops licking you once you come off of it, you lift your body from his face and shiver a bit as you move to the side, then laying on the soft grass beneath you. Doppio lets out a deep sigh and sits up, stretching his arms above him and then slipping back into the water.
“We both got all dirty again…” He whines, moving to go back under the waterfall. You look down at yourself and see that yes indeed, you had gotten dirty. There’s mud on your knees, grass in your hair and something dripping down your leg. Looking at Doppio you can see mud and grass on his back and hair, and his legs shivering as he makes his way to the waterfall.
You move away from the grass and walk in the river, going under the falls and you begin to wash yourself. But just as you’re about to reach for the remaining bar of soap, you can feel Doppio wrap his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“I-I’ll wash you…” he says, kissing your neck.
You spend the rest of your night being washed by Doppio. His way of washing you is cute, he puts soap in your hair and mushes it around until it looks all silly and makes fun of you, you slap him and he laughs even harder.
It’s something about being around him that comforts you. His all around energy, his scent, how gentle he is when he’s washing you, like you’re made out of glass. How, every so often, he comes in closer and kisses your neck and nuzzles into you, like you’ve been lovers for years. His everything, it took you away from the day to day life, and lulled you into a kind of happiness you’ve never felt in your entire life.
Once he’s done washing you, you wash him too. Playing with his bubblegum pink hair is soothing, watching it squish around in your hands as you wash and braid it back together makes you smile. Deep conditioning him, his eyes rolling back in satisfaction while you massage soap into his body.
When you’re both finished washing up, you get out of the river together, picking up your clothes and heading to the tree. Doppio has some towels around his mango tree, and he floats upwards to get them for you. Even though he doesn’t have any wings, he’s still so lightweight that with the correct positioning of his body, he can float. You wish that you could come up with him, but you knew that if you climbed up there, you wouldn’t want to come back down. And it’s already getting so late…
After finished drying off, you drop the towel to your feet and begin to put your clothes on. Doppio watches you from above, completely nude, uncaring.
That was what made you distinct from him. At the end of the day, you had to go back to your human world. The magic of being with him would end, eventually. Work is still happening. Human standards are still happening. The chains of a modern society are calling your name, and you know that you have to go back to it. You still have to put your clothes back on.
Doppio would stand in his tree, maybe being bored at times, but he was free. Not restrained by work or school, his worries only consisted of washing his clothes, protecting his home and finding a meal. That was all. You were envious of his lifestyle, but you would never tell him that. Instead, once fully dressed, you wave goodbye to him and head home.
It seems like nobody’s noticed you've been gone. There’s an open pizza box with a slice left. You eat it, it’s cold. You wish that you could be with Doppio. You remember asking him what he eats during the day, he says that he mainly catches fish and eats the fruit that fall off his tree. You wanted to be with him, you wanted to live with him, but you couldn’t. Maybe someday, you’d live with him. Together in the forest, you’d make a treehouse. You’d forget about society. Entertainment would be reading books and finding interesting bugs. Waking up next to him everyday, being naked as the day you were born, not a single worry in your mind. In a sense, maybe you’d become a fairy, too.
Maybe one day.