Chapter 0 - Nature's Song

Spring Day


Olivia giggled frantically as she ran down the stone stairs from the back patio into the garden, the hem of her dress fluttering frill, lacings lapping at her slender legs and a sketchbook clasped in her hands. In the distance she could her family’s gardener yelling from behind half trimmed hedges telling her slow down or else she’d trip and break her neck. She smirked impishly as she stopped from the mid part of the stairs, stooping as low as her legs could take her and her arms outstretched behind her back, and then jumped as far as she could, landing all the way on the bottom stone platform. The old codger sputtered, clutching his trimmers so hard that they looked ready to snap. Olivia then stood straight up with her arms up in the air pointing apart from each other as if she were expecting to be scored by a line of judges. With a begrudging grunt, the gardener clapped as Olivia bowed deeply.


She liked to play these little games, such as skipping from one stone to the next while trying not to touch the grass. Her brothers and sisters told her that she looked ridiculous when she did that and that she was too grown up to still be acting like such a silly child, but she never paid those comments any mind. After all, maturity was just a mindset, and she never wanted to *grow up*  just to act like every other boring adult even though she was of age.


Her mind wandered, slipping into a not so distant memory of angry glares and crashing dinnerware. As she turned she saw her father, downing a glass of wine before tossing it over his shoulder whereupon the servants in the kitchen scrambled to sweep it up.


“You need to realise your place!”


She could still remember her father scowling down at her, a cold anger in his brown eyes after she had made a fool of herself at the dinner party and he had pulled her into the kitchen where only the servants could hear them. Through the double doors she could still hear the murmurs of gossip from the guests, talking about Olivia’s very embarrassing show. Embarrassing, in that an upper class girl was expected to not act so immature; making inappropriate jokes that often resulted in the aristocratic upper class feeling insulted, getting up on the stage with the live band to sing the songs she wrote herself, and  eating non finger foods with her hands - and that was the least of her crimes.


“You’re coming of age in about a weeks time and should be getting ready to find yourself a good husband. Someone with high station came to tonight's party, and I had  hopes to convince him to let his son take your hand in wedlock, and you had just botched it!”


“So?” Olivia asked, crossing her arms. “I didn’t want to marry his son in the first place. He’s so stuffy that whenever we’re in a room together I have to open up a window. Not to mention he’s fat, dull, misogynistic, and hasn’t picked up book since he was in eighth grade.”


“None of that matters!” yelled her father, his knuckles turning white at his sides. “That’s just the way things are! Why can’t you just obey?!”


Olivia frowned, standing in the center of an iron arch, vine wrapping themselves around the onyx bars as they curled in nearly endless spirals.


“How many more days of freedom do I have left?” she whispered, the slightly chilly air nipping at her ears.


Nobody answered. She didn’t expect someone to.


She had always been alone. Nobody dared talk to her as her father guarded her furiously, keeping her safe, and trying to control her. Some of the servants still talked to her like the gardener, but whenever she left the grounds it was always with grim faced guards in tow. The garden was the only place she felt like she was truly free.


With a sigh, Olivia decided brushed away the memory, storing it in a box where all the things that made her sad were kept inside; lock and key. Right now she just wanted to enjoy this day while she could, just as Spring was finally beginning to fully bloom. Her nose twitched in response to all the pollen in the air. Seemed she’d need to take her allergy medicine soon, else she might get a nasal cavity infection like she did a few years back.


She loved this time of year; her allergies not so much though. However, one thing she did like most about the spring season was the creatures that would come here, and was the main reason she had such fond memories of this garden.


Her only friends.


 In fact, she thought she could hear one of them at that very moment. There was a faint hum in the air that one could easily mistake for a bee, but Olivia knew how to distinguish it by listening to the pitch and the occasional sound of bells. Something flashed past a fork in the path ahead, darting into a patch of wide leaves that receded as soon as they were touched.


Olivia took after it, jumping over a shrubbery covered in pastel pink flowers and pushing past a curtain of weeping willow leaves. She ran down the pebble laden path taking shortcuts occasionally whenever the buzzing led her off of it. The sound got louder and louder until she realized it was coming from the direction of the pond making her pick up her pace.


“Curse these sandals!” she exclaimed, stopping to throw them off and then continuing her chase, a little bit faster. Father wasn’t going to like the dirt she was going to track into the manor later, but she didn’t care. It felt good to feel the dirt anyway which had soaked up much of the humidity from yesterday's heat snap.


Eventually she came to a stop on the edge of the pond, a blanket of toadstools and lily pads stretched out before her. On the north side she could see what she was after, glowing a brilliant spring green as it hovered over a particular large floret.  Clutching her sketchbook to her chest, Olivia jogged around the water over to the other side, not particularly worried about scarring this creature off.


“There you are,” said Olivia with a grin as she kneeled down onto the ground. She could already hear her father complaining about how the maids were going to have to grass stains off of her dress but all she could focus on was the fairy alighting on the flowers petals before her.


It landed on one foot then brought the other down without so much as a ripple on the water’s surface. Then it looked turned it’s head up at Olivia and smiled.


She blushed.


The fairy had an appearance of a young woman with a very slender build and modest but perky breasts. All fairies shared that body type, and all the fairies were female as well though nobody quite knew why. They were naked; their wings were more like flowing patterns of light pouring from their backs they fabricated whenever they took to the air. Many theorized they didn’t actually need wings to fly as they often could be seen walking in the air like they were on solid ground, and curious hands that attempted to touch their wings would pass on through like they were just mist.


Fairies came in all colors and elements - ranging from a sunnish yellow to melancholy blue based mostly on what subspecies they were - but they all shared very similar aesthetics with minimal differentiating patterns. In fact, if one had not trained their eyes well they might mistaken one fairy for another. This fairy before Oliva was called a Nature’s Song, and they were well known for their playful, sometimes prankish, behavior. Stories about how they’d tie men’s shoe laces together just to laugh as they fall or move small objects just to make humans look for them were not all that uncommon. Nature’s Song fairy’s were also green, like leaves, which made sense to Olivia because nature was green, she thought - or maybe she was thinking of the color brown which was bark and dirt. Perhaps they were not associated with nature, Olivia thought, and instead more with certain emotions which was why the green ones were more lively and playful, blue ones tended towards the melancholy, and red ones were aggressive and reclusive.


Anyway, Olivia beamed a bright smile as she stared down at the fairy, her sketchbook and pencil clutched dearly to her chest as the fairy waved back with a smile of her own. Olivia was familiar with this one. She recognized that pixie cut hair style and that poofed outward exposing those small pointed ears, that wide arrogant smile, and confident eyes with irises of creamy green. Hair was the most easily discernible feature of a fairy since hair and skin color were all the same for each species, and they all had the exact same body figure and bust type. It made her blush to think about such things, but it was hard not to when they like small humans that never wore any clothes.


“Hey, that was you yesterday as well, wasn’t it!?” she exclaimed accusingly. “You’re that devilish little imp who stole my pencil and made me chase you all around the garden!” She  could remember that tiny little face giggling down at her as it held her utensil right out of reach, fluttering its wings of light every time she tried to jump up and make a grab for it. That wasn’t the only time she had a run in with this particular fairy. Whenever she came out and sat underneath the tree for an evening of sketching this one would appear suddenly and sit on he shoulder and watch, apparently fascinated by her art. She’d also steal pages from her sketchbook whenever she wasn’t looking, taking them almighty knows where. She had decided to give this fairy a moniker befitting herself.


Prankster.


Almost as if realizing it had just been recognized the tiny fairy held its hand to its mouth and smirked smugly, clearly not feeling any kind of guilt whatsoever.


Puffing out her cheeks angrily, Olivia squatted down and stared at it angrily. “You’re not a fairy, you’re a nasty little gremlin!” she said, extending the point of her pencil at it.  Maybe if she looked at it long enough it would start to get uncomfortable and awkward enough to fly off; a sort of petty revenge for Olivia, but at least it was something.


Instead, it just fell onto its back onto the Lilly’s bed of petals  and began to roll around on it blithely, flexing her little green fingers as her tiny mouth let out chimes that Olivia believed was the fairy’s voice. Like wind chimes almost too quiet to be heard. 


“Hmmph! You’re despicable,” she sighed, narrowing her eyes at it as she flipped open her sketchbook to a clean page. “It’s tragic that you also happen to be so beautiful as well.”


As much as she despised this mischievous prankster she wasn’t just about to pass up this golden opportunity to sketch down such a willing model.


It was still rubbing itself against the florets, much like a dog would whenever it gets into a particularly scratchy patch of grass. Perhaps Nature’s Song fairies were like bees, pollinating the flowers, she wondered.


She’d draw fairies rough first, devoid of features or an outline. Then she began putting in the finer details as well as the flower’s petals the fairy was laying on. Olivia blushed as she began to draw the more intimate parts of the fairy now, tracing the curvature of its slim chest. Fairies didn’t have large busts, but neither where they flat. They were supple and soft; feminine; elegant; spunky.


“You and my cat would get along well… if he wouldn’t end up eating you first,” she commented as she scribbled. The Fairy glanced up from her side, looking so silly in her twisted awkward position that it made Olivia snicker.  It blinked up at the human girl with the same kind of expression her cat would give her before it would slink off with its tail held pompously high. Instead of skulking off though the fairy rolled onto her other side and continued her lurid display. 


Olivia was getting close to finishing the sketch now.  She was now tracing over the toes, somehow capturing the way the tiny female wiggled them playfully in a still image; then the soles of her feet which were clean and free of calluses. The pencil climbed higher, pass the knees, then her thighs, and then-


Blushing, Oliva stopped and turned her gaze away. She knew this wasn’t a human, so she shouldn’t be feeling this way about it’s nudity. It was an animal all the same that just happens to bear a resemblance to human females. If anything this was convenient to her as many artists paid handsomely just to draw the naked human form at universities to practice. She shook her head, telling herself it’s just all those lewd novels she read that made her feel like this.


She looked back. Prankster had stopped her movement and was now laying still onto her back, looking at Olivia. One leg dangling off a petal lazily while the other pulled back with the knee high up in the air. She looked like she was studying her, regarding with keen interest while her hands lay folded on her stomach.


They held each other’s gaze for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been longer than a minute at most. All Olivia could think about during those scant seconds was her own jealousy of the kind of life style this carefree creature lived. Prankster was free. It, no ‘she’, was perfect in every imaginable way she could think of. What she wouldn’t give to no longer be obligated to have guards surrounding her whenever she wanted to live the manor grounds, or be forced into a marriage with a man she’d never even known, or to give up her passions just because she was growing up.


Why couldn’t she be like her?


Prankster pushed herself up off her flower bed, sitting up as she quirked her head to the side dangling her hair like a curtain. Olivia blinked, realizing she had stopped breathing for that whole time and then sucked in her breath to fill her lungs with air again. She had apparently finished her sketch without even knowing it. Prankster was now officially apart of her collection, that is if she didn’t up stealing this one too.


She fluttered up with a humm from her wings of light and sat down onto her shoulder to look at what the human girl had accomplished. She clapped her hands together, delighted.


Olivia smiled, feeling overwhelmingly happy even as her heart thumped in her chest.


“Well I’m glad at least one of us is happy,” she said, growing downcast as she stared at the hem of her skirt. “Unfortunately I might not be coming back here for a while. Maybe never again…”


That’s when she felt something touch her chin, and she turned even though there was almost no strength behind but felt compelled to follow it’s pull regardless. Prankster leaned in, and kissed Olivia on her bottom lip. She froze. Something felt wrong all of a sudden, specifically in her head. It was hard to think as the fairy placed another one on her mouth. They were so tiny as to be barely noticeable, but each centimeter of kissed skin delightfully as Prankster spread them about. When she was finished she scooted back, and chimed giggles as she looked at the stunned expression Olivia had.


“Wh-wh-wh…” she stammered. “What was THAT?”


Oh almighty, her face was flushed with heat. She could only imagine the shade of red she was wearing at that moment. She could probably be mistaken for a tomato her father’s chef used in his stews.


“Prankster,” she said. “Where did that come from?!”


Prankster flew onto Olivia’s stretched open palm, twirling in a dance of triumph before stopping, feet spread apart with her hands squarely on her hips and a wide grin on her face. She made a gesture like she was pulling something away from her own body and then looked at the human expectantly. Olivia was aghast when she realized that the fairy was trying to get her to take her own clothes off.


“Wh-what?! I can’t- I mean- S-Somebody might- One of the servants could be around!”


Prankster made the gesture again, her grin broadening.


Olivia couldn’t this was happening, but when she looked at the fairy’s confidence she couldn’t help but feel it as well. She lowered her hand allowing Prankster to step back onto her lily pad and then tepidly brought her shaking hands up to unbutton her blouse. Prankster was laying down, her head propped up on her hands as she watched Olivia with eyes unblinking sparkling with fascination. It helped her take the next up.


She pulled the dress up over her head in one tug to be set aside. All she had on now where her bra and panties, which were both white and lacy tho her panties had a small pink bow stitched into it. She crossed her legs and blushed instinctively. There was a reason why her father has kept her locked away and guarded. Bared out like this she looked like a fragile doll, which was ironic since Prankster was the size of a doll, though Olivia looked almost like she would break if someone so much as touched in a slightly stern way.


“W-well?” whispered Olivia, feeling a nip of cold though she felt flushed with an aura of warm blood. “Is this what you want?”


Prankster stood up and nodded her head, but then she gestured more, telling Olivia to take the rest off.


“Well… I’ve come this far so I might as well…” she said.


Reaching behind she unhooked her bra leaving her modest breasts completely bare. There were still developing even though she was a legal adult now, but her chest had yet to catch up to her fully. Next she slid off her panties which had become damp, she noted with embarrassment. She put them aside too and sat back down, her arms to her sides as her fingers dug into the grass and dirt, staring at the fairy as if waiting for mockery.


Instead, Prankster’s smile softened and she took off from the flower, approaching the naked human girl. Olivia bit her lip as she leaned away, afraid of the proximity and trust she had placed in this creature who resided in her gardens. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, waiting for something to happen but to afraid to bare witness. She felt a tiny mouth on her nipple and gasped, opening her eyes again.


Prankster’s tiny glowing body was at her breast, her looking up at Olivia’s face as her working mouth produced chimes that were like music. She could barely breathe as her head fogged up, the nipple that Prankster was playing with stiffening as it became coated in saliva that glittered as if with residual energy. In fact, it was. It felt like electricity was coursing through it and into her chest, making her entire body shiver. Prankster was already flying over to the other, doing the exact same thing.


She wasn’t sure what was happening but it felt like the fairy was pushing a force into her body that she absorbed fervently like a dried up sponge soaking in every drop of water it could get. Prankster flew up right in front of Olivia’s face and stared into her eyes as she placed a tiny foot onto her chin and shoved. Olivia couldn’t even felt the kick, but she fell back anyway, slowly, with Prankster’s foot staying on her chin and her arms crossed confidently. For such a tiny thing, she was confident and startling strong willed. Olivia just wanted to obey her.


Laying down, her hair bunched up around her head on the grass, Prankster sat down right at Olivia’s lip with her legs straddling each side. They looked at each other, the fairy goaded, and Olivia closed her eyes in serenity as her tongue brushed against that sensitive spot between her thighs. Chimes, louder than ever before, filled the air. She could feel those legs clench as the small body trembled. Prankster, for once, was not smiling but instead had her mouth wide open breathing in and out in the silent way that fairies breathed but obviously struggling for every ragged breath. Olivia continued, each time her tongue brushing at Prankster’s sex causing the fairy to let out another cry until her lower body spasmed, a bright glow emanating from her figure that became so bright as to be blinding, and then slumped forward spent.


A trickle of the fairy’s nectar washed down her taste buds and into her gullet. It was barely more than a drop or two and yet it quenched a thirst she didn’t know she had. Suddenly her entire body felt like it was surging with energy. She swallowed, letting the taste travel down her gullet and into her stomach where it lingered for a while where the majority of the feeling was emanating from.


Prankster had recovered somewhat and was brushing peppering the bridge of her nose with kisses as Olivia lay there, paralyzed as this feeling seeped throughout her core being. Gods almighty she felt so hot. Her heart pittered like the wings of a hummingbird, going faster and faster while her toes clenched and unclenched in the air. The world became dizzying and uncontrollable, lurching before her third eye’s vision. Her head was so foggy it was borderline incapable of thought as some of her senses heightened while others became closed off. The impression she had of her surroundings was that of complexity becoming more simple. All of a sudden she could just smell everything: the wind, the horses all the way in the stalls as well as the straw they munched on, the sun baking the rock, and especially Prankster. By the gods she could smell her. She was like every flower Olivia had ever sniffed, nature both unending and wild, and the lovers kiss kept just centimeters away from each others lips so that you could feel and smell each other’s breath.


It lasted so long it felt like forever as her mind swirled. She felt Prankster kiss her on the mouth again, but for some reason it felt as if it covered more area this time before it parted, and then again. Each time Olivia’s lips parted, as if waiting for the key that would unlock her breathing again, until finally lips met lips in equal measure. She opened her eyes to see Prankster’s face obscuring her vision; the fairy’s tongue exploring her oral cavity. As they broke off she fell back, panting hard before opening her mouth to try and say ask how the fairy had gotten so big. What came out were loud chimes.
 
Prankster’s eyelids lowered seductively as she closed her lips with her tongue still hanging out playfully - but she stayed still, hanging back as if to give Olivia space to conduct herself. Olivia for her part was hyperventilating as she twisted her head all around to look at her surroundings.


The cut grass was not coming up to her waist. Pebbled that she could once flick with her fingers were now the size of boulders. She looked behind her back to stare up at the weeping willow to see that it now looked as if it stretched all the way up to the heavens.


Prankster hadn’t gotten bigger. She had gotten smaller.


Her hands slammed against her cheeks with a loud clap as she tried to keep herself from freaking out. Glancing down, Olivia tried to calm herself only to see a pair of slender spring green legs that glowed with a faint light. Breathing through her nose, she wiggled her toes to see if those toes would too. They did.


She opened her mouth to let out an alarmed scream only to produce more bell chimes. A familiar presence pressed into her making her relax. An arm wrapped around her waist comforting her as another hand cradled her face and brushed through her long hair of curls. Her breathing slowed and she leaned into Prankster, holding onto her like she was a raft in the middle of and endless dark ocean. 


It was at that point she was keenly aware of how naked she was, and Prankster was too. They were the exact same height and build now, but now that she was this close she could see how her facial features were different from other fairies, which meant that her own was kept as well. She found she was strangely comfortable with her own nudity now, after all it was natural. Clothes were what was unnatural. She glanced over Prankster’s shoulders at the ones she had thrown aside from before and they were, of course, much too large to be worn now. 


Something wet dribbled down her cheeks and Olivia realized that she was crying, but it wasn’t sadness, nor was it joy. She didn’t know what it was except perhaps maybe fear of the unknown. A finger brushed a tear away as they pulled back about shoulder’s length, and they looked at each other. Prankster was more beautiful right now than anything Olivia had ever known, like an emerald except far more precious and important. The fear went away. She leaned forward, her eyes shutting and her lips parting. The breath of life  met them.


Their chests touched. The human’s, or now fairy's heart skipped as they held each other in equal measure. There was no separation of their bodies because they shared themselves with each other: touching, kissing, rubbing, and licking. Fingers found themselves in her hair and she didn’t care as her head was pulled back to leave her neck open for teeth, teasing at her throat.


They wrestled more, falling to the ground and tangling their legs together, sometimes finding burst of energy for something more daring like probing an earlobe which made whoever was the victim laugh uncontrollably. Olivia found herself infatuated with Prankster’s stomach for a while and kissed every inch while periodically exploring her navel. That’s when she also realized she had developed a capacity for pranks when she felt the irresistible urge to seal her lips around it and blow a large raspberry against Prankster’s tummy causing her to lurch with laughter.


For a while it went back and forth like that, with uncontrollable urges of body exploration followed by sporadic pranks that would make the other roar with laughter chimes. It was just a part of who they were when Olivia’s initial feeling had subsided and she became more comfortable with her new body and mind.


Eventually Olivia found herself laying face up, staring up at Prankster’s grinning fac, her hair dangling down and tickling at her own pointed ears as their noses touched. They kissed, another drop in a sea of what would potentially be endless as her love broke apart and then began to trail downward starting at her chin and neck. She placed one on each of Olivia’s chest nubs and then her stomach. Then she was at the final destination of it all. At first she just painted the inner parts of Olivia’s thighs as if testing her limits. Olivia whimpered, but begged her to continue with chimes of assurance.


Her petals were wet like morning dew. Prankster’s mouth was as confident as ever and unafraid of exploring the areas that made Olivia squirm and cry out. She especially paid attention to those spots, almost cruelly so as Olivia gripped her head for dear life. Just about when Olivia thought she couldn’t do anything more Prankster found a pearl hiding away and used her tongue to bring it out into the open. Olivia cried out, eyes slamming shut as her back arched. Prankster kissed her newfound treasure lovingly, polishing till it was slick with nectar and saliva and Olivia spasmed. Her whole body glowed brightly, lighting up the area, and then dimmed.


She lay panting, too exhausted to move as she felt Prankster sliding up next to her own. She looked at her face, then blushed, seeing how wet her mouth and chin were as the fairy leaned in and wrapped their arms around her again. Olivia did the same, feeling safe in those arms but not trapped.


This is what she had been wanting all along.


Freedom…









Time passed…


Seasons changed. For Olivia, it was quickly becoming harder to remember human life. Olivia and Prankster were always hungry for each other, bound as they were now. They explored each other’s bodies and minds, a fascination they seemed to never be able to find the end to. 


Eventually she did not even recognized the manor on the hill as once being her own as new humans moved in, the others having moved out long ago. From what she could remember of the previous family it seemed that they talked about a missing daughter for a long time before they gave up looking for her, believing that someone had kidnapped her in the garden where her clothes were found and they would never see her alive again. Despite their apparent dismay at coming to this conclusion they very quickly had a new child when the father of the household remarried. They could no longer afford the house and eventually had to sell it though.


They looked happier though, Olivia thought with a smile as she watched them leave. Perhaps they had realized that there were more important things in life than wealth. As for the newcomers, they didn’t particularly come out to the garden all that often, which was fine by her. It was the Nature’s Song who kept the garden looking beautiful every year anyway.


Prankster took most her attention as they engaged in physical affection daily. When they weren’t doing that Olivia would draw. It was an incurable urge inside of her as she would steal papers from the human’s manor and cut them into smaller pieces that she could manage herself. If anything her smaller size allowed her to make more detailed drawings though, so sometimes she left the paper’s size as is and performed grand majestic murals that she’d push back in under the manor’s door slot. The smaller, more personal drawings, she kept in the home that Prankster had been keeping all of the other drawings she had stolen previously. They were the only reminders of Olivia’s previous life as they lived in the hollow of an old elder tree.


Olivia would never come to hear this herself, but people had started to call the house haunted after the girl that had disappeared there years ago - her ghost drawing as she loved to do so in life. It was so silly to her. Humans were confusing, she surmised.


Nothing at all like her.


The foreseble end...

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[Author's notes]

Well this is my first time writing a real story and posting it here. I tried doing something different before, making very short chapters easily updated chapters, but I didn't really like that. I like the ability to go back and change things that doing a short story all at once offers without ruining continuity if you decide to change an important detail. I was sort of inspired by two characters in the StormArchive book series when I made this.

Originaly this was going to include rape and a fairy orgy, but I decided a sweet sorta romantic  story would be better and more personal. I've kind got an infatuation with fairies now, and trying to think of another potential short story including them might be like. I want to explore multiple genres and kinks, so if anybody wants to make a comment with ideas or whatever I'll definitely take it into consideration. I hope that my first story is well liked. If it is, I'll definitely write more.

If you liked what you read then please rate, or even leave a comment~ If you didn't like it, then do so anyways, please. That way I at least know what you didn't like.