i rlly want to be hunted down by u to be used as ur sex toy but also the moment i’m aware that there is a big creature around i will be throwing myself at you…

if u ask me to tho i will run so u can chase. wont be too hard, i am terrified of you. i’m just also really horny

Have you ever thought about that as a dragon, you could use fire breath to instantly cauterize wounds as you’re biting into someone? No blood loss, so you can make whatever little prey you hunt last long for whatever you want them for. And you get a nice snack as you tear into them!

Let me tell you about my fairy. 

It's the first one I ever caught, actually! I got plenty of tips from someone who talked my ear off at an otherwise lame party, and now it's my turn to be annoying.

You'll probably find it cute if you like insects and repulsive if you don't. I like it. I admit, the first time, I didn't know what to think. I'm not naive, I assumed it would not look like Tinkerbell, but reality was even farther a cry from my expectations. 

As I said, it's a lot more insectoid than the tales would have you believe, for a start. It’s got alert antennas, lightning quick eyes, dainty little segmented limbs (only five of those, but that’s indirectly my fault and directly my dog’s), and the fluffiness of a moth, with fine fur covering its entire body. Its genitalia are normally hidden too; at first I assumed it was female because of that, but then a tiny prick came out when stimulated, unless it was an ovipositor...? So I'm not too sure. Don't think it has a concept of gender, though. That might be the only thing we have in common. Or maybe I'm projecting. I'm a bit sad I had to clip its gossamer wings together, but it tried to fly away too many times, and I really didn't want Loki to catch it again– the powder on their wings is poison for most pets, you know? Always have to wash my hands very thoroughly after dealing with the little shit.

Point is, it could pass off as a particularly huge insect, and with the help of its illusion magic it actually does. I've seen it a couple times, wings buzzing so fast you only see a blur, scattering fragments of light like a prism, confusing your senses. So, another reason why you might want to clip those– or another reason it might sway your hand, to be honest. It is a spectacle, after all, and the way it makes you see stuff if you stare at it too long might be fun if you’re into that sort of thing. But! Loki's safety comes first. It still has its elytra, and they’re equally as pretty, in my opinion, shimmering gorgeously in the light. Thankfully when they see a flying, buzzing thing in a terrarium, most people don’t look too close. I’m grateful because “I raise giant moths as a hobby” is marginally more acceptable than “I keep a wild fairy as a fucktoy”.

I think it's getting on, in terms of fairy years. It has lost some of its luster, it moves less quicksilver than when I first caught it, though it still scurries around. The fluff around its neck feels more fine, more brittle; and it’s producing less dust than before. Truth be told, I was fully prepared for it to die on me after a couple months. I had no idea what I was doing, I wasn’t particularly gentle, and a lot of times they don't last more than a few years. It always makes me roll my eyes when I hear the myth of how they're born from a baby's first laughter and yadda yadda– but it is true that in captivity, if one was born out of a baby's giggle it's unlikely to survive until the kid is old enough to stop believing in Santa. 

So I tried not getting too attached, but you know me, I'm kind of a softie at heart. It's so irrational but there's a part of me that can’t help thinking that as long as I still find it entertaining, my belief in it will sustain it. I know, I know. But hey, I've kept it around a lot longer than I initially thought, and there's still plenty of things I'd like to do to it...!

Though I was a lot meaner to it at first, gotta admit. Cage was a lot smaller with no hiding place, I let my dog in the room to bark and bap at the glass, I only fed it when I felt it had done a good enough job... And was just rougher in general. Oh man, once I even– nah, I'll save it for another time, you don't care about the little details, and I’ve kept you waiting long enough. 

You wanna know how I fuck it, don’t you.

Initially I always kept a firm hold of it, but recently I've learned to relax and let it do what it wants as a warmup. When I see what a needy little creature it is, I don't know why I was ever worried it would try to use the opportunity to leave instead. And, well, my dick is on the smaller side but let me tell you, it gives you a nice ego boost when you see an humanoid being grinding against it with all its might, legs darting all over it; it’s got adorable teensy claws that are way too weak to hurt, the whole thing almost tingles when I hold it to my belly. I love when it smushes its entire body against me, licking at the salty-bitterness like it's an oasis in the desert. It makes rather cute noises when it’s like this. They sound softer than that of a cricket, and there is something vaguely chime-like to them. Clear yet overlapping, and it’s not just because I tied a bell on a pretty bow to its neck to hear it peal out when it’s bouncing on my cock.

I’m slowly entering it when I hear it make a quick, hissy sound. 

I frown.

See, over the past few months, I've gotten really good at telling what it means to tell me. There must be magic to it, for I get a really good feeling of what it wants to say even if I can't put words to it. 

And what it just said was, to put it plainly, pretty damn rude.

And it’s not even close to full yet.

“What did you just say?” I snap, actually grabbing hold of it now.

It shivers so hard I can hear a jingle. The wings flutter helplessly, still restrained together. Its huge compound eyes look up at me, antenna dropped miserably down. If I have to spell it out, so be it. 

“Listen to my voice,” I say, hammering every single syllable into its tiny head. “I. Believe. You. Can. Take. My. Cock.”

I tighten my grip. 

“Is that clear?”

It squeals and trashes as I lower it, painstakingly gaining more ground. I've never seen it cry. Sometimes I wonder if fairies possess the tear ducts for. 

I put my other palm around it and force the uncooperative thing down. Its breathing sharpens into pants, fine glitter shedding off its wings. I am throbbing. I can see the bulge under its skin work its way upwards inch by inch, can feel its chest heaving under my fingers, can hear its wheezing respiration as it strains to take it all. I can't understand what it’s saying anymore and I'm sure it's because all it's capable of at the moment is incoherent babble. I like to imagine it's something like pleasemorepleasepleasepLEASE, and knowing the nature of fairies, I may very well be right. I let out a shaky exhale of my own and I start pumping in earnest. The tiny bell I put around its neck is jiggling like mad.

Finally, I manage to get the little bastard to the hilt, and the release comes almost instantly. It actually distends the soft part between the exoskeleton. I gingerly poke it and it shrieks with its head thrown back.

Then, the entirety of its small body slump forward, and I freeze. 

Its light falters and I feel a sudden pang of remorse. I extract it off my dick and cradle it gently, heart beating in my eardrums. I’m biting back a curse when it flickers back to life, not unlike neon lights turning on. 

“Oh, you little–” 

I sag back with relief. It lets out a whine of... complaint? exhaustion? contentment? All three? Hard to tell.

“No, yeah, you did well tonight.” The words escape my mouth before I can think better of it. 

Its eyes narrow archly as it preens itself, apparently proud of its little trick. I give its forehead a small flick. It chitters and curls itself against my sticky palm. I let it rest on my belly for a while, murmuring words of praise, before putting it back in its cage. 

Wouldn't want the dog to think it's a toy, you dig? 

Heard you were looking for captives?? Oh noo I just happened to be in the woods asleep with my guard down and oh noooo I would just hate to be dragged over to you and these are definitely screams of terror and I’m definitely not horny

The thought of being stolen away, to belong to someone/something else is so hot ;-; Being dressed up how the thing likes, maybe doused in scents that rile it up, omg Sacrifice anon