Fairies in the Tavern
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Hope you enjoy, got this concept discussing the image Mrgoblinging7 had shared here at:
https://forum.daddysdollhouse.org/topic/1758/drunken-faeries
Now I throw this together quickly. But I hope it’s fun and enjoyable for all of you.
Not enough to tag I feel, but should note that the results Vore is more mentioned then described. Mild, kind of. Let me know if I should add it as a tag and I will.Fairies in the Tavern
“Owlton, Owlton!” his name was being screamed from across his small field. Owlton looked over at the young man yelling. He had to wonder what was causing this level of panic in the lad. Owlton had taken up being this quiet town’s pest catcher for the last few years. He needed a duty, an activity to do in this self inspired retirement. Not that there was ever a grand treat in a town this deep into the kingdom.
Sure there was the odd giant rat or Stang bat. The odd family of Kobolds hiding in some farmer’s root cellar. Not that his sword had trouble dispatching the treating pests. Kobolds were easy enough to talk into moving on to the now prospering mine. His worst job he ever had was helping with that batch of Red Caps. Those little goblin kin were foolish to raid that mill.
As the boy breathless reached him, Owlton offered him a water skin to wet his scream dried throats. “Hello Konner, what is the hassle causing such a panic?”
The boy took a quick gulp then rambled out, “The tavern, eating all, can’t chase them out.”
The eating all had started to make Owlton worry then the chase them out stopped that. “Calm, calm. What is in the tavern?” he questioned.
The boy clearly not seeing this as acceptable as Owlton did as he pleaded, “Please, please go to the tavern, it’s overwhelmed with pixies!”
Pixies? Owlton wondered, or much less worrisome locally common fairies. “OK, sit and catch your breath and I’ll get the needed gear.”
“Hurry, please hurry!” the boy called out as Owlton wandered towards his home.
Inside he looked at his few saved weapons of note from his adventuring days. Nothing of grand note. A few slightly touched with magic or of higher quality then the local smith could craft. And all useless unless he planned on butchering the fluttering creatures. Even Pixies wouldn’t really call for his sword or hunting bow.
Past them he grabbed a tarnished old cage a lord or duke from a past kingdom had left in their now crumbled keep. It likely held song birds. A sack, a simple sack for holding the flying gossamer winged ladies till he could get them to the cage. In a box he grabbed a small spice bag. Inside was a highly refined sweet spice that would be like catnip to the magical near pests. He did grab a jeweled handled dagger and attach its scabbard to his belt just in case.
“OK Konner, let’s go to the tavern.” Owlton said as he came from his home.
The boy took this as they should be running and was half way back across the field before he looked back and saw Owlton was in no rush. Not that it stopped the young tavern worker from rushing back and grabbing Owlton’s arm and attempting to pull him there like a stubborn mule.
They made it near the small gathering of houses loosely called a town. In the center was the one Inn and tavern. The Sunshine Inn, but the residence just called it the Tavern for there was no other. There was the Mayor waving at the open door like he was attempting to rally an army out of the building. All the windows wide open, which might be due to the mild troubles inside or just the fact it was a gorgeous late spring day. Owlton could see people racing and ducking about through those windows. Small flying things darting and zigzagging about them as easy as stepping around horse leavings in the middle of a well used wagon trail.
He wasn’t even to the door when he was certain they were just fairies. Pest when not wanted. To the well trained eye they made delightful pets. None inside clearly had that trained of eyes. But what drew them into a building on this sun glowing day with the trees and fields full of flowers and early ripe berries?
Then his nose told him. Margan was baking treats. Not just any treats, bubbleberry treats. Might as well just smeared the building in the sweetest juices and begged the Fairies inside. Bubbleberries were to fairies what fine metalwork was to a dwarf.
He stepped in the door and had to hide his mouth and fight to restrain his laughter. Many of the poured afternoon mugs had little bathers in them. Several Fairies clearly just left mugs flew staggering through the air. One cheeky one found a warm bed between the lovely waitress’ well displayed breasts. While another was clearly drunkenly enamored with a young man, popping from his mug to lay a smooch. As he lowered the mug away his new lover hovered at his face holding his nose and making less moral kiss against his skin.
Tanla approached him in a huff. “Finally, now can you kill these pests? They’re causing a riot.” she overreacted.
“Nonsense, you lot are just over reacting.” Owlton said, certain his smirk wasn’t calming the owner’s wife down.
“Look at all the mugs of brew they are ruining bathing in them like gods-less tramps.” The woman growled at him.
He leaned close, “Save the contents of those left mugs in a glass bottle for two months in your root cellar. Then you can sell it as Fae Touched Brew. Trust me travelers in the know will pay a silver or more just for just a taste. Just don’t let them share any with any of the local young ladies or lads. It has, fun effects.”
“You don’t say?” The woman whispered back. Owlton could tell the woman was already determining how many bottles of that drink she could gain from this happening.
“Yes, also why didn’t Margan get bunches of Lilac flowers and put them around the bar before she started making bubble berry treats like I warned her to.” Owlton asked.
“That’s what those awful flowers were about for. I tossed them, I can’t stand their scent.” The woman looked annoyed with herself.
"Neither can fairies. ‘’ he informed her.
“Still, can you, you know. Get rid of them?” She asked.
“I want to keep all I catch.” He started.
“Catch, sure whatever.” The woman’s annoyance disrupted her usually shroud mind.
“I want a jar of Margan’s bubble berry jam,” he added.
“A jar, you know how hard it is to get enough of those berries to make jam with?” She barked. Owlton turned like he was leaving. “Fine, but only one jar.”
“Good, and lets say, ten gold.” He requested.
“Two, and a free meal.” He knew she would bargain.
“Eight, a free meal and three mugs of brew on my next visit.” he countered.
“Four, a meal, and a night’s drink.” she counter offered.
“Six.” He simply upped his price.
“Four and six silver.” She lowered the offer.
“Fine, if you and the staff get all the customers out and close all the outside doors and windows.” He requested.
“For how long?” she questioned.
“Not long. Likely with how drunk they look, about an hour. Most likely less.” He answered.
“An hour, well.” she whimpered.
“As long as they can see bright light they will be active. No sun, the booze will take effect and soon they’ll be dozing about the place and I’ll just scoop them off the tables and benches.” He explained.
“Won’t they find nooks to sleep in?” she requested.
“If they were in their right minds, yes. But the bubble berry treats smell mixed with the drink looks to have taken their sense away. Plus I have a fairy nip to draw them to a collection point. If you and your staff help the faster I’ll have them gone.” Owlton flatly said.
“Caroline, get these people out so Owlton can work his magics in peace.” The woman commanded the waitress.
The Waitress nodded past the fairies now bouncing gleefully off her bosom. “Yes Ma’am.” Was her distressed response as she nervously moved. Owlton had to remind himself folktales of what fairies could do to a young person was more potent than the actual effects these cute pests could muster.
He walked over towards the bar to have a place for his cage. Grabbing the Fairy from the poor confused young man’s face. His new little lover had left eager kisses and had gone right to lewdly attempting to make love to his features and that good temple attending boy didn’t have a clue how to handle that.
He set the cage down and placed the inebriated fairy inside. It clearly was drunkenly attached to the young man as it made sad noises and waved at him as he left. Owlton was glad they were not Pixies, otherwise he might have needed to fend off that young man. Fairies, not so much. Drunken Sprites would have had turned the whole bar into orgy. That would have required his wet mask and crushed dark bean tea to settle down.
As the waitress and the real owner of the establishment got the few remaining customers to leave and started shutting windows Owlton wandered to a nearly empty table. Grabbing a serving tray he took out his spice bag. Just a sprinkle would be needed of this sweet substance the merchant called powdered sugar. He had barely started sprinkling when the first drunken fairies came to investigate the sparkling falling from his hand. Soon as one sampled a grain it was chirping the others over. He stepped away and watched the tray get swarmed.
As the room got darker and darker he plucked the fairies too drunk to fly out of their brew baths and off bread beds. He shook his head at the half body of a dead fairy between two slices of bread. Whoever fell for that folk tale was going to regret that before supper. And would be calling on Owlton before the next full moon. Fae beings don’t take kindly to their kind being eaten. It is the one crime that will bring the night and day Fae together as a force. And whoever did it will not hide it from them, they all will smell them for miles.
Owlton made a note in his small book to get more cold iron from the new Kobold mine and find out what fool was at this table. Maybe it was someone smart enough he could talk into hiring him before troubles started. Then he looked at the little torso-less shapely legs and realized that was pointless, that was the actions of an idiot.
As soon as the room went dark Tanla lit a couple of lanterns so they could just see. The Fairies were yawning and stretching. This would be easier than Owlton had originally thought. They curled together and along plates and other rounded locations. Making it easy to gently lift them and just move them into the cage. Soon Tanla and Caroline were helping.
As they worked he noticed something he really shouldn’t have been looking at. Between young Caroline’s ample breasts a fairy had nuzzled into a warm sleep. “Caroline, I hate to say, but you have a fairy, well, in your bosom.”
“Really?” Oh what a simple beauty. To see down her own cleavage she stuck those appealing mounds out and displayed those soft topped flesh boulders right to him. He reminded himself she was nearly young enough to be his daughter. And despite town rumors, not as knowable in the working of men. She then appealingly made them bounce as she looked to be attempting to fling the fairy out. “Mr. Owlton can you get it out for me?” She whimpered.
It had been a few years since he last reached into an appealing ladies’ top. And nearly young enough to be his daughter now switched to old enough not to be his daughter. He was frankly naughty as his hand went in well left of where it was needed. A naughty stroke and a slight twirl of a quickly excited nipple brought pink to the girl’s cheeks. He mentally pointed out how improper he was being and slipped his hand over to scoop the invading critter out before he was in real trouble.
The sweet face displayed she wasn’t offended at him taking advantage. Though her nervous voice told she also didn’t know how she should be reacting, “Thank you for getting that out.”
"You’re welcome,‘’ he told her as she headed to drop her latest catches into the cage. That impropriety got his shoulder bruised by Tanla. An easily accepted price he teased himself.
“Is that all?” he asked looking around the dim room for any more fairies sleeping off their drink.
“I think so.” Tanla answered.
“May I borrow a blanket to cover the cage?” Owlton asked.
“I’ll get you one Mr. Owlton.” Caroline sang.
“What’s with the blanket?” Tanla asked.
“I want to keep the cage dark till I get it home.” He answered.
“What are you going to do with them there, eat them?” She asked.
Owlton wondered if it was Tanla that foolishly tried Fairy meat like some vile Orcling. He advised strongly, “Never eat the meat of a Fae. That will bring a stomach ache and in days other Fae looking for revenge.”
“Grand, glad I didn’t fill that curiosity then.” Tanla said in such a way that Owlton felt it wasn’t her teeth marks on the half devoured body.
“Then what?” She wondered.
“I’ll travel to Fredrik for their solstice festival. There I’ll sell most of them as pets. They make sweet pets.” He explained.
“Most, you’re keeping some?” She asked in an almost teasing tone.
“Some, like I said, they make sweet pets. Very loyal once trained. A few I’ll be keeping to sell to travelers passing through here. And a few for you once you see how well Fae Touched Brew sells.” He bordered on teasing her now.
“Right,” she sighed. Then directed, “Caroline collected all the mugs, don’t spill a drop. According to Owlton it’s going to be good stuff soon enough.”
“Speaking of Brew, I’ll trade two of the gold from my pay from a keg of brew delivered to my home.” He requested.
“Drink that much at home?” Tanla asked.
“Saving it for the winter so I don’t have to trug through drifts to get a sip.” He lied. But telling the woman he was going to make his own Fae Touch Brew and invite her pretty naïve waitress over to sample it would likely get it never delivered.
“Well, fingers crossed. Open up the windows. Let’s see if any flutter awake.” Owlton suggested once the tables had been cleaned up.
The windows unblocked allowed bright light through their colored pieces. And after a few minutes it was easy to call the tavern Fairy free.
He walked back home with the blanket wrapped cage strapped to his back. A grand fortune basically handed to him. A meal and a night’s jolly making waiting at the local tavern. And, from the peck on his cheek and a whispered request to come visit her, possibly an ending to his lonely nights. He was well old enough to start thinking about settling down and starting and having some legitimate children. And Caroline would be a fine youthful wife to work on that with.
He entered his home and cleared a small table to place the cage on. He supplied a few berries and cut fruit to fill the tiny bellies. Then selected two of the loveliest of the lovely fairies.
That was one thing the folk tales got correct and why they’ll sell well as pets, fairies looked like gorgeous sun darkened well worked maidens without the scars or callouses of hard labor.
He climbed to the loft where his bed sat. Then he untied his britches and exposed his manhood. Then he popped the lid on the bubbleberry jar and with his finger painted the tip of his cock in the sweet treat. Closing the lid tight on the jar he opened the curtains on the little window up here.
Sunlight stirred both little supple forms. A black haired beauty and a reddish haired delight surred in the warm light. Alcohol never affected Fae long. They looked around and seeing they were trapped in a building with no treats they cowered and hugged each other for comfort.
Then the crimson one’s nose caught a scent. The Black haired one noticed and sniffed the air. Both caught what was drawing their attention. Owlton smiled, knowing they couldn’t resist bubbleberry spread.
They fluttered over to his groin. Watching them nervously as they hovered about his manhood brought it to attention. Now they were intrigued. Fairies were just fascinated with larger similarly shaped creatures’ sexuality. They fluttered closer. The smell they wanted was at the tip of this giant’s cock. He could see them peeking at him then at the strange shaft they were drawn too.
The Black haired one gave into curiosity first. Owlton felt its little dexterous tongue sample the jam. Fairies have a tongue much longer than many people suspected. Not long like a hummingbird’s tongue. No, more like twice as long as a human of comparable size as Owlton saw it.
The Black haired delight liked what she tasted and chirped at her friend to try some. The Red topped one curved her tongue along his tip. Then zipped about happily. Then chirped at her friend.
They hovered closer carefully watching him happily watch them. Owlton sighed, these two would be easy to train. Likely after a couple of passes they wouldn’t even need the jam smear.
They reached their pretty small faces and began licking up the jam. Dancing tiny tongues felt amazing. The more they tasted the jam the less they watched him. The less they watched him the closer they got to his stiff shaft. Little hands wrapped softly at his tip as they hungrily suckled the fruit treat off his cock.
Then the Red Haired one slipped her arms around his shaft and hugged her miniature perky breasts to his manhood. The Black haired one then hugged the other side. As they greedily cleaned his sensitive skin they pressed tighter. And soon their strong long legs wrapped and grind their little wet pussies to his cock.
Soon the jam was gone. Wings fluttered hard but didn’t take his tiny lovers anywhere. They lustfully attended his cock. Legs stroking the sides as tongues and mouths lewdly rubbed at the top. Hands massaged like they had long been lovers of his manhood.
They made appealing sounds as they wiggled and writhed at his stiff member. It was like they could sense what he liked and reacted excitedly to that knowledge. Firm fairy sized breasts pumped against his skin. Their whole bodies attempting to milk his pleasure just out of some wonderful Fae instinct.
They fluttered higher on his shaft as he quickly approached climax. Like moths drawn to a candle’s flame. Their little faces bobbing about directly over the hole at the top. As their hips grind pussies and legs tightly to his cock.
The first spurt caught the black haired beauty in the face. Making it rear back in shock. The next smeared along the side of the head of the Red head. They arched back but didn’t release their muscled legs from his shaft. They watched his seed spray up and spatter on his tip and about his groin like a badly made city fountain.
He gasped at his relief as he watched to see what they would do. His source was reliable, but did they also get tricked by a folk tale? The Black haired one smacked her mouth. Then licked her lips. Then purred something in their chirped language.
The Red haired one reached up and scooped his seed from the side of her face. She carefully sniffed it as the Black haired one chirped excitedly between sliding globs of the stuff into her mouth. The Red haired one kissed the collected white goo. Then her eyes went wide and the whole handful disappeared into her little mouth.
Owlton allowed the two to flutter about suckling his seed from his groin and each other. Greedily they worked together looking for even the smallest drop. Licking anywhere they thought held even a taste.
Satisfied they could find no more, they cuddled together along his laying spent cock and searched each other’s mouths for the taste of human seed. Grinding their appealing developed bodies together as they kissed like lovers.
They saw him watching and looked at him and gave appealing expressions. They stroked and cuddled along his spent manhood clearly hoping to encourage more man jam. Owlton smiled at their actions. His friend was right, Fairies made great pets and were easily trained.
In Fredrik this was a well shared rumor. Just as a fair sized city, fairies were nearly non-existent. He heard the others waking below. Their fluttering wings sounded more and more like coins clinking together. Yeah, he was given a fortune and this wonderful little town didn’t realize that. No, they just wanted them out of the town’s one Tavern.
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@hentaihunter1 Owlton is quite the scoundrel, an’t he~? Not that it seems unwelcomed~!
Lovely story, and quite the happy ending~!
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@mrgoblinging7 Scoundrel? I don’t know. Just used to looking at how to make the best in any situation. I mean, he’s still going to be the town’s pest removal guy.
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Thanks for the comment. My imposter syndrome has been kicking my butt the last few days. I know I’m not a great writer, but some days I wonder if I’m being more of a pest then an entertainer.HH1
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@hentaihunter1 I used to think I had Impostor Syndrome, but then I thought, “Who’s gonna believe that?”
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@olo Well, I believe that about myself. So then my biggest critic and detractor does.
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