Chapter 6
Warnings: underaged
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Still high from his first feed, Erik's bubbled wings floated him drunkenly across the predawn horizon back to the cover of the forests, back to his burrow in the trunk of an ancient giant redwood. As soon as he bounced on to his bed made of moss, molted feathers and wool stolen from nearby human settlements, Erik was blissfully asleep.
"Erik! How did you do last night! Was it better than you dreamed!" Janos stormed into Erik's burrow at noon, jumped on to the makeshift bed, yelling loudly with mouth half of berries he is still wolfing down as breakfast. Erik groaned deeply and mumbled, "Go the fuck away, you're too loud for this time of day." "It was that good huh? You must let the rest of us have a taste sometime! Next week, we go hunt in one of the northern towns, the milk there is thick and potent, like custard."
Erik snapped his sea green eyes open. In his euphoria last night, he had forgotten that they only go on hunts once a week, that they do not make it a habit of frequenting just one human, and most importantly that they shared their prey, like humans share their wine.
Like hell he was going to share Charles.
"Gods, you look like death! Good thing Shaw's gone for the day, or else he'd have dragged you out of bed hours ago and demanded you tell him every detail of your first hunt, right down to exactly how many ounces of gold you managed to spill. Then have you start on your training." That was all a bit too much for Erik to digest at this time of day..."Wait. Training?"
"Yes, did no one tell you yet? So that you build up some tolerance to the effects of the ambrosia. We can't have hordes of drunken fairies bobbing about in the night sky every week." That is true, even picturing that had the barely awake fairly shooting snot out of his nose. "I am guessing Azazel has already asked Shaw to be your mentor, but you will still need to talk to Shaw beforehand. By the way he looks at you at times, I'd say he might want to mentor you himself." A cold shiver ran down Erik spine making his wings vibrate a little at that suggestion.
"How did I not know any of this? Who was your mentor?" "Remy." "Aaannnd what is it that you do with your mentor?" "Nothing much different than what you've been 'secretly' doing with your dinner." Erik looked at the fairy beside him with much too well groomed hair as if he's grown another set of wings. "How does everyone know! Do you all have nothing better to do then to watch me suck on- Wait! Is that why you two are always paired together to scavenge for food! I eat that food! Did you wash after? Oh! You're vile!" The teens then decent into another ten minutes of wrestling, and Erik promptly gave up when Janos sat on top of the exhausted green-eyed fairy.
"...I don't know about this, Janos...does it not feel wrong to be drinking from a brother?" What Erik really wanted to ask was, 'Does it not feel wrong drinking from someone other than Charles?'
Janos slides off his friend and sits on the soft moss covered ground, and looked as though this was the first time he had considered this. "Uummm..not really. It is quite the same to the feel of a human, just normally larger and not as sweet. Though it is odd how the dizzying effect is more potent. I suppose that could be why Shaw has us practice on each other." The dark haired fairy shrugged and said all of that as if that was a natural fact of life. A mostly sobered up Erik buried his head into the softness of the woolen human leg warmers he took from a laundry line to use as his pillow. He will need to have a dreaded talk with their leader.
"Where has he gone to today anyway?"
When it came to boner fairy welfare, Shaw was at the forefront of the battle for their recognition, protection and respect. He resolutely believes that they are the next step in the evolution, if you can call it that, of fairies. Boner fairies are more than just bulbous wings and candy scented glitter, they also retain the powers they were born with. Shaw himself came from a long line of rare and highly revered fairies who seem to be able to absorb energy and nutrients, particularly collagen, and produce it back three fold, thus retaining seemingly eternal youth.
However, his fight for equality is indeed a steep climb, especially when most of the fairy world laughs at the sight of them. Even Emma, one of Shaw's closest allies and the leader of the Ice Cream Fairies, renowned throughout the fairy world as heavy on the ice and and thin on the cream, has trouble holding her snort when an enraged Shaw would storm away with balloon wings of sparkling baby blue and smelling of thick comforting milk chocolate.
At times, some fairies have reacted violently against Shaw and the Brotherhood for their rumored perverse influence on the young, and today happened to be one of those days. A group of disgruntled fairies of all sorts of powers surround Shaw as well as Remy, Victor and Wade who have accompanied their leader to the monthly meeting of the Fairy High Council.
Shaw let out a deep, impatient sigh. "How many times must we do this? Surely, it has become tedious." Victor starts to crack his knuckles and flex his fists while he growls, "They're harder to rid of than roaches." "C'mon Wade, I think is your turn today." Remy says in his suave accent as he smirks and gives his good friend a solid smack on the buttocks.
What followed was a full hour of non-stop, one man monologue from the the most unimposing fairy of the four that had the angry mob running and crying for their lives. Wade was born as a member of one of the most feared of fairy bloodlines. His former family were a nameless fairy type with unexplainable mystical powers related to their use of speech. Wade could talk for days without rest, possibly only stopping for a 'drink', and if he wanted to he could make you physically feel the words he speaks.
Out in a nearby clearing, Erik, eyes heavy again with fatigue, flew into a large furry fiddle-head fern that trapped his wings and had him stumbling into a conversation between Azazel and Logan he could have lived without. "I'm tellin' ya bub, I was beginning to think I'd never get outta there alive. Or at least not with my dick still attach-" Logan, a formally nomadic boner fairy who has possibly been around since the dawn of time, but does not look a day over 30. He finally settled down with the Brotherhood after much persuading by their charismatic leader.
"Erik, nice of you to drop in." Azazel's wings turned a soft yolk yellow, signaling amusement and fondness. "Ha ha. Is there food around?" The slightly older fairy, from the aptly named 'Devil Fairy' clan with his blood red skin, pointed to a pile of fresh fruit and fish. Erik releases a relieved and delighted noise and hops to grab a handful his favorite blackberries.
Just as he was about to stuff them into his mouth, he remembers his rude awakening. "These are clean yes? Washed? Janos has not touched them?" The other two fairies quirk their bushy eyebrows in question. "This ain't no banquet for the king, bub. Take it or leave it." As if to nail his point in, he grabs the blackberries from Erik's hands and swallowed them down in a single gulp. Erik pouts as he digs into the pile again for more blackberries. "It's just I was given some startling news today. Something I wasn't aware was happening here...among the brothers."
"Ooh! Yeah! Shaw's gonna love explaining that to ya! And I'm sure Az here's real excited too." To Erik's horror, Azazel does not deny it, and his wing's turn a tinge pink in slight arousal. "So, how was it last night? You disappeared after the first hour." The youngest fairy wanted to float atop of the trees and shout to the world about how exquisite Charles's milk had been, but he bundled that excitement into a tight ball and hid it deep. "It was great, and it sounded like it was better than Logan's night." Erik smirked, more at himself for his quick eluding.
"Kid, don't get me started! . .in! All I wanted was to give an older vintage a try, and this is what happens! He fuckin' cornered me and fed on me, then he sprouted an instant boner for hours and kept fucking my mouth. It got to a point where I just kept it open, there was no point in trying to move. Worst of all, the freak job didn't even taste all that good." As Logan continued his rant, Erik's expressions became more and more constipated. "So...are you saying...human's should not drink from us?" "I'm sayin' go for the younger smaller ones who can't physically contain you. But, yes. Our golden seed seems to give human an instant hard on if they taste it."
As the cover of night set in, Erik made his excuses and readied himself the miles long journey to Charles' side. "Going to sleep so early? We'll need to have you started on your training." Unfortunately, just as he was pretending to make his way back to his burrow, he nearly flew into Shaw and the others on their return. The younger fairy nearly wet his maroon briefs in fright. "Come see me when you wake tomorrow."
"O-of course. Good night, sir."
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I'd like to thank Kizziefoshnizzie for telling me about the urban dictionary meaning of boner fairies.
Its not actually random erections, but it's the closest I think I can spin it here :)
The other tibit will be coming up later ;)