A/N: Was a bit tricky to write this one, considering the size difference aspect, alongside the fact Histoire is canonically three foot or so, but her art and appearances usually make her out to be less than that.
Ah well~ I went with the official measurement of three feet regardless~ Was toying around with the idea of doing sequels to this, one of her using magic to be more human-sized (around 4-5 foot) and another as a tinier fairy, but as it stands I'm not sure I have the time on-hand to do such extra fics.
Who knows, maybe the motivation with appear suddenly.
Enjoy regardless~
Fairy Sized Love
''Thank you for coming. I'll have your application processed and the result forwarded to you by next Monday.''
''Alright, thank you...!''
Histoire smiled, keeping up the expression as the Basilicom guest walked out of the main doors – and the moment the woman was out of sight her shoulders sagged, a tired groan escaping the small fairy. Fatigue from dealing with one guest after another took their toll on her, coaxing her to float down and land atop the open book levitating underneath her, allowing her wings a rest.
With naught but her mind she guided her book-seat over to her desk near the reception desk, murmuring a quick greeting to her equally-tired subordinates before fetching her mini-cup of tea, specially-designed for her diminutive size and allowing her to drink in peace, and without spilling the hot liquid all over her face like the first few times she tried drinking from a human-sized cup.
''Mn...'' Histoire winced at the memory. Thankfully it was just water, but still, getting waterboarded by your own drink wasn't pleasant.
Chasing away the thought with a shake of her head Histoire focused on her work, albeit from a distance – squinting over at her subordinates computer and checking the guest registry, calculating whom she'd have to walk through various applications or permits and other such bureaucratic forms. She was distracted from this task however by a male voice chatting no far from the reception desk, tempting Histoire to float her book form up, allowing her to peek over the stack of paperwork next to her.
And also allowing her to lay eyes on one of her newer, and most reliable subordinates – Matthew. A young man she'd hired a number of months back to help manage her workload, considering how much of a pain Neptune was being as of late with her constant neglecting of work, not helped by Nepgear who coddled her older sister far too much. She didn't begrudge the two for it, but she did feel a particular kind of exasperation that she was essentially doing their jobs for them, rarely with any thanks.
Which only made Matthew's presence that bit more welcome. Thanks to prior work experience he was incredibly competent in both paperwork and governmental affairs, taking a considerable load off of her shoulders and allowing her to focus more on the people who came into the Basilicom, rather than foisting them off onto one of her lower-ranked subordinates who inevitably had to call upon her for advice anyway. It didn't hurt that he was a gentleman with her, staying late to help ease her workload so she could get back home sooner, even at the cost of putting her health before his own.
It was flattering. He was probably the first guy who had actually gone to such lengths for her, without an intent to leverage that as a favour to get ahead politically, or to get closer to Neptune.
''Hah...'' Histoire sighed, floating back down out of sight – turning her book so her back faced her subordinates, preventing them from seeing her expression.
She knew well the feelings burning in her heart, but she clamped down on them before they could burn any brighter. Even putting aside the possibility he might enter a relationship with her if she made her interest clear, the fact of the matter was she'd outlive him by a considerable amount. It was one thing for a human to date a fairy, size differences being one of the biggest obstacles, but to live a long and happy life? It was one fated to end in tragedy. The curse of long life, as it were.
Thus, Histoire sealed away that tentative hope, telling herself to keep a professional head. She still had work to do after all – emotions could wait until she was alone at night.
'Yes, work... my next appointment is due in an hour, and I have to bring this to Neptune first to inform her of changes to the law, and then I...'
X-x-X
Night fell over the Basilicom swiftly.
With it the majority of workers left for home, working on a standard 9-to-5 arrangement and the few other late-night workers soon departing, leaving the main floor of the building hauntingly quiet. The lights were turned off to save money, allowing the pale light of the moon to peer through the tall paned windows lining the walls of the main floor, illuminating empty desks, locked office doors and to-be-emptied trash cans, not a soul in sight.
None save for Matthew himself, who wandered down the length of the room carrying two stacked boxes of older paperwork – needing double-checked before they could safely dispose of it, to check that there wasn't any important information left on the files. Naturally the only other person in the building was Histoire herself; the fairy visible at the staple-shaped reception desk, floating above a document with pen in hand, scanning it before she would sign off on it.
''Here's the last two boxes, Histoire.'' Matthew warmly remarked as he neared, putting the two cardboard boxes next to the fairy.
''I see. Thank you again, Matthew.'' The fairy lifted her gaze long enough to smile before looking back down at her work. ''You may head home now.''
''And are you?''
''Not yet. I still need to work through these boxes.'' Histoire answered.
''Then I'll stay and help.'' The young man suggested instead.
Histoire sighed exasperatedly but didn't protest, her curved lips betraying her thanks. Matthew just returned the warm smile and walked behind the reception desk, taking one of the boxes and carrying it over to where one of his co-workers usually sat, fishing through the box of papers and reading through them with a fine-toothed comb. Most of them were old accounts that had long since shut-down, but it was important to make sure that they were, in fact, closed due to a person's death or moving to another country, lest it cause complications.
As he worked though his eyes drifted over to Histoire, unable to not notice how his 'boss' focused only marginally on her work – more often than not staring at one spot for over a minute at a time before she shook herself out of it. Normally he would write that off as her simply being tired, given how late it was... however it was her conflicted expression at times, followed by a flash of regret, that made him think something more was going on her in her head than work-related problems.
Something that tempted him to speak up. ''Are you alright, Histoire?''
''H-Huh?'' The fairy was visibly jolted out of her thoughts. ''Oh... yes. Yes, I'm fine.''
He hummed, glancing at his work momentarily. ''You don't look so. If you're really that tired you can retire for tonight, I'll finish up for the night.''
''I'm fine, really. I just... have a lot on my mind, is all.'' Histoire deflected half-heartedly.
''Anything I can help with?'' He offered.
Histoire's cheeks went pink at that, making him raise an eyebrow. The fairy didn't respond however, prompting the young man to put his pen down and cross over the short distance to her side, laying a hand on her back – her shoulder too small to hold it. Only then did Histoire respond, namely by way of turning floating up to eye-level and facing him, her cheeks darkening to a rosier, embarrassed hue.
''I... you might.'' Histoire quietly murmured, even though they were the only ones in the building.
''How can I, then?'' He smiled, offering her his hand. ''I'm always ready to help.''
''That you are.'' She laid her much-smaller hand in his own.
Matthew just waited patiently, watching Histoire's small lips move but fail to form the words once, twice, thrice – until finally his boss managed to vocalise her desire.
''I love you.''
''...eh?''
Histoire blushed scarlet. ''D-Don't make me repeat myself!''
''Ah, no-no, I heard you, it's just...'' The young man chuckled sheepishly. ''I'm surprised you're telling that to me of all people. I would've thought you had suitors lining down the street.''
''You'd be surprised.'' Histoire murmured, embarrassed. ''My size alone means I don't get many admirers. Aside from the ones who want connections and such.''
The young man's smile softened at that, curling his fingers in and holding her hand. Histoire blushed at his gentle hold, her small hand fitting within the palm of his and allowing him to rub his thumb over the back of her hand, the simple gesture of affection getting her heart thumping in her chest. Without a word said Histoire dared to float up more, her hand escaping his loose hold and allowing her ever closer-
-until she gave him a kiss on the lips. Hers were so much smaller than his own, smooching his with tentative, almost unsure slowness – pulling back after a brief moment. The young man smiled reassuringly and kissed her on the head, earning a dainty squeak from the fairy. Being around three-foot-tall she seemed so diminutive compared to him and equally as fragile, tempting him to ease into the black office chair behind him, his hands caressing her sides and luring her onto his lap.
''I...'' Histoire fell silent as he laid a finger over her lips, gently shushing her.
''I like you a lot as well, Histoire.'' He confessed to her gently, his finger sliding over her cheek and caressing it. ''Never wanted to say anything since you're my boss and all, but... if you'd have me, I'd love to stay by your side.''
Histoire smiled faintly, eyes falling. ''...even if, one day, I'll outlive you? That you'll grow old as I stay young?''
''Every moment with you makes it worth it.'' The sincerity to his words burned her cheeks.
Rather than respond with words Histoire did so by floating up slightly and kissing him on the lips, the novel sensation equal parts romantic and exciting. The young man agreed with the sentiment, hands holding her waist and kissing her back – mindful to be gentle given how small she was compared to him. Despite the awkward size difference between them Histoire seemed determined to make it work, her hands resting on his shoulders and slowly snaking around them, pushing her petite body against his own.
Matthew responded by shifting his left hand down to her thighs, supporting her feathery weight – only to elicit a squeak from Histoire as he ended up cupping her butt, small as it was. The fairy pulled away from the kiss with rosy cheeks, but the moment he went to murmur an apology she all but yanked him back into a kiss, daringly pushing herself back into his hand. Taking the hint the young man held her rear more firmly, nearly able to hold her with just one hand.
''Mn... ah...'' Histoire shivered as she felt his middle finger slip a bit lower, accidentally brushing between her legs.
The fairy however didn't mind it; if anything she liked it. Floating down slightly Histoire deliberately rubbed herself on his finger, eliciting an aroused breath from the young man before he withdrew his hand – only to curve his hand around to her front, slipping it under her dress. He paused long enough to look her in the eyes, waiting until she gave permission, and when she did his comparatively-thick digits slipped under the waistband of her white pantyhose, her underwear pulled down with it to her knees.
Without it in the way his middle finger could slide along her bare sex, rubbing her lips and earning a shaky mewl from Histoire. Emboldened by the sound the young man worked his finger faster, rubbing her off and eliciting a gasp, her legs reflexively jerking before she forced herself to relax – her moan withering into a whimper when he pushed his singular digit inside her pussy. Thanks to her small size she was tight, her walls clamping down on his middle finger as he inserted it into her, forcing him to thrust it in-and-out and help her get used to the foreign intrusion.
''Ah... Myn...'' Panting Histoire leaned in and kissed him again; moaning against his lips as he fingered her. ''F-Faster...''
The young man complied, wiggling his finger deeper inside her and pumping it into her more vigorously. He could feel her inner walls clamp around his singular digit, squeezing it tight as it slid between her puffy lips. The fairy whimpered from the intrusion but offered no protest, her fingers clutching onto his shoulders tighter for support – daringly starting to float down onto his digit, spearing it in even deeper.
It didn't take much to get her wet. Whether from sheer arousal or the feeling of his comparatively-thick finger inside her he didn't know; but what he did know was that Histoire liked it, judging by her shaky whimpers and laboured moans. Cupping her cheek with his free hand the young man lured her into a kiss, muting Histoire's high-pitched voice as his middle finger speared inside her.
However when Histoire's leg brushed against his crotch, feeling his swollen bulge, the fairy got an idea.
''Mn, h-hold on...'' Histoire murmured – whimpering as he pulled his finger out.
''What is it?'' Matthew tenderly inquired, worried he might have hurt her.
Rather than reply with words Histoire did so by floating down to waist-level, her small hands undoing his belt hurriedly and yanking it apart, his zipper coming down not a moment later. The young man shivered at the feeling and leaned back into his seat, eyes on Histoire as the small fairy tugged his pants and boxers down – only to squeak as his erect cock sprung out, hitting her with enough force to made her jerk back, startled.
The surprise was quick to fade though. Crimson coloured Histoire's cheeks as the fairy floated closer; a mixture of embarrassment and awe on her face as she stared at his sizeable shaft. Considering she was only around three feet tall his cock was nearly a sixth of her size, and when she meekly pressed her crotch against the base of his shaft his cock stretched up her stomach.
''It's so huge...'' The fairy whispered meekly, peeking up at him. ''I-I won't be able to take all of it.''
''That's alright.'' The young man assured.
Histoire flashed him a tentative smile at that, responding by leaning down and licking the tip of his dick – caressing his cock with both hands and stroking his cock. The sensation coaxed a low moan out of Matthew, pleasure teasing his shaft as she gave him a slow, almost shy hand-job, the feeling of her using two hands at once making it all the more erotic. Her tongue felt so small as it lashed across the tip, her eyes shyly staring up at him as she worked, as if looking for approval.
He petted her head as reward, earning a shy smile from his lover before she went back to attending to his cock – soft kisses and tentative licks teasing his shaft. Her hands held his cock more firmly as she got used to the motion, bobbing up-and-down his length eagerly and coaxing stiff moans from his lips. Shutting his eyes briefly he just savoured the sensations of her handling his cock, rocking his hips slightly and thrusting into her hands.
Until Histoire took things a step further, opening her mouth as wide as she could – taking the tip inside. The young man gasped, clutching onto the edge of his seat in an iron grip as he felt her hot, wet mouth engulf his shaft; Histoire's lips sliding deeper down his cock as she pushed her head down. She managed to get a third of the way down before he hit the back of her throat, gagging and immediately rearing her head back... before she pushed herself straight back down again, trying to deep-throat him.
''A-Ah, Histoire, that...!'' He couldn't control his breathing; gasps forcing themselves out of his throat and hastening his breaths. ''Feels too good...!''
His words only emboldened Histoire, her head bobbing up-and-down with wet-sounding slurps that filled his ears, forcing a blissful moan from his throat. His head lolled back on reflex, eyes gazing at the high ceiling above, but lust compelled him to look back down at the fairy as she gave him head – watching with rapt attention as she slurped his swollen shaft. Determined to deep-throat him the fairy once again tried; forcing herself down deeper and deeper even as his dick slid down her throat, blocking off her airways.
The young man had to physically restrain himself from bucking his hips; pure, unbridled heat surging up his cock as he felt his dick push down her throat – his shaft curving down until he nearly reached her stomach, her nose nearly touching his pelvis. Then with a sudden wet gasp she reared her head back up, coughing as she inhaled her own spit.
''You okay?'' The young man asked in concern.
''Y-Yes... it was just difficult, is all...'' Histoire managed to get her breathing under control, albeit with another few punctuating coughs.
Matthew just smiled and petted her shoulder, earning a smile from his lover. Rather than speak Histoire floated up slightly and positioned herself above his sizeable shaft, her skirt held up so he could see the tip move between her thighs. The young man couldn't restrain the shudder of anticipation that travelled through him, one hand holding her ass whilst his other held onto her side, gently guiding Histoire down onto his swollen shaft.
''Ready?'' He whispered.
''Mm.'' Histoire laid her much smaller hands over his own. ''Be gentle.''
The young man nodded, easing the fairy down onto his cock. The tip pried her wet lips apart with only slight resistance, but he met almost instant resistance as he got the tip in – her inner walls clamping tightly around his tight. Histoire whimpered from the slight penetration but didn't tell him to stop, enticing the young man to lower Histoire down deeper, watching with rapt attention as he eased his cock into her comparatively-small body.
He managed to fit only a third in before Histoire gasped for him to stop; to which he did immediately. Whimpering from the fullness inside her Histoire squirmed, her lips pursing to contain a whine before soon letting it out anyway, her breathing fast and heavy. Soothing her the young man leaned in and kissed her forehead, eliciting a bashful smile from his lover before she tilted her head back, allowing their lips to kiss. The simple bit of affection helped distract Histoire from the pain of losing her first; her whimpers slowly fading as she got used to his sizeable shaft.
Until soon she leaned back and nodded at him. ''Go on...''
Taking the hint the young man lifted Histoire up slightly, groaning as he felt her insides clamp around his cock before easing her back down onto his shaft. Histoire pursed her lips but endured the feeling, a shaky whimper escaping the fairy as he gently pumped the top-third of his cock inside her, unable to fit any more than that inside her. Yet even though only part of his cock was inside her it felt downright heavenly for him; reflexive sounds of bliss escaping him as his cock was smothered by her vice-like pussy.
As the fairy got used to his shaft the young man dared to move her faster, almost bouncing her onto his dick. Histoire moaned in bliss, her high-pitched voice sweet on the ears and tempting him to lean back into his seat, just admiring the fairy as he controlled her movements. The fact they were doing this – outright making love – at the receptionist desk made it feel so much lewder, the risk of someone walking in near-zero but still present.
''Ahh... Histoire...'' The young man hissed, rocking his own hips.
The fairy gasped, clenching tightly around his cock as the tip pushed in and bumped against her cervix, filling her slick tunnel to the brim. The bulbous head knocked on her cervix more forcefully as he bounced her onto his cock, any discomfort she felt melting away into pure, tingling pleasure, coaxing a string of adorable moans from Histoire's lips. Lips that were soon claimed in a kiss, earning a happy whine from the fairy.
Matthew broke off the kiss quickly, holding her rear with one hand and moving his other up her dress – earning a dark blush from the fairy in his palm. Yet without protest Histoire stretched her arms up, letting him pull her purple dress all the way off. In its absence her naked body was bared to him, from her flat chest to slender waist, and of course her bare sex. Without any clothes in the way he could see how her lips were stretched apart to fit is girth inside her, a slight bulge visible in her pelvis and one that moved as he bounced her up-and-down his shaft, reshaping her pussy to better fit his comparatively-big cock.
''Ah... it feels strange...'' Histoire breathed out, her eyes screwing shut. ''Faster...''
The young man obliged, settling both hands on her waist and bouncing her faster. Stilted gasps escaped Histoire as she felt him knock on her innermost parts, her legs twitching and back arching as he pounded into her faster. The needy urge within his cock surged up, raw and uncontrollable; only becoming moreso as he drove himself into Histoire's searing depths, his orgasm surging up his shaft.
Until with a gasp he pulled her down, and blew his load. Histoire squealed as she felt hot ropes of semen spurt into her, the sensation so overwhelming it pushed her to her own climax; clamping down on his cock as he creampied her. Pressing up against her cervix he utterly filled her womb with his seed, spurt after spurt filling her baby chamber until he filled her so much that his load began leaking out before he even finished.
Not that the young man minded; bucking his hips several times and unloading all that he had into Histoire – each thick spurt eliciting a whimper from the fairy. Only when his orgasm waned did Matthew lift Histoire up, a low moan tumbling from his lips as his cock sprung from her pussy with a wet pop; allowing a thick deluge of cum to spill out of the small fairy.
''Ahn~'' Histoire shivered, floating down until she was sat on his lap, his cock between her legs. ''T-That was... something else...''
''Like it...?'' The young man murmured, rubbing her cheek with his index finger.
Histoire smiled sweetly and leaned into his finger. ''Mm. Though whether I can get pregnant or not... considering the my biology... I'm not quite sure...?''
''We'll figure things out.'' He assured, tone soft.
''Even if...'' The fairy demurely ran a hand over her bare stomach.
Matthew merely smiled, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. ''Mm. Whether or not it happens, I'll love you for the rest of my life.''
That was all Histoire needed to hear – a delighted cheer escaping her before she peppered his face with kisses, all the burdens on her shoulders lifted in that moment.
[END]
