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Izzy got caught.It was a beautiful day. With the sunlight warming his skin and the sounds of birds surrounding them, Izzy had let his guard down.He’d been in a field, flitting from flower to flower, gathering nectar alongside his clan. Frenchie had been humming a tune, cheerful and jovial, and even Jim had looked at ease. They’d been grinning at a joke that Archie had told, something inane and utterly fantastical, Izzy had no doubt, when suddenly the birds had stopped singing.Izzy was old enough to have seen them before—the humans. Giants, with heavy steps and little mercy. They rarely ventured this far into the forest, but Izzy had heard that they’d become bolder as of late.The rest of his clans hadn’t seen them before, except perhaps for Fang, and despite Izzy’s admonishment that they should all stay vigilant, none of his clan seemed to notice the sudden appearance of the humans right in the clearing.With a sinking heart, Izzy realised that he had strayed further from them than he’d thought.One of the humans, a tall man with grey locks, was more interested in the clouds than in the fairies fluttering around not twenty paces from him. The blond, however… Crouched over and with a keen eye, he sifted through the tall grass, stepping carefully around the flowers.Izzy cursed as he flew closer, desperately trying to get the attention of one from his clan, but to no avail.When finally he was close enough to whistle the alarm signal, Fang snapped to attention and Izzy saw the fear in his eyes as the situation dawned on him.At Fang’s signal, Frenchie and Jim drifted down immediately, their eyes wide, but Archie was elbow-deep in a flower, scooping out nectar, and still hadn’t noticed that anything was amiss.The blond man however… Izzy could see the moment that he saw Archie, and Izzy spun towards her without a thought, flying faster than he’d ever done before. Just as the human reached down, Izzy barrelled into her, knocking her into the grass, but before he could fly away himself, an enormous hand wrapped around him.Izzy twisted around and got a glimpse of blond hair and a dopey smile before he was enveloped in a spray of misty liquid, and then—Darkness.
When he wakes up, he's in a cage. The room is bright but in an unnatural way—it doesn’t feel like the sun in the field, warm and pleasant on his skin.Izzy rises to a sitting position and tries to get his bearings, but nausea threatens to make him vomit. Bracing himself on the side of the wooden frame—the bed?—that he’s on helps him grow steadier, but his head still swims.“Oh, he’s awake,” a voice booms above him. Izzy’s eyes dart to the human looming there, blond and with pinched lips. It’s the same as the one who grabbed him from the field, and rage fills Izzy. “That’s unfortunate, this would be easier if he’d stayed asleep.”“Can’t you just dose him again?” another voice asks. Izzy swivels to see the owner—the beautiful man with grey hair. He’s looking at something, a book, Izzy thinks they’re called.The blond shakes his head and Izzy has to close his eyes for a moment to avoid looking at the swaying movement. “The kit says you’re not supposed to do that within 12 hours. Their little bodies can’t withstand it, the risk of their hearts stopping is simply too high.”“D’you wanna wait ‘till morning, then? If it’s gonna be easier with him asleep?”The blond man wavers, biting at his lip. “I should, shouldn’t I…”“Stede,” the grey-haired man chuckles, putting down his book to look at the blond—at Stede, Izzy supposes. “Stop that. You’ve been dying to try this, just fucking do it. Here, we’ve got some string and shit, we can tie him up so he doesn’t fly away—”The grey-haired man gets up and starts rummaging around the room.“Ed, do you really think it’ll be alright?” Stede asks, staring at Izzy. Izzy cocks his head at the worried look on Stede’s face. What sort of game is he playing at? The nausea is subsiding, and Izzy rises to a crouch, flapping his wings to straighten them out. He’ll need to groom them properly later.He misses Frenchie already—he always knows how to work the kinks out of Izzy’s wings.Ed shrugs, and that’s less than reassuring. “Only one way to find out, yeah? Grab him, will ya?”When the cage opens and Stede sticks his arm through the bars, Izzy flutters his wings and finds the farthest corner he can press himself into, baring his teeth.“Do you think it bites?” Stede asks over his shoulder, his hand still only barely inside.“You fucking bet I do,” Izzy spits, but Stede doesn’t seem to hear him.“Stede, it’s got tiny little teeth and it’s not venomous—you’ll be fine, just get a proper hold of it.”Stede reaches, and Izzy feels the big hand envelop him, squeezing him tightly, and despite digging in his claws and teeth, the giant doesn’t budge.“Oh, you’re right, Ed! This doesn’t hurt at all!” Stede says, and Izzy can feel his bones creaking under the pressure.“Here, I reckon we should tie his arms first, yeah?” Ed says and Izzy struggles harder even as Stede sets him down on the table, keeping Izzy’s chest pressed firmly onto the smooth surface with a broad finger on Izzy’s back. He flutters his wings, trying to take off, but Stede grabs his wings and pinches them together.“How’s this?” Stede asks, and Ed lets out a sound of approval. When more fingers grip Izzy’s arms, folding them behind his back, he struggles against it, but Ed is impossibly strong.“Yeah, no issue, love, it’s fine,” Ed says, and Izzy feels rope around his wrists and arms, knots tightening and keeping his arms locked in place. “‘s just a bit fiddly—he’s so small.”Izzy groans when the ropes are tightened again, the strain of his arms being pulled back like this almost unbearable. Then there’s the sound of the rope being cut, and Ed’s hands withdraw.“Oh, beautiful, Ed,” Stede sighs. He lets go, and Izzy flits upright by his wings, quickly readying himself to take off, the breeze from the window having caught his attention. Perhaps if he’s quick, perhaps he can make it back—Before he can do more than lift a fraction off the ground, he feels a hand wrapping around him again, crushing him, driving the breath from his lungs, and he lets out a weak shout.“Not so fast, asshole,” Ed’s voice is deeper now, a rumbling that threatens to shake Izzy apart. “Stede, didn’t you have some pins or some shit from that insect craze you went on? I think you’re going to need them.”Beside him, Stede is standing, his eyes wide. “That… good reflexes, darling.”“Pins, Stede,” Ed says.“Right.” After a bit of shuffling around, Stede has cleared a bit of table space, and made ready a block of… wood? Izzy is unsure, and when he’s pressed against it, he still doesn’t know what to think. It feels smooth and cool against his arms and back. The sensation dwindles into the background, however, when his wings are stretched out and when Ed flattens his palm onto Izzy, trying to make him lie as flat as possible, Izzy realises even as he struggles against it..The pin in Stede’s hand looks enormous.“No, please—” Izzy pleads, but the two humans don’t seem to hear him. “Please, you can’t—it’ll hurt—please—”The pin is pushed into his wing in one decisive motion, and Izzy lets out a shout. The pain is blinding, but brief, and just as the pain of the first one subsides, a second pin is pushed into another wing, and then a third, and then a fourth.Izzy is panting hard by the time that they stop. He tries to move, but the pins keep him locked in place, and when he pushes off the ground with his leg, his wings threaten to tear, and he settles on his back, letting the tension fade from his body.“Aw, look at him,” one of the humans says, Ed, Izzy thinks, but focusing is hard. “Here, to finish the job—” another rope is looped around his thigh a couple of times, bending his leg at his knee. “Isn’t that pretty?”Izzy tries to move, to stretch his leg from the taut position, but finds it impossible, and he breathes hard with the effort.“He’s perfect, Ed,” Stede says, and Izzy resents the soft tone in his voice. “And so small… He’ll benefit from the nutrients, especially with that missing leg of his, poor thing.”“Yeah, I reckon you could’ve done worse for a first catch,” Ed says, and Izzy feels weighed and measured by him. “I still don’t really get your fascination with them, but—” with a finger, Ed pushes at Izzy’s dick and balls, and a sudden jolt of fear courses through Izzy. “They’re more fun than the spiders you kept, that’s for sure.”Stede swats Ed’s hand away, and Izzy inhales shakily. “Oh, stop that. And yes, I do believe this one will be interesting. Now, what’s the first step…” Stede has retrieved a small book and peers over it as he touches a few items on the table. “Got that, got those, oh we’ll probably need this as well, he's so small…”Ed picks up a box larger than Izzy and picks out an oval purple ball. It looks small between his fingers, and it glints in the light, translucent and beautiful. “Do you think they’ll fit?” He squishes it, and Izzy sees that the ball has a bit of flexibility to it, it bounces back to its original shape immediately.“The pamphlet is quite clear, if it doesn’t, we just need to use these—” he gestures towards another box, “—until it does.” He flips the box open and eyes Izzy. “Right, I think we should start with them, actually,” he says, and picks out an instrument that makes Izzy’s eyes go wide.“What the fuck—” Izzy breathes when Stede brings the rod next to him, measuring it against his body. It’s thicker than two of Izzy’s fingers, and longer than his forearm. He’d heard that some humans had… tendencies with fairies, but the notion makes him shudder. Stede lays the rod on Izzy’s stomach, humming slightly to himself. Izzy shakes his head. “There’s no way that’ll fit, you’ll break me, you fucker, you—”A splash of something ice-cold against his ass makes him flinch away, the pins in his wings keeping him from moving more than a fraction.“No, no, no, no, no—” he pleads as Stede places the rod at his hole. When he pushes it in, Izzy keens, barely hearing the chattering above him from the burning in his ass, the relentless way it’s pistoned back and forth.“—s not too bad, that was easier than I thought it would be!” Stede’s voice cuts through the haze in Izzy’s mind. “I still think we should do one a few sizes bigger, just to be certain, but then he’ll be ready.”The rod is removed and Izzy relishes the emptiness in his ass, the way the burning is quickly subsiding, but before he can appreciate it properly, another rod is set at his hole again, twice the size of the first one, and he wails as it’s pushed in, tears falling from his eyes.“—starting to get why you like these,” Ed says, and Izzy feels a finger on his chin, pushing his face upwards. He cracks open an eye, and sees Ed staring at him, even as Stede is working the rod in his ass.“Oh, shush, Ed, it’s purely scientific,” Stede admonishes him, twisting the rod in a way that makes Izzy tremble.“Oh, is it?” Ed lets go of Izzy’s chin. “Is that why you’re hard in your fuckin’ chinos?”The rod stills inside of Izzy, jammed into him so far that he feels like he can taste it, and he pants, his head falling to his chest.“I—” Stede swallows audibly. “We should get the eggs. Move this along, as it were.”Ed chuckles. “Sure. Get the critter its nutrients, right?”Stede nods. “Right, yes, exactly.” He pulls the rod out and Izzy yelps. It’s becoming easier to bear now, the stretch in his ass, though it’s still bigger than anything he has ever taken before.Izzy's brain catches up. Eggs?“Alright, so the pamphlet says to gauge how many the fairy needs by its size. And well, this one is tiny, isn’t it?” Stede peers at Izzy.Ed nods. “It sure is. How many do you think?”Pointing to the book in his hand, Stede leans towards Ed. “Maybe this category? Five?”“That’s a lot for such a little guy, isn’t it?” Ed says, and squints at Izzy. He squirms under the attention and grits his teeth. Already his arms are tingling from lying on them, but the ache in his ass and wings is taking up more focus.“It says they can take many more than you’d think, look—” Stede gestures. “And this category goes all the way to fifteen, but that seems unrealistic…”Ed shrugs. “Let's just try, yeah? If it doesn’t fit, we’ll stop.”“Right, of course.” Stede breathes, and at the suddenly single-minded stare directed at him, Izzy stills.When Stede extracts one of the balls from the box that Ed had been playing with, Izzy realises that they are what they’d been discussing. Eggs, they’d called them. He shakes his head, violently throwing himself from side to side when Stede brings it closer, and Izzy can see the size of it. It’s bigger than his fist, purple and with a liquid inside of it, and Izzy can’t help the low litany of pleas that fall from his lips.They fall on deaf ears.More of the cold liquid is added to his ass, and Izzy flinches, even before the egg is pushed into him, relentlessly shoved forward. He bellows as it breaches him, the tip of Stede’s finger pushing against his hole as well, too big to enter, but pushing the egg securely inside of him.“Another,” Ed says quietly, and Stede acquiesces before Izzy has time to catch his breath.“I wonder how it feels,” Stede muses as he pushes the second egg into Izzy. “They’re all malleable, maybe that’s how the little creatures can fit so many. Hand me another few, will you?”Izzy loses track of how many eggs are pushed into him, one after the other, a quick succession of his ass being stretched to its limit, the muscle screaming at him, only for the egg to slide fully into him, knocking against the eggs already sitting inside of him.“That was eight, I think,” Stede says when there’s finally a break. Izzy can feel warm tears on his cheeks, can feel that he’s grown red and flushed.When Ed prods at his stomach, he becomes aware of how full he feels. The eggs are jostled, moving around at Ed’s touch, and Izzy feels dizzy with the sensation.“He can fit more,” Ed rumbles. “I can barely even feel them. C’mere, give me some—”Izzy hiccoughs, pleading through the fullness. “No, I can’t, I can’t, I’m too—” another egg is set at his ass, but it catches as it’s pressed inside of him, burning in a way the others hadn’t, and Izzy shouts.“Shit, where’s the lube?” Ed asks, and another squirt of the cold liquid is added to Izzy’s ass, quickly followed by one, two, three eggs.Izzy loses count again.When there’s finally another pause, there are fingers squeezing at his belly, pushing and
prodding him one way and another. Ed laughs. “Now we’re talking. Look how round he is.” With a finger on either side of his belly, Ed squeezes him, and Izzy lets out a sob, feeling ready to burst. “He can fit a few more though, don’t you think?”Stede’s fingers replace Ed’s and explore Izzy’s body, rubbing over his chest, the roundness of his belly, pushing the tip of his finger into Izzy’s ass. “I don’t think you’re supposed to give them that many, this is already more than the pamphlet described, isn’t it?”“Doesn’t really matter, does it?” Ed says. Izzy whimpers when Stede rubs on his belly again. “Didn’t that pamphlet say that any nutrients that he can’t absorb will just be washed out?”“I suppose…”“C’mon Stede,” Ed says, and Stede is already reaching for another egg. “Wanna see him filled to the brim, yeah?” The egg is pushed in, and it’s all-consuming, the sensation of the egg moulding itself to fit against the others, taking up all the space inside of Izzy and making more, the pressure of his body expanding to fit.Izzy pants, his eyes squeezed closed. He tries to accommodate the egg, but it’s becoming harder and harder.“Another,” Ed breathes, and he’s farther away now. There’s a screech of a chair moving, and Izzy opens his eyes even as another egg is pushed inside. It takes a moment before he understands what he’s looking at, but then his eyes widen. Ed has opened Stede’s trousers and let free his cock, hard and leaking. It’s bigger than Izzy himself, and he doesn’t know what this means, but he squirms again, panic making him try to get away. It’s impossible, even if he’d not been pinned in place, he wouldn’t have been able to move, not with his belly expanded and weighed down like this.“Ed—” Stede gasps as Ed’s hand wraps around Stede’s dick. “O-oh—”“Come on, keep going,” Ed says, and there’s a smile in his voice. “I’ll take care of you, you just focus on filling him up, yeah?”“Fuck—” Stede curses, and his hands are trembling when he continues, a bit rougher now, tugging at Izzy in small jolts, in tune with Ed’s hand on his cock. “Oh, Ed—”“It’s okay, come on now, love,” Ed murmurs.Stede’s breath hitches. “I’m not gonna last.”“That’s fine, just get one more into him, alright?”It’s impossible. Izzy feels as if he’s choking with how full he is, the last egg barely inside of him, his ass open. Still, Stede manages to shove another egg half-way inside of Izzy, and it hurts, it burns, the fullness and the weight, and Izzy can’t help the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.The egg can’t go further, despite Stede’s shaking fingers pushing mercilessly at it.“It-it can’t—” Stede gasps, and Ed lets out an appreciative sound.“Fuck, but look at him, Stede,” he says, and jerks Stede’s cock harder. “He’s so full of them, look—”
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Stede moans, loud and jarring in Izzy’s ears. His cheeks are flushed and he reaches forward with two fingers. When he touches Izzy’s belly, Stede comes like a thunderbolt.“Fuck—” Ed says and Izzy doesn’t register that he’s pushing forward, leaning Stede over the table, until warm come is dripping onto him, covering his belly, his chest, his mouth.Izzy coughs, twisting his head to the side, but the sticky liquid is in his nose, his hair, his mouth. It’s salty and bitter, and viscous in a way that makes it difficult for him to spit it out. The movement makes the eggs shift, and he struggles harder, coughing and hacking as Stede keeps coming over him, his moaning and panting loud in Izzy’s ears, until finally, he’s spent, and a last dribble wets Izzy’s hair.“Oh, Ed,” Stede sighs, and Izzy can hear kissing for a long moment, even as he coughs again, attempting to clear his airways. He can feel that a few of the eggs pop out as he coughs, and it’s a relief, the pressure lessening somewhat. “That was wonderful. Do you want me to—”“Nah,” Ed says, and shuffles Stede to the side. “I wanna try something else.”It’s jarring, when Ed grabs the board that Izzy is pinned to and sets it upright.“Shit, the eggs are falling out,” Ed says, and Stede answers with a soft sound. “Whatever, we can put them back in afterwards.”Ed’s dick is not as big as Stede’s but when he lines it up with Izzy, upright and feeling heavy as a rock, Izzy inhales brokenly, fear gripping him again. “Oh, don’t worry, little one, there’s no world where I’d be able to fit, I just wanna—” Ed pushes the length of his dick, slick, Izzy notices, against Izzy’s body, and the pressure on his belly is enough to make Izzy keen.It doesn’t fit, and after pushing the head of his cock awkwardly against Izzy’s chest, his chin, his belly, a couple of times, Ed seems to realise. “How about….” he mutters and changes his angle. “Hey Stede, hold this—” Stede’s hand darts out and takes over the board, holding it upright as Ed grabs Izzy’s thighs and loosens the rope keeping his leg bent. “Oh hell yeah,” Ed mutters and wraps Izzy’s legs around his dick. When he thrusts, he tightens his grip on Izzy’s legs, using them to jerk himself off, and he thrusts upwards, driving against Izzy’s belly. Tears fall from Izzy’s eyes again at the sensation of being endlessly full and Ed’s dick squeezing against him, the way his thighs are kept tight around the hard member—of his body being used in this manner.“Ed—” Stede breathes, and there’s a reverent tone in his voice. “That’s beautiful.”At the praise, Ed comes, and Izzy’s almost relieved when the warm liquid covers his face again, because at least the pressure on his belly will disappear soon. “Fuck—” Ed bites out, and grinds against Izzy, his finger coming up behind Izzy’s neck, tilting Izzy’s head forward into the stream of come.He tastes different than Stede but not by much, and Izzy splutters as his mouth fills. Ed stays like that as he lets out a deep groan. He grinds into Izzy a final time, before he steps away, leaving Izzy hanging on the board, the come rapidly cooling on his skin.Izzy coughs again, weaker this time, and drool mingles with the come. At least it’s easier to breathe this time since he’s upright.As he’s allowed to hang there for a moment, no hands touching him, no eggs being pushed into him, Izzy wonders when this will end, The fullness of his belly is a consistent ache, but as long as he doesn’t move and isn’t pushed and prodded, Izzy can almost abide it.Then, the board is laid on the table again and Izzy tenses up.“Aw, look at that, a bunch of them fell out. Let's get these back inside, can’t waste these,” Ed says, and Izzy can't look at him, not with the come covering his face, his eyes, but he feels the large fingers spreading his legs again, and more tears are welling from his eyes, stinging almost as much as the viscous liquid does.The eggs are pushed into him again, and he moans in protest, gagging on the come slipping into his throat. The intrusion is easier the second time, but he still squirms under Ed's touch, too full, too heavy.“There,” Ed says as he pushes a final egg inside of him..A bit of moist fabric is wiped over his face, taking with it the worst of the remaining come, and Izzy breathes a bit easier. The tears haven’t stopped.Stede is fiddling with the book again. “So, according to the pamphlet, we’re supposed to keep him until the eggs have been fully absorbed and then release him—”Ed cuts him off. “What, you want to put him back out there?”“What happened to you not wanting pets?” Stede asks with a little smile. “I seem to remember you being quite adamant on that point.”Ed laughs and wraps an arm around Stede. “I reckon that I can waive that rule for this little fella. Now, come on, love.” As Izzy starts drifting from consciousness, he has a delirious moment where he thinks that Ed is talking to him. “Let’s go to bed, yeah? You need to rest.”Izzy hears Stede yawning and feels exhaustion creeping up on himself as well. “Yes, it’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”“It sure has. You dragged me around that blasted forest for hours, and I’m sore,” Ed complains. “And I’ve gotten like… ten mosquito bites, look!”“Ah yes, that’s nature, love. But it has been exciting, right?”“Oh yes. Very exciting.”“So you think he'll be alright like this tonight?” Stede asks, and Ed pokes at Izzy.“Should probably put him in the cage, just in case he gets free,” he says and Stede nods emphatically. “I’ll go brush my teeth.”“I'd hate to lose him after all this, yes!” he replies as Ed saunters out of the room again. Stede lifts the board into the cage, manoeuvring carefully but still jostling Izzy unpleasantly. He can feel the pins threatening to tear at his wings, can feel his arms growing numb.When the board is set down again, Stede hums at it for a moment. “Those eggs are threatening to fall out again, aren’t they… Let's get gravity to help out, huh?” The board is tilted again, the bottom of it laid on the bed where Izzy had woken up. Izzy’s head is lower than the rest of his body, and he whimpers.Stede rubs a finger against Izzy's belly once more, and when the eggs move, Izzy sobs.The human finally seems to notice.“Oh, you poor thing,” he croons, his finger still rubbing little circles into Izzy's belly. “You'll be right as rain soon enough, you'll feel much better once these have dissolved.” He taps a finger against Izzy's belly a few times before withdrawing his arm and closing the cage, the lock loud in the quiet.“Goodnight little one,” Stede calls out. “Tomorrow we’ll give you a bath, I think, and oh, we really should find a name for you, actually, if Ed wants to keep you. This has been such an exciting day, I can’t believe that we found a fairy on our first try!”He shuts off the light, leaving Izzy in the darkness, his belly aching and his arms bound, helpless to move into a more comfortable position.It takes a while, but as Izzy drifts off, he thinks of his clan in the field. Frenchie, Jim, Archie, Fang—if Ed and Stede intend to keep him, will he ever see them again?Perhaps it’s better this way. At least his captors won’t go hunting in that field for another fairy. Maybe they’ll stay hidden, stay out of sight. Perhaps they’ll be safe.He hopes they’ll think of him sometime. That they’ll remember him, even if just for a moment.