The Stackers Fairy

I needed something to vent on, so I finished this in the last couple days. More Stackers! Thanks again to the patron who inspired this place with his goblin waitress idea. This time I’m looking into fairies. They’ve made cameos in other stories but I haven’t gone into them in depth in my ghetto goblin monsterverse cinematic universe. They’re tiny but surprisingly solid, flying and naturally magical. I made one a stoner and one a dudebro in the past, but played Brigit here a little more straight. Fun and flirty waitress with a spin that only fairies can deliver.

“Hey, guy! Welcome to Stackers!”

A purple-winged fairy fluttered up to the waiting area and smiled at her customer. It was hard to tell unless you focused on her, but fairies had a way of grabbing your attention. Rapidly-beating purple wings that shed slowly fading glitter everywhere did that to a lady. She was too small to wear a nametag and didn’t bother with any shoes, but she did have a miniature version of the Stackers shorts and low-cut top on. While she was barely 12 inches tall, she was far bustier than most fairies. That was to say she didn’t look like an absolute twig of androgyny. Her pink hair was wove into a tight braid to her middle back and a pair of marble-sized breasts wobbled subtly inside her top.

“Right this way! I’m Brigit and I’ll be your sever tonight. First time at Stackers?” while her voice was high and squeaky, her voice came loud and clear. Nobody was quite sure how the creatures who shared the stats of an especially large moth were able to speak so loud while wielding the strength of a human teenager beyond “magic, I guess?”

“No, I’ve been a couple times before,” Wayne answered as he looked around at the restaurant. Half-pint hotties roamed the shortstack-themed restaurant, carrying trays of beer, pancakes, chicken and other dishes. Busty goblins and gnomes were everywhere, with the occasional halfling, kobold, dwarf or fairy around.

“Aww, I don’t remember you,” Brigit whined cutely. “You’re gonna make me jealous!”

“I’m just trying things out. I’ve never been with a shortstack before I came to this place so I’m seeing what it’s like.”

“Oh yea? So no pressure or anything,” the fairy giggled as she showed him to his booth. She flew down and landed her dainty feet on the table, producing a tiny notepad and pen from a pouch on her hip. “So what can I start you with?”

“I’ll get the Tall Order combo with the thigh sandwich. And a mug of the shortcake cider,” Wayne reported promptly.

“Sweet tastes. I like it!” the pixie complimented.

“Well, I didn’t want to bust your back with too heavy an order,” Wayne said with a smile. He held out his menu uncertainly, but the sprite pulled it easily from his fingers.

“Oh you don’t know the kind of stuff I can take, tallfry.” Brigit flashed him a sparkling grin before she twinkled back towards the kitchen. She stuck his order on a small hook where a magnifying glass was propped up on the other side of the counter. She fluttered around to talk with a few coworkers before she hefted a tray with his mug over her head. Brigit came back over and sit down her serving tray with a stance like she was an Olympic weightlifter.

“So is there anything I should know about if I start dating a fairy?” Wayne asked with a charming smile.

“Closer to most stacks than you’d think,” she said chipperly as she set his mug off the tray. “Except we can look you in the eye when we talk to you. We’re not as flimsy as we look, but of course it’s polite to let us check out what you’re working with first. Figure out how much of a… strain we’re gonna go through. Speaking of!” 

While Wayne had his hand full taking a sip of his sweet alcohol, Brigit hopped off the edge of the table and into his lap. Her strong little hands quickly undid his fly as her high-tipped wings tucked themselves down behind her back. With a bit of wriggling she stuck her legs down the inside of his fly, pulled back his boxers, and literally got in Wayne’s pants.

“Do you uh… need the curtain shut?” he offered as her spindly body pressed up against his erection.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m covered.” Brigit pulled up on his zipper, sealing it up halfway so most of her body was hidden from view. It didn’t keep Wayne from feeling her dainty little hands and firm little breasts rubbing all over his shaft. Her fingers were fine enough that she could massage every tender sweet spot of his cock, wrapping her legs around the entire thing when her thighs weren’t enough.

Wayne grunted quietly as she ground her whole body against his shaft, tracing her feet and fingers over whatever parts got the most reaction. She giggled and rubbed her face against the head of his cock, barely taller than the entire cock combined. She shifted around to pop her wings out flashily behind her, creating a puff of glitter across his lap that quickly faded from existence. She kissed around the edge of his cockhead, her tiny tongue lapping up a mouthful from a single drop of his leaking precum. She shifted her legs around until her dainty feet were standing on his balls. He was surprised to realize that was what she was doing with her barely existent weight feeling more like a rubbing than the stomping pain any other species would have brought with them.

Brigit grinned up at him as she lifted her shirt, peeling it off so that her little round breasts bumped against his hardon. She started to grind her whole body against it, feeling like she was simultaneously sucking, riding, jerking off and titfucking him as her wings fluttered excitedly. The combined sensations made his dick twitch a few times, bucking her around as she hung onto it until he orgasmed all over her. It was no exaggeration, given the scale she was working at; a thick glob of cum landed on her head and splattered over her shoulders and chest. Even more went dripping down her as she giggled and writhed, soaking herself under his dribbling one-man bukkake.

“Handy little thing, aren’t you?” Wayne asked with a shudder. She squeezed her sloppy self out of his pants, snatching up a napkin with swift expertise to help clean him up.

“Handies, head, hotdogging… just about anything but anal and wingjobs.”

“Really now?” Wayne asked as he took a fresh drink and passed her another napkin for herself. She wrapped herself in it like a blanket before scrubbing herself off.

“Yea, I can do wingjobs, but that much messes with the pixie dust. I can’t fly for like a half hour after one of those. As for anal… well, even the human girls say it’s a tight fit back there. Besides that, I love hanging with you mannies.”

She collected the dirty napkins on her tray as she flew back into the air, letting Wayne zip up his fly. “Well your food should be all ready soon. I’m gonna grab that for you once I’m done cleaning of my… uh, everything.”

“Not a problem. And could you get me another Sprite when you get back?”

“Oh ha, ha,” she said sarcastically. “I totally don’t hear that one five times a night.”

The sloppy fairy winked and zipped off with his trash. She returned with Wayne’s chicken sandwich and fries, letting him recuperate from his orgasm and refuel by the time she checked back. 

“Don’t know where you big boys put it all,” Brigit noted as she flew up with her hands on her hips. Her hair was still a slightly darker shade of purple from the shower. “You must burn a lot of calories keeping that stumps so hard.”

“Not as much as I’d like,” Wayne joked as he finished off his fries.

“Don’t suppose with the cake shake you’re gonna want any dessert?”

“Not especially, but I could go for seconds on certain things.”

“No sweat,” Brigit said with a tiny wink. She flew up and tugged the thin curtain shut around the edge of their booth.

“I thought you had it covered last time,” Wayne commented. Not that he was objecting. He wasn’t into exhibitionism in particular but she really did look like she was little more than a twitching bulge in his pants when she gave him his undersized handjob.

“For the easy stuff? Sure. This one’s a little more exciting.” Brigit reopened his pants in quick order, only this time she tugged his hardon out of his pants. The fairy tugged on his pants a couple times until Wayne got the point and raised his hips enough for her to pull his pants and underwear around his thighs. With his dick fully exposed to her, she went into her pole dance… with him as the pole.

The fairy strutted dainty circles around his cock, tracing her hand along it like she was holding herself steady. She stroked him lightly as her delicate feet pranced across his legs and crotch. She occasionally looped an arm around it to give a more acrobatic twirl, sliding her full (if minor) bodyweight into him as she tugged his cock after her. She planted a hand on his cockhead as she hooked a leg around it, grinning as she ground her hips against it in a mismatched mockery of a hump. She planted a firm kiss on the tip as she started to strip down, taking her time to undress at a teasingly slow pace. 

She removed and looped her shirt around his shaft, leaning back to flap her wings rapidly. The tingling fairy dust briefly tickled his thighs and balls before she twirled back to her feet and tossed her top on the table. She bent over and wiggled her way out of her shorts, showing her lack of underwear as she shook her radiantly pale ass. She gave it a quick smack before she flew a couple inches into the air, flying right out of her shorts and keeping her hands braced on the top of his dick. Brigit beat her wings rapidly, hovering upside down as she posed like she was doing a handstand. Her lightweight hands rubbed at the head of his cock as she hovered over it, spreading eagle in her upside-down position. Her blueberry-colored pussy was spread out for him to see in all if it’s tiny beauty, giving him the best view of a fairy he’d get without an anatomy textbook.

Brigit planted a few kisses on the tip before she swung over him, flapping her wings to hover upright in front of his shaft. Wayne was as hard as he could be, his cock standing straight up and down with a slight trickle of precum running down it. Brigit scooped up another handful and noisily sucked down a couple drops.

“Okay, big boy. Make a wish.” Brigit flew directly over his cock and sat down on top of it. She gave the occasional flick of her wings for balance, but Wayne was hard enough that he could balance the featherweight fairy on the tip of his dick. She smiled and opened her legs wider, slowly easing him into her. Brigit’s face broke into a lip-biting moan as Wayne only managed to fit about half his cockhead inside her. She started to rock her hips, tilting his cock around as she rode on the very tip of it.

“You like that, baby?” Wayne asked with a flimsy smirk, leaning back into his seat to let Brigit do her thing.

“Ohhh yes… I love a stilt who’s got dick to spare.” Wayne didn’t fit deep inside her, but her strong little hips pumped his cock with her miniaturized humping. A firm pump of her hips rolled his cock back and forth as her feet and legs rubbed against his lower cock for balance. It felt like much more than it was as her pussy smeared his precum inside her already overflowing pussy.

“Want to give me a hand, my big friendly giant?” Brigit held out her hands for him and he gave her one of his. She took Wayne’s fingers and wrapped them lightly around her, smiling up at him as she wiggled her hips on his dick. He gave her a soft squeeze until he felt her moan inside his grip. He felt her hard, little nipples brushing against this index finger and her heated breathing making her stomach pulse against his ring finger.

“That’s it. You like your little flying fleshlight, don’t you, giant?” Brigit’s playful smile had faded for a look of actual lust. Her half-lidded eyes seemed to beg for more and Wayne gave a testing thrust of his cock. With her held steady in his hand, the fairy gave a short wail from the fat, rubbery head pushing harder against her slit.

“Yes! Yessss. Flood me with that cum, big guy,” she praised in a soft and high-pitched whisper. “Use that pussy popper and just tear me a fucking new one~!”

Wayne started to tug on her body, moving as if he were masturbating a little too high for his actual dick. It pumped her up and down, her desperately squeezing legs and throbbing pussy sliding over his shaft. With a sound like a high-pitched hiccup, Brigit’s legs clamped shut around Wayne’s erection. Her wings tensed and she leaned forward with her mouth open, giving some tiny squeaks as a shiny, rainbow-colored trickle of cum ran down Wayne’s cock. Her wings gave a few stiff, hard beats as they sprinkled pixie dust in their wake, rocking his dick back and forth as she rode out her small but shocking orgasm.

She let out a quick little whoop as Wayne finally came. She was mostly full on just his precum, so when he shot his load she went flying off along with it. Wayne gave a short laugh as she looked like she was sitting on the cork of a champagne bottle, propelled off him my his jizz as she snapped her wings back into action. 

“Phew! I always forget how hard those stumps can kick!” Brigit squeaked. She carefully avoided the leftovers on Wayne’s plate as a few small globs of cum clung to her legs. She gave a few dainty kicks to trickle them out onto a used napkin.

“Sorry about that. I should have warned you,” Wayne said despite his doofy grin.

“Oh don’t be! It’s a hell of a ride!” Brigit noted happily. “It’s like fucking a fireworks display!”

“That’s… surprisingly accurate,” Wayne confessed. He looked down at his cock, the last oozings of white leaking out to mix with her colorful cum. “So… rainbow cum, huh?”

“Cummin’ rainbows,” she confirmed. “And it feels as good as it sounds.” Once she’d cleaned herself up, Brigit picked up her shorts and tugged them on. “You want a box for that, by the way?”

“Oh, no thanks. I can finish it,” Wayne assured her.

“Cool! Just didn’t want you to forget that sometimes I’m your actual waitress,” she laughed. She redressed and gathered some of his plates before she snapped her fingers.

“Oh and you might want to wait a minute to put your pants back on,” she reminded him.

“Why’s that?”

“Fairy cum stains clothes like crazy. Give it another minute or two to dry unless you want to look like you jazzed a box of crayons in your pants.”

“Thanks… for the warning.” Wayne testingly dabbed a napkin against his cock and it did come back like a multicolored fingerprint.

“Sure thing. Sorry not sorry,” Brigit chimed. She peeled off his check and set it on the table before she fluttered out over the curtain.