Halloween Shorts #4 - The Fae and Their Pranks

It’s a season of change, autumn. Summer fading away, succumbing to winter. Magic—often wild magic, can thrive at such a time. At the edges of civilization, where woods meet pavement, the collision can bring out faeries, in particular. Generally unmalicious, though some thrive on chaos and suffering—and all of them love a good prank.

Darren was about to find out, as he pulled into the rural truck stop on his road trip. He was starving, and there hadn’t been many places to pull off and eat. He got out of the car, feeling rather out of place in his nice, urban clothes around a bunch of flannel and camo wearing truckers. The oddity was also noticed by a few fae on the edge of the wood, who watched as Darren hunched his shoulders and headed into the diner for a bit of dinner. The tittered, and schemed, and when Darren emerged from the restaurant an hour later, he walked out and discovered that all four of the tires on his car had gone completely flat—and he absolutely no service on his cell phone.

“God fucking damn it,” he muttered, looking around and trying to figure out what to do. Night had fallen properly while he was eating, and he figured he could probably get some help back in the restaurant. His plight, however, had already been noticed by one trucker, who was lumbering over to see if he could offer any assistance. 

It happened fast, the odd little flutter of wings, the slight shimmer of dust on the air around the trucker as he approached Darren and his car, the laughter that might have just been a leaves in the wind. The trucker though, as he came closer, was changing. He’d already been a large fellow, a few inches over six feet, and weighing in over three hundred pounds. Now though, Darren watched as the stranger began to change, growing even larger now, his skin taking on a sickly, greenish hue, fur covering his body, even as his clothes began to tear off. By the time the ogre lurched over to where Darren was, he was easily seven feet tall, covered in hair, with short tusks pushing out of his mouth and a massive cock swinging between his legs.

Darren tried to run, only for a little winged figure to dart in front of him, laughing. The thing held up its palm, and blew a cloud of dust into Darren’s face, making his sneeze, his vision swirling. The ogre grabbed him, threw him over his shoulder, and tromped off into the woods while the rest of the fae laughed and giggled and followed after them to watch the show.

The next morning, the trucker and Darren stumbled back out of the thicket, naked and dazed, trying to remember what had happened that night. The trucker was human again—mostly. He was taller, thicker, and still had his bottom incisors sticking out of his mouth slightly. Darren, though, was in love, thanks to a little fae manipulation. “Come on boy, let’s git back on the road,” the trucker said, walking naked back to his truck.

“Yes Daddy,” Darren said, and hurried after him, ready to follow his smelly, big dicked ogre trucker daddy to the ends of the earth.