Kidnapped and Bred by the Fae

I have always enjoyed going out into the forest and experiencing all that nature has to offer me there. The fresh air, sounds of surrounding animals, the rich tapestry of green leaves and dappled light, and the scent of the forest has always had an almost intoxicating effect on me. This was all too true on the day that I wandered out of my home and into the forest for the last time.

Walking on the usual path, I wandered off the trail following a beautiful white stag, more magnificent than any deer I’d seen before. I was drawn to it, feeling my curiosity pull me deeper and deeper into the forest, even after I lost sight of the beautiful, otherworldly creature. I no longer knew where I was.

While I was terrified of the prospects of making my way back when I had no idea of the direction from which I came, I was also fascinated by the forest I saw around me, which seemed almost transformed from the world of endless green I knew and found familiar and comforting. Instead, I felt an intense feeling of unease mixed with awe and curiosity as I surveyed the flora and fauna that were similar to those I’m familiar with… but altered in ways that I’d never seen. The animals often had extra limbs, eyes, or tails. Some of them were tinged bright unusual colors or seemed to faintly glow. The forest appeared covered in bluebells and foxgloves, more than I had ever seen in this forest before. Other flowers I could not identify at all. They were massive, bright, and pristine. The air had a scent like a blend of strange floral incense that smelled entirely different than anything I’d smelled before.

I turned towards the way I guessed I’d come from and began to walk quickly, but my surroundings did not change regardless of where I walked. I grew more and more anxious, feeling as though the forest itself was watching me. I felt that I had perhaps somehow ended up in a different forest entirely. This was not the forest I knew and loved, the one that held me safely for years.

I felt tears roll down my face. Exhausted and exacerbated, I laid down to rest on a nearby patch of grass that looked soft. As I pondered fruitlessly what to do and how to get myself out of my predicament, I watched the sky turn to dusk and then to night, a full moon rising above me.

“It’s always a full moon here,” I heard in a soft voice behind me.

“Huh?” I asked, looking around and finding no one. “Where are you?”

There was no response. Eventually my fear was not enough to keep me awake, and I dozed off, lulled to sleep by ethereal music. My dreams were full of colors and abstract shapes, spectacular and indecipherable.

—

Upon waking, there was a teacup full of a sweet-smelling dark red tea in front of me. Feeling incredibly thirsty and not knowing when I would next find something to eat or drink, I drank the tea against my better judgment. It was then that I noticed the ring of amanita mushrooms surrounding me. Had these been there last night?

I got up and began to look for a way back home, not knowing how to do so when I recognized nothing. Eventually, my vision developed a pink hue and the colors around me grew brighter. My body felt warmer and lighter. I was almost enjoying it until my surroundings began to melt into a horrid rainbow of destruction, revealing a twisted otherworldly world superimposed on the previous. The trees were still present, but were impossibly tall with twisting trunks reaching up into the sky, intertwining with each other to form a gnarled canopy of branches and tree trunks above me. The trees were coated in leaves of all shapes, sizes, and colors. The flowers were massive and seemed like they could swallow me if they wanted to. Little light permeated the forest canopy, but the creatures surrounding me all emitted their own light in various colors.

As for the creatures surrounding me, they were of all shapes and sizes, with some being no bigger than my hand, and others being more than two or three times my size. They were beautiful and hideous, terrifying and comforting, of all sorts of dispositions and appearances. They were all looking at me. I began to realize that the place I ended up may be Faery Country. But if that’s the case, that means…

“You drank my tea,” A voice called out gleefully from the crowd. A tall, beautiful, sinister figure stepped out of the crowd and approached me. “That means that you are mine now.”

“What?” I asked, confused and taken aback. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Of course it does,” they told me, a bit of annoyance showing through their voice. “Those are the tea rules. That was the condition for drinking my tea. Everyone knows this. You can see us now, so you can either be my pet, or you will be our next tithe to Hell.”

“What the heck? Y’all actually do tithes to Hell?” I asked.

The fae people surrounding us started to laugh. “Maybe we do! Maybe we’d just kill you. Regardless, we take upholding our agreements very seriously.”

“What agreement?” I asked, on the verge of tears.

“The one you made when you drank my tea. Now that you’ve consumed drink here, you can never leave. Do you understand, pet?” they said, smiling hungrily at me.

I did indeed understand. I recalled hearing of this in my folklore studies. You cannot leave once you’ve taken food or drink in Faery Country. How could I have let this happen? How long has it been back in the mortal world? How many days, months, years? “I understand,” I told them hesitantly.

“Good,” they said. “You may address me as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’. Let’s see if you’re worth keeping around. We are going to have fun with you! The revelries are just starting, and you are a key part of the entertainment. Be a good pet now and say nothing else except ‘yes Master’ in response.”

My eyes widened at this. I looked at the larger faery creatures and was horrified to think what they might do with my much smaller body. Despite this fear, I couldn’t help but become a bit aroused by the thought of being used as a plaything for creatures so much more powerful than myself. I couldn’t deny my desire to be helpless to resist them. I let out a shaky “Y-yes Master.”

“Good boy. Now your Mistress is going to fuck you first on the stage over there while our friends begin the singing and dancing. Then I will tie you up and let them have their fun with you. Now be a good boy for Master and don't say another word.”

I was filled with lust and fear as they dragged me over to the stage that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Otherworldly music began while we made our way to the stage. People began to dance and cheer more and more the closer we got to the stage.

When we were finally on the stage, Mistress grabbed me and pushed me to the ground. “See how weak and helpless they are?” they announced, addressing the laughing and cheering crowd that was getting more and more rowdy by the moment. I looked down and realized that I was somehow already naked. Master forced apart my legs, grabbing my ankles and spinning me around to show the crowd, which was practically rabid by this point… dancing, singing, laughing, screaming.

Suddenly, Mistress took their cock out of their pants and rammed it into me, quickly and easily. “We are going to use you to carry our children,” they told me gleefully as I struggled to handle their massive cock which seemed to grow bigger and bigger inside of me, stretching me more by the second. I felt tears roll down my face as I struggled to relax into the pain I was feeling. The sensations were so consuming that I couldn't even process that they meant to impregnate me. I could barely focus on anything but the rhythmic and forceful pounding of the cock in my pussy and the joyful screams of the crowd watching me be used. I noticed some of the faeries touching themselves while watching me. I wondered if they were preparing for their own turn with me.

I felt Master dig their nails into my back, which had seemingly suddenly transformed into sharp claws. I cried out as they dragged their claws over me repeatedly, intoxicating me with the pleasure and pain of being used. Every noise I made seemed to intensify the feelings washing over me.

Eventually, Mistress came inside of me, to the delight of the crowd. The cum inside of me felt unusually cold and caused me to shiver as I felt it move inside of me in a way that human cum has never done.

Suddenly, without anyone needing to lift a finger, I realized that I was now heavily restrained. I was suspended from the branch of a tree above the stage with my arms and legs tied above me. My legs were wide open with my pussy fully accessible to anyone who wanted to use it. Even if I had wanted to protest, I was now gagged and could not say a word

Throughout the night, various fae creatures of all shapes and sizes came to use me however they wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it. I had no choice but to let anyone and everyone take their fill of me. The rope suspension somehow always adjusted itself to where I was at the right height for whatever creature wanted to use me.

The smallest faeries were about the size of my hand and pleasured themselves by moving their entire lower body in and out of my pussy, rubbing their genitals against the walls of my pussy until they came in me. Due to their small size, the experience was a bit easier to handle, despite being unusual.

I had a mostly okay time with the goblins, who were tiny and had mostly small cocks that did not feel extremely intense. However, they realized that they could force their entire arm inside of me, which was indeed quite intense at times, especially with the large number of goblins that used me and how vigorous their fisting was. The goblins spread the fisting idea to other smaller fae creatures like gnomes and dwarves, who would often both fist me intensely and fuck my pussy, coming inside of me.

It was at this point that I started worrying about getting pregnant. With so many people cumming inside of me, it seemed like a likely possibility. I began to fear the possibility of being impregnated by one of the massive faeries, who were so much bigger than me.

The largest fae creatures seemed to be practically giants, with cocks far too big to fit inside of me. They used their pinky fingers on me, already the biggest thing I'd had inside of me before. I felt myself being stretched so far open by just their fingers. At this point I was shaking, used far past my limit but needing to satisfy more fae folk.

The giants did not decline to breed me either, despite their inability to fit their cocks inside of me. Each giant touched themselves until they came all over me, covering me in large amounts of cum before using their finger to push as much of it inside of me as possible. I hoped desperately that I would be impregnated by one of the smaller creatures so that I wouldn't be impregnated by one of the larger ones, which I thought would be more than my body could handle.

Eventually, I was finally given relief from the vigorous fucking after everyone there had gotten their fill of me. The ropes disappeared and I was left laying on the ground, absolutely covered in cum. Mistress picked me up in their arms and gently covered my eyes with their hand. When they removed their hand, we appeared to be in a cave home with glowing green moss spreading across the walls, a single bed, and a table with one chair.

“You humans do well living in boxes, right?” Master asked me.

“You mean houses?” I responded, confused and concerned.

Mistress shrugged. “Close enough.” They snapped their fingers and a wooden crate appeared next to me in the room. Despite my protestations, Master was able to easily pick me up and place me into the silk-lined crate. I curled up in order to be able to fit fully.

“I will be back next time I have use for you,” Mistress told me as they closed the lid, leaving me alone in complete darkness.