Aqua wonders why his parents named him after the sea if they never intended to stay there. He sighs, once again turning over in his bed with sleep nowhere on the horizon. The forest has many strange night noises—crickets and rustling leaves and nighttime creatures brushing against the undergrowth—and none of them are the soft, soothing sounds of the ocean that he’s used to.
Frustrated, Aqua reaches over to his phone on the bedside table and turns on the “music of the sea” on his sleep app. His parents had suggested it after he complained that he hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in the nearly month since they moved away from the beach, but so far it hasn’t really helped him at all. The frail, tinny sounds of the surf that come through the phone’s speakers are nothing compared to the massive hiss of water on sand, the moonlit whisper of the real thing. If anything, it only makes his sleeplessness worse.
Aqua hates his parents a little bit, as many 11-year-old boys do. He hates them for moving him away from home, hates them for asking him to adjust, hates them for assuming he’ll be okay and for telling him to try to meet new people in town. It’s a petulant, pre-teen hate, but it makes him feel better.
Aqua turns over again, and turns off the phone. It’s not helping anyway. The room feels too stuffy, even with the window open. It’s not that it’s too hot, more that the air is too still. Back home the ocean was constantly wafting a gentle breeze through the house, making his thin bedside curtains dance and twist. Here everything is stoic, still, rooted to the ground. Even the air is regimented. It feels stale. His short hair—dark, cut into the page-boy style that his mother thinks is cute—is damp with sweat, sticking to the pillow and the side of his face. Aqua turns onto his back and stares at the ceiling.
Suddenly, a pale light appears in his peripheral vision. Aqua turns his head towards the window.
Something is sitting on the windowsill. A small glowing ball, less than a foot high, with ...something... in the center. Aqua stares at it, wondering if perhaps he did fall asleep after all; maybe he’s dreaming?
“Aqua...”
A voice comes from the light, wispy and amorphous, more a part of the breeze than any spoken sound. Aqua sits up.
“What...?” he asks, not even sure what question would be appropriate. He squints at the ball of light. The thing at the center... is it a person? It seems almost human shaped, but...
Suddenly, the human shape begins to grow. Aqua hurriedly scrambles backwards on his bed as the light expands, becoming dimmer and dimmer as the figure inside it grows to the proportions of a human man.
But it is not a normal human man. The being that appears in Aqua’s bedroom is man-shaped, but definitely not human. His limbs are pale and radiant, shimmering with the light that never quite left him as he grew. His face is almost bird-like, with a feature at the center that is closer to the top of a beak than a nose. Something more like feathers than hair surrounds his face, whisked neatly backwards, including two longer, thin feathers that sweep backwards from his temples almost like antennae.
On his back are... wings? Maybe they’re wings. They’re difficult to focus on, amorphous, shifting constantly in shape like smoke. Sometimes they look like the wings of a butterfly, sometimes like that of a bird, sometimes like nothing at all. They match the pale radiance of the rest of him, so that he appears to have moonlight streaming from his back more than any particular solid substance.
The strange being finishes coalescing and gazes down at the terrified Aqua. “Good evening,” he says. His voice is surprisingly deep and melodious. He is clothed, but the dark blue robe that surrounds him seems just as ethereal and shifting as the rest of him, barely there at times. It glimmers periodically with stars that wink in and out.
“Wh-who are you?” Aqua asks, his voice shaking.
“Oh, no need to be afraid,” says the strange being. “I am a sleep fairy. I’m here to help you.”
“Am I dreaming?” Aqua whispers, mostly to himself.
The being smiles. “You are not, and that’s the problem, isn’t it? I understand you’ve been unable to sleep lately. I’m here to help you. I can promise you the deepest night’s sleep you’ve ever had, if you’re willing to work with me.”
“How... how do I know I can trust you?” Aqua hedges. “I-I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
The fairy holds his arms out the sides. “Oh, but I know you, Aqua. I know everything about you. I know what you’re missing. What your heart craves.” All at once his wings transform. They stream behind him, rushing and flowing until they become water, become the ocean surf, pulsing in and out like the heartbeat of the sea, capped by shifting bubbles of white foam. The salt scent of a sea breeze wafts over Aqua, so familiar that tears prick in his eyes.
“Let me help you,” says the sleep fairy. “You will sleep. I promise.”
Aqua swallows. “What... what do I have to do?”
“Follow the trail behind your house,” the fairy instructs. “Keep going as it leads into the woods. If you walk far enough, you’ll come across a secret place, quiet and alone. Come now.”
The fairy begins to shrink, the humanoid form fading as its strange light grows brighter and brighter until it is once more the little luminescent ball that first came to Aqua’s room. “Come now,” the voice repeats. “I will light your way.”
Aqua is still in his sleeping clothes: a pair of underwear and a long night-shirt. But he’s not sure whether he has time to get dressed. He puts on his night-slippers and pads to the door of the room, peeking out into the hallway. His parents’ door is shut; they’re almost certainly asleep by now. Aqua sneaks quietly downstairs and makes his way to the front door, slipping out into the yard.
The ball of light follows him, illuminating his way as promised. The trail the fairy spoke of starts right at the edge of the yard and winds its way into the forest between the tall, dark sentinels of the night-time trees. Aqua bites his lip, but starts down the path.
The forest is dense, and he loses sight of the house almost immediately. This late at night, no light makes it through the thick canopy overhead. Were it not for the fairy a few steps in front of him, Aqua wouldn’t be able to see anything at all. He walks briskly, making sure to keep up and not lose the light’s guidance.
They walk for longer than Aqua had expected, accompanied only by the sounds of crickets, the occasional owl, and the soft crunching of leaves under Aqua’s footsteps. The path twists and turns a few times, just enough that Aqua starts to worry whether he’ll be able to find his way back. Or perhaps wherever they’re going, the fairy expects him to sleep there? Aqua keeps moving.
Finally, after several minutes, they come to a clearing. The trees break ever-so-slightly, exposing a vaguely circular area of jutting stones and damp moss. In the center, illuminated by what little moonlight the clearing affords, is... a shed. It looks like a pretty ordinary woodshed, a little on the old and run-down side. Aqua is disappointed.
“Is this it?” he asks skeptically.
“It is,” promises the voice, still laden underneath with the soft sounds of the ocean surf. “Now, come inside. I’ll show you what to do.”
Aqua picks his way to the shed and pulls open the door by its old wooden handle. Inside, the shed is... well, an empty shed. Wooden floor, slightly musty. Nothing special to speak of. There’s a small hole rotted through the wood of one wall that allows moonlight to trickle in and faintly illuminate the space.
“Now,” says the voice. “First, I want you to take off all your clothes. Then you need to kneel in the center of the room with your arms at your sides. Close your eyes and open your mouth. And no peeking, do you hear?”
Aqua feels skeptical of these instructions, but he’s followed the fairy this far. He does as he’s told, stripping off his clothes and making his way to the center of the small room. He kneels, letting his arms fall limp to his sides. Finally, he closes his eyes and opens his mouth. Is the fairy going to feed him something? Is Aqua about to get some kind of magical sleeping pill?
He feels the air in the room shift and the ambient light dims on the other side of his closed eyelids. It seems like the fairy is transforming once again into his humanoid form. Aqua follows instructions and keeps his eyes shut.
A few moments later he feels a soft touch on the side of his face. “Whatever you do, keep your mouth open,” instructs the voice. “Don’t try to bite.” And then... something slides into his mouth.
Whatever it is, the object is large and musky. Aqua chokes slightly on the unexpected size of it. He almost bites down on instinct, but remembers what the fairy said and does his best to keep his jaw open. To his horror, however, the object keeps coming. Whatever it is presses further and further into Aqua’s mouth until it starts to go down his throat. Aqua gags and tries to pull away, but the suddenly iron-firm grip of the long, slender fingers on the side of his head holds him in place. He can do nothing but squirm as his face is penetrated, swallowing and gagging and crying out around the strange invader.
Aqua’s eyes fly open in shock, trying to figure out what is happening to him. The first thing that swims into his vision is the hips and abdominal muscles of the fairy, faintly glowing as before, guiding the cock that has been shoved into Aqua’s mouth.
“That’s a good boy,” the fairy coos as he chokes Aqua with his enormous member. He takes a firm hold of the boy’s head and begins to thrust.
Aqua tries to struggle away, but there’s nothing he can do. The fairy fucks his face relentlessly, but with a sort of nonchalance that belies how firm his grip is. His cock swivels in and out, in and out, in and out of Aqua’s throat, gagging him every time. Aqua’s mouth fills with saliva and he swallows helplessly around the invading phallus. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as the fairy forces Aqua to blow him.
As the torment continues, Aqua eventually gives up trying to struggle and just lets it happen. The fairy seems entirely in control of the situation anyway; what’s the point in fighting? He goes still and lets the fairy continue to ram his cock into his face again and again. The room is silent but for the wet sounds of the phallus sliding through his lips and the soft pulse of the surf that still seems to come from the fairy’s wings.
There is no clock in the room by which Aqua can measure his humiliation, but eventually the fairy ends it by coming into the boy’s mouth. A taste like salt water floods Aqua’s senses as the fairy pours his cum into the boy, pulse after pulse shooting down his throat and eventually onto his tongue as the strange being begins to pull out.
Aqua sniffles, reaching a hand up to wipe at the tears trickling down his face. He feels sick and embarrassed and tricked, but at least it’s over now.
Unfortunately, his hopes are quickly dashed. The strange, luminescent cock that finally draws back from his mouth is just as eager and engorged as it was inside. Instead of letting Aqua go, the fairy grabs Aqua’s sides and spins him around. Aqua barely has time to process what’s going on before the inhuman being kneels down behind him and begins to guide his member into Aqua’s rear hole.
“No! Stop! What are you doing! Help! Someone help!” Aqua protests, but too late he realizes why the fairy brought him all the way out here. They’re truly alone, this deep in the forest; there’s no way anyone will hear him scream.
And scream he does as the tip of the fairy’s cock finds his anus and begins to deftly push its way inside. The member is damp from Aqua’s copious saliva, but the pressure and friction of it is still intense and painful. The creature shows no mercy, however, continuing to drive slowly but inexorably into Aqua’s passage. Aqua feels like he’s suffocating, like he’s being crushed by an immense beast of some kind as the enormous phallus cleaves him open, plundering his most private place.
The fairy laughs at Aqua’s screams but says nothing. He keeps going until his cock is fully seated in Aqua’s rectum and then begins another series of thrusts.
Aqua whimpers and squirms and tries to get away from the penetration, but the fairy has his hips firmly in hand and ignores his attempts at escape. He fucks Aqua in earnest, driving relentlessly into him over and over and over with harsh, wrenching thrusts. Each movement slams into Aqua hard enough to make him see stars. After a moment the fairy takes one of Aqua’s ample butt cheeks in each hand and spreads them apart, giving himself more leverage to spear even deeper.
“Please stop!” Aqua begs. “Please!” But the fairy ignores him. He pounds the boy’s ass for at least as long as he had the boy’s mouth before his hips finally still and Aqua feels a strangely cool liquid flood his insides.
Aqua barely has time to sigh in relief before the fairy pulls out of him, wrenches him around, and forces his cock back into Aqua’s mouth. Aqua’s eyes widen in horror and he gags at the taste of his own ass on the fairy’s member.
Whatever inhuman force animates the fairy shows no sign of fading. Aqua begins to despair as the fairy fucks his face a second time, coming in him once again, and then returns to again fuck his ass. The creature apparently needs no down time between rounds; as soon as he’s done with one hole he immediately switches to the other, back and forth and back and forth until it all blends together and Aqua begins to get the impression that two creatures are fucking him at the same time at both ends. Both holes are raw and red and sore and dripping with cum and yet the fairy shows no signs of stopping. Aqua’s tears flow ceaselessly, but to no avail.
It is not the fairy who gives in first, but Aqua. The relentless pounding of his holes eventually overwhelms him with pain and exhaustion and he passes out with the fairy’s cock still plunging in and out of his asshole. Darkness claims his vision, his last awareness of the splitting girth of the phallus inside him.
Aqua wakes, to his surprise, in his own bed. Sunlight streams in through his open window, and there is no trace of the strange being that ravished him the previous night.
No, not no trace—Aqua’s hips twinge as he tries to sit up, his asshole still red, raw, and leaking from the previous night’s treatment. Additionally, when he reaches up to his hair he finds bits of twigs and leaves stuck in it, another memento of his sordid adventure.
But one other sensation greets him that makes Aqua pause. He feels somehow finally, finally well-rested. He takes a deep breath, surprised at himself. He feels full of energy in a way he hasn’t since moving out to the forest, the alertness of someone who has slept the sleep of true exhaustion for an entire night.
Aqua blinks, sitting stunned in his bed and feeling the painful throb of his well-used ass. If nothing else, it seems at least the fairy did not lie to him.