Defecation Of The Wing

In this day and age, finding a fairy is uncommon. As the buildings and cities grew and the reach of humanity spread to cover the wild kingdom, the domain of the fairies disappeared. Maybe if you were lucky and made a welcoming garden for them to play, they might visit. But usually only the children were able to see them. When they hear the stomping footsteps of an adult coming home from their dreadful day job slaving over the computer in some office somewhere, they flit and hide between stalks and petals.
Pay attention next time you're out in the evening and late at night. Look up from your phone and look around into the bushes and the trees for the outlines of tiny people with wings flat to their backs, clinging to the bark or the twigs around you. This is what Ryan did that night, and he will never be the same.

(TW! scat, lemon, graphic descriptions of genitals)

Co-Written by Reon