A Winged Observer

Gerald felt his wings flutter as he woke up. It was a habit of his, to bend his back upwards in a battle against gravity and beat with the thin wings, which sat at either side of his spine, a few times before he had even opened his eyes. He was a fairy, his daily activities were different than that of his ancestors just a few decades ago, but a fairy was what he was nonetheless. A fairy living in the concrete jungle, which had just recently come into being, converted from the forest where his kind usually lived.

Nothing could really be done about his stomping grounds being different from what it used to be and to be fair, there was fairy business to be made even here. Gerald was just one of the first ones who would be forced to adapt to life in the city.

It wasn't long that morning before Gerald had taken flight, the glamour he wielded disguised him from the curious eyes of creatures big and small. His life was easier that way, appearing as blue as the sky when viewed from below and as gray as concrete when seen from above. He climbed higher and higher up into the air as he grew more and more used to the feeling of being awake.

Something that fairies often did was speak to plants, they were almost a kind of newspaper for those green stationary lives. Gossip peddlers who told of the drama occurring between disparate trees and shrubberies long before the air and soil could tell of those happenings. This was a service of great importance to several of the plants living in the forest. Inside the city however, plants were split from root networks by pot and locked behind glass windows. The few fairies which floated on the polluted air in the city was highly appreciated by the leaved friends.

Gerald was just about to hear from a few poor potted plants, living high above the soil where they couldn't hear or speak to many others of their kind. They only knew each other and spoke only to each other. He had met the group the day before, as he had flown up the wall of a high-rise building, peering through each of the opaque windows made of the strange crystalline material that kept out wood songs and wind.

Scarcely, however, had the gossiping fairy managed to fly to his friends on the high windowsill, before he needed to once more pay attention to his glamour. A woman had stormed into the room. Gerald had managed to hide himself well among the plants, his horns, wings, curly brown hair and milky white swirly pattern that was draped across his olive skin had all managed to stay out of the woman's view as she had barely looked in the fairy's direction.

The woman had one thing on her mind that hour of that day. The plants had been watered yesterday evening and her long night shift was over. She was looking forward to relaxing in the one way that she knew always yielded results that didn't disappoint. In a flash her clothes were thrown to the floor, her chest made bare, and with one of her favorite things in hand, she threw herself onto the bed, which was placed not so far from the window.

Gerald looked onto this figure who had entered the rectangular little room. His eyes stared at the woman, hungry for knowledge. He knew about humans of course, it was hard not to where he had found himself all his life, but this was a ritual which he had managed to forego observing. The woman's naked breasts hung to the sides of her torso, both her nipples pointing upwards, but in slightly opposite directions. Her legs were pulled upwards, her thighs pulled over her stomach and her calves resting atop these. Yet her knees nevertheless pointed away from each other, the folded up legs forming a vague V-shape with each other.

The woman held an object in her hand, which was hitherto unknown to Gerald. It was a purple, little and oblong thing, with all its corners rounded. It almost looked like a bent finger whose outermost digit was swollen. The bend, together with a part that almost looked attached to the rest; featuring what looked like two small bunny ears, almost made the entire object look like a stretched out G. Gerald didn't get too long to ponder what the object was however, as it wasn't long before the strange woman carefully brought the object towards where her two legs were spreading apart.

There was soon a hum in the air, emanating from the purple object. The bulbous tip moved strangely, by a lot and rapidly, but never changing its place, the woman held it softly in her hand. Tiny little slow rotations were made, the object pressed against a hard little nub that dotted the woman's two labia, who seemed to only grow wetter and wetter as the vibrating grape-colored tip rotated around her heavenly doorbell.

Gerald looked on with wide eyes, as a fairy he knew his fair share of disparate mating rituals and understood that this was part of -- or at least connected to -- the human such thing, but in the moment, he wondered what the woman might be thinking of. Humankind was something that fairies knew of, but their lives wasn't something which fairies often tampered with. Humans had their own way of forming bonds and multiplying. As far as Gerald was concerned, they needed no guidance in the same way in which fairies often guided creatures to their mates.

In this moment however, Gerald was struck by something, maybe it was the woman's need to clear her desires by herself or perhaps it was just the novelty of what he saw, but he was suddenly struck by a need to know more about humans. What was this woman thinking of and how did her little toy make her feel? Happy, lonely, a little bit of both or perhaps something entirely different?

There wasn't very long to ponder these question before the figure, which laid in bed with the strange object in hand, began to use the purple thing differently than before. The lightly humming tip was inserted slowly into the woman, pushing apart her two labia and making ample contact with the roof of her vaginal tract as it vibrated. Before very long had passed, the two ears on the appendixed protrusion hugged her pleasure button, which had previously been rounded by the woman's movements.

Gerald stared in awe as the little protrusion at the object's base stirred to life with the same movements which had been previously seen in the tip. The hand which held onto the the purple little thing moved in such slight and subtle ways, drawing the little fairy eyes which sat hidden among the plants. With great curiosity, the horned and winged little creature drew in his breath letting him feel the contents in the room, he soon found how he was able to manipulate, and toy with, the little thing in the woman's hand.

It was sudden and the woman, who had previously been so relaxed, almost jumped from her laying position. Gerald had used his influence over the world to stir further life into the objects tip, forcing out a stab of more vigorous humming from it. He let it subside quickly, afraid that he had upset the naked woman, but after a brief moment of her muscles staying tense, she soon managed to relax, continuing with the subtle movements of her wrist.

Gerald was back to just looking after that, wondering about the woman's thoughts and feelings once more, but with trepidation he soon found that his curiosity made him try to manipulate the object's vibrations once more. With a few deep breaths, he slowly and steadily increased the intensity of the humming in the rabbit-eared protrusion. The woman responded with pleasure by letting out a soft moan, but soon moved her hand in such a way that the ears left her kitty nose, instead pushing the bulbous tip further into her walls.

The angle had been changed in the object, Gerald saw that much and knew that he needed to dial back the influence which he had leveled over the purple thing the woman was holding. However, the fact still remained, that he was curious, and in the same breaths which he took to soften the humming from the rabbit ears, he increased the vibrations that were inside the woman. He didn't do this intensely or suddenly, but softly and gradually.

The woman moaned in the same way she had done previously and reversed the movement of her wrist, now pressing the ears against her clitoris and lightening the pressure of the tip against her vaginal walls. Gerald saw the small part of the purple shaft which had been pulled out of the woman by her own movement, it had been coated by her own lubrication, forming a sheen which reflected light from the object in much the same way as light was reflected from a laminated card.

Gerald couldn't help but to repeat the pattern, softening the vibrations of one of the object's tips while intensifying the other, each and every time watching the woman follow his lead, reacting with her hand to his changes to her toy. As he repeated the pattern however, he soon noticed that the woman had settled into a rhythm, moving on her own and the fairy soon came to use this fact to intensify the experience which the woman was having.

With each repetition of the winged creature's manipulation, he made the vibrations not quite soften to the amount which he had before. The woman still moved in the same way as she had done before, except, each time she brought the ears back to her pleasure bump, the vibrations were stronger and it was much the same when her tip made a harder contact with the sides of her vaginal tract. Her moans grew louder and louder as it all proceeded. It was all much to Gerald's delight, happy that he was causing such pleasure, but still his head was in a deep thought about the exact feelings the woman was having.

The moans grew ever louder in the little apartment, which the woman called home. The increasing intensity was never sudden, but nevertheless seemed to be felt by the woman, as her toes curled and her breathing became more akin to rapid gasps. Gerald could consider it nothing less than beautiful in some way. He didn't know why it was beautiful, maybe it was the feeling of satisfaction he gained from creating apparent pleasure or maybe the woman's pleasure really did seep out of her skin and make the aura around her into something which was as striking as all the flowers in a meadow standing in full bloom.

Gerald, however, soon found either greed or ambition welling up in his chest, as he was struck with an urge to grow the beauty he saw even greater in magnitude. His experimenting wasn't done, he hadn't found the one true way to manipulate the device the woman was holding, but rather another stepping off point towards other, different, patterns of humming. His breathing grew deeper as he once more took to changing the vibrations between the woman's legs.

What happened to the physical movements taking place in the room, as the spying mind took to adventuring further with its impact on the unknowing woman's feeling of pleasure, was a slight desynchronization of the two epicenters of vibrations. The two motors which had previously hummed in a counter-rhythmic fashion, one speeding up while the other slowed, now started to move towards having the same intensity at all times, no matter how the vibrations changed.

The pattern of intensity for the two electric motors moved in lockstep and with a smooth change from low to high. There were no sudden movements in the room, only escapes of loud moans from the woman and silent focusing from the observer. However, the pattern from the toy wasn't quite set in stone just yet, as Gerald took to slowly lowering the temporal peaks of intensity from the two motors, aiming to have the woman press the purple device into herself as hard as possible. What he did at the same time though, was to raise the valleys of vibrations, bringing the whole thing closer to a constant.

Gerald felt his consciousness move on its own, as if his subconscious was giving his patterns of thinking both thoughts and plans which he held as little knowledge of as he did over the moaning woman he was looking at. Soon enough his breathing moved the pattern again, when the difference in the maximums and minimums were at their lowest, he changed the way in which the device moved between these. Instead of the steady and slow change that characterized its previous movement, the move from lowest to highest became rapid, a single fast change. All while the peak was followed by a slow descent towards the lowest intensity setting, where the whole pattern repeated.

Gerald couldn't explain the feeling of the ordeal, only that it was pleasurable, as if he was growing closer and closer to the woman as he saw her squirming in ecstasy every time the device stabbed upwards in its intensity. Time passed slowly, seconds seeming to become minutes as the time between the peaks became smaller and smaller, both the woman's and her observer's breathing becoming more rapid.

Then suddenly, a final scream of, what Gerald could only describe as, love escaped the woman's lips. Her pupils looking so far upwards that only her whites were visible, as she pulled her toy out of her, but it was all to late for her continued session, as she managed to reach the precipice of pleasure right then and there, as a steady stream of clear liquid exploded out of her, right beneath her clitoris. It wasn't long after that when she laid her head down, her eyelids closing and her mind taking in the afterglow.

Gerald didn't stay to hear much of the plants gossip after that, his mind was too preoccupied by what had happened and he only left when the woman had managed to fall asleep. He glid slowly down from the apartment, filled with a new love of the world and new obsession for the humans, which so constantly surrounded him. The happening leading to the first step in the city fairies finding out what their new role in the world was to be.