He tries her out.

Chris's apartment door slammed shut behind him, the sound making the plastic bottle tremble against his back. His fingers fumbled with the zipper, nails scraping against cheap nylon as he tore the backpack open. The bottle tumbled onto his mattress with a soft thump, rolling until Airy's glitter-smeared face pressed against the plastic, her bubblegum lips squished into a dumb little pout.

She didn't stir.

Not when he unscrewed the cap with a sharp twist, not when his sweaty fingers reached in and plucked her out like a piece of candy. Her wings fluttered limply, her tiny body boneless in his grip as he dumped her onto the wrinkled sheets. A puddle of drool and love juices shifted all over her.

Chris's breath came in ragged gasps as he shoved his pants down, his cock already rock-hard and leaking. Airy lay sprawled on her back, one leg hitched up, her skimpy outfit riding high enough to show the glistening slick between her thighs. The pink sigil on her stomach pulsed faintly, as if in anticipation.

He didn't hesitate.

His fingers closed around her waist, her soft flesh yielding under his grip as he lifted her like a toy. She was warm, almost feverish, her skin sticky with sweat and glitter. For a second, he just held her there, watching her chest rise and fall with each whistling little breath—then, with a grunt, he pressed her down onto his cock.

"Mmmf—?!"

Airy's eyes flew open, her tiny body stiffening as she was suddenly stuffed onto him, her arms and legs splaying like a doll's. Her wings buzzed uselessly, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as his thickness stretched her obscenely wide. But cartoon physics took over—her plush body molded around him like she was made for it, her insides fluttering in instinctive, brainless rhythm.

"Eeeee~!" she squealed, her voice high and airy, more surprise than protest. Her hips wiggling on their own as pleasure zapped through her dumb little body. There was no thought, no resistance—just the overwhelming sensation of being used, and her fairy-bimbo instincts loved it.

Chris groaned, his grip tightening as he dragged her up, then slammed her back down, watching her tits jiggle violently with each thrust. Her squeaks turned into breathy, hiccuping moans, her tongue lolling out as her eyes rolled back. The sigil on her stomach glowed brighter, pulsing in time with his rough strokes, binding her deeper into her role—his perfect, living fleshlight.

Chris’s hips snapped forward, burying Airy to the hilt with a wet schlorp that sent her tiny limbs flailing. Her wings spasmed uselessly against his knuckles, glitter flaking off in frantic bursts as his cock stretched her impossibly wide. A high-pitched squeal tore from her throat, her bubblegum-pink lips quivering around the sound before it dissolved into a giggly moan.

“Ooooh! Ooooh! Big! So biggg~!” she slurred, her voice teeny and breathless, her eyes crossing as her plush thighs squeezed around his shaft. The sigil on her stomach flared hot pink, pulsing like a second heartbeat as her insides clenched instinctively around him—wet, velvety heat massaging his cock in tight, rhythmic spasms.

Chris groaned through his teeth, his grip bruising around her waist as he pistoned her up and down, her stupidly perfect body molding to him like she’d been designed for this. Every thrust sent her tits jiggling violently, her nipples pebbled and straining against the sheer fabric of her outfit. Her skirt had ridden up completely, the tiny scrap of lace between her legs soaked through and clinging to her puffy lips.

Airy’s moans pitched higher, her fingers patting clumsily at his cock as if trying to steady herself. “Mmmf! Mmmf! Feels—feels goooood~!” Her wings twitched erratically, her back arching as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth, her tongue lolling out as her brain fizzled into static even more.

Then Chris’s rhythm stuttered—his balls tightened, his thrusts turning jagged and uneven. Airy’s squeals turned frantic, her tiny fairy cunt fluttering around him like a vice as she sensed what was coming.

“Gonna—fuck—gonna fill you up, you stupid little onahole.....” he growled, his voice ragged.

Airy’s eyes rolled back, her entire body locking up as the first hot spurt painted her insides. “Eeeeeee~!” she shrieked, her wings buzzing in overstimulated little bursts as cum flooded her tight channel, her belly swelling under the sigil’s glow.

Chris didn’t stop. Rope after rope pumped into her, his hips grinding her down onto him as he milked himself dry. Airy’s thighs quivered, her toes curling as her own climax ripped through her—a dizzy, mindless rush that left her limp and twitching, her cunt still greedily sucking every last drop from him.