Published: Apr 22, 2024

My one-hundred and thirteenth caption, this time featuring a very drunk Faerie with… ulterior motives.

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“Hehehe… thanks… hic” I grumbled, making my best attempt to smile as several coins were dropped into my tiny hands. My face was blood red from the usual mixture of embarrassment and intoxication, and my breathing was heavy and hot as sweat poured off of me in sheets from working. “Please… come again. hic”

Less than a month ago, I had actually been a normal, rather average Mage, traveling with several of my friends across the world. We had just gotten done raiding an old dungeon that had once belonged to a lieutenant of the long-defeated Demon Lord, plundering it for valuable artifacts we could get our hands on. We had been lucky enough to find a nice stash of gold and numerous magical artifacts. We didn’t know how much the artifacts were worth yet, but our leader Cederic wasted no time equally splitting the gold we had found between the six of us. I, being the only magic user, was made to hold onto the artifacts until tomorrow.

Now, I didn’t have the best track record of handling my money. It was a fact that I had a thing for certain types of… unique women, and I wasn’t afraid to pay most, if not all of my money to experiment and get what I wanted when we were visiting towns. Cederic was well aware of these bad habits, but he had long given up trying to stop me at this point. Besides, at least I wasn’t out getting drunk and picking fights like our friends Wolfgang and Tréasa did at times like this.

Walking into the local brothel, I was immediately met with the sight of what looked like a larger-than-usual Faerie. She was in the middle of receiving coins from a large armored Orc, who staggered out of the building as she lazily smirked, picking up and drinking from a frothy mug of beer. The thing was basically a keg to her.

“Another… satisfied customer. Heh.” She joked, sticking the coins between her, at least for a Faerie, sizable tits. Her thighs were equally impressive, dripping with sweat that poured off of her like a waterfall. It made her tanned skin and damaged wings practically glow, as she worked to catch her breath. “Hi, handsome.”

“Uh, hello!” I greeted with some surprise, having become instantly enamored with her. I’d never seen a Faerie quite like her. “Are you seeing new clients today?”

“Today, tomorrow… everyday, handsome human.” She answered, obviously quite tipsy based on how red her face was. “I‘ll… hic make this simple for you. You lookin’ for a good time? Three gold gets you half an hour, six gets you an hour. I do rides, tittyfucks, thighjobs, and depending on size… more. It‘s up to you.”

I didn’t say another word as I presented the three gold coins, getting her to smirk. She told me to leave my gear, including my staff and the artifacts, in the front chest, then directed me towards the back to get ready. I waited in a private room for a few minutes, eagerly anticipating the experience that was coming. When I heard the door open, I turned around to see her walking in, robe hanging lazily off her smaller frame as she sauntered over to me with another smile on her face.

“You’ve… hic, caught me in a good mood, human.” She stated, looking quite pleased with herself as she flapped her wings, managing to fly herself up to the bed. It was clear the damage to one wing made it quite difficult for her to do. “I’ll make sure this is an experience that you’ll never forget. Trust me, big boy.”

She sat down on my erect dick and began rubbing her lower body against it, her sweat acting as a pseudo-lubricant. I was shocked by the sensations. It was as if I was getting the perfect handjob. She was the perfect weight to pull this off, and before I knew it she brought me to orgasm. However, the moment I reached my climax, there was a bright flash from my crotch, and everything suddenly went black as I felt a falling, rolling sensation, similar to falling down in a dream.

“Wow, I didn’t expect this to feel so different.” I heard my own voice speak as I opened my eyes, suddenly finding myself face-to-face with myself! I broke eye contact as I became aware of just how different my own body felt, looking down to see the Faerie’s large knockers blocking the view of my legs. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had somehow swapped places with the Faerie! “Ah, you’re awake. Good. I suppose there’s plenty of questions swirling through that little head, huh?”

“What the hic… what did you do to me?!” I “demanded” to know, feeling the full force of the alcohol in my tiny, hourglass-shaped body. “Why did-”

“Recognize this?” “He” asked, showing a ring on my finger. It was one of the artifacts we had found in the dungeon. “This is a little something I developed during my time serving the Demon Lord. It's a ring that allows the ”swapping” of souls between two sentient creatures. It was meant for espionage, but… you know.”

“Wait, you were one of the… Demon Lord’s lieutenants?” I slurred, unable to believe this was really happening right now. “G-Give me my body back!”

“Heh, sorry, but that ain’t gonna happen.” “He” said with a far more sadistic smirk, running his finger along the purple tattoo on my shoulder. “I was no longer able to use my powerful spells after the Demon Lord fell, but now that I have this new, undamaged body, I can begin again. Uncapped, untamed power.”

“He” snapped my fingers, causing a bright blue flame to suddenly erupt from my index finger. I was shocked. According to the history books, no one had been capable of staffless magic since the War, and to see something like this pulled off so effortlessly, in my own body no less, was somewhat terrifying.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you or anything. In fact, you get to keep everything I own here… which reminds me…” She snidely remarked, lazily dropping six gold coins onto the bed next to me. “Enjoy the new life, and your new job, Faerie. Oh, and don’t bother telling anyone what happened here. No one will believe you.”

With that, she walked away with my body, taking my clothes, gear, and money with her. I tried to chase after her, but my legs were too short, and my wings were still foreign to me, not even mentioning the damage to the one wing I already had. By the time I got outside, she was long gone, and I knew I was now stuck here.

Since that fateful day, I had been forced to take up the Faerie’s identity. It didn’t take long for me to realize how much people around here looked down on me. From my sexual proclivities, heavy drinking, and slutty appearance, I was seen as little more than an object of pleasure and lust. “My” drinking had only increased since becoming her, a coping mechanism, obviously. After a few years, word began to spread of a new Demon Lord in the far east, a human who was capable of using magic without the use of a staff. I didn’t dwell on it, though. At that point, I had already accepted my new life as a slutty, drunkard Faerie.