The government finally released information about half human creatures, and just creatures in general that it had. An agency was established to find them homes and help make sure they're happy. One of these was a fairy named Meshy. She could be the size of a grown woman or 4 inches tall. She could fly in both forms and pull her wings in and out. She was horribly depressed. Even after she was adopted by a rich, well known lawyer and his son. They lived in a huge house with plenty of room for her to fly around in. But she never flew. And she never told anyone why. The reason was that her clothes were too heavy. They were simple, ordinary clothes, but they were too heavy. She had tried, but could hardly get off the ground. And if she changed forms she would fall to her death because when she changed she appeared where her head was. The son was the most involved with her and the agency. He brought these disturbing facts to the agency. They didn't know what to do. The son liked to draw so he decided to try and use that. He went up to her and smiled, "Hey. I don't think those clothes suit you. Will you help me sketch out some good ones?" This was just a guess and he fully expected her to ignore him, like she always did. But this time she didn't, "Sure." They went to the lounge area and he rested the sketch pad on his lap, "Describe what you'd want." "Light fabric. Backless. As little as possible. I have to be light to fly." She already seemed a little happier. By the time they were done, her 'ideal outfit' looked a lot like lingerie. He wasn't sure if the agency would allow it. Instead of asking them, he went to his father, "Dad, I got Meshy to be happy. And found out one reason she's so miserable." "And that is?" "Her clothes make her too heavy to fly. She helped me sketch this. Light fabric and as little as possible, is what she said." He gave the sketch pad to his father, "But I don't think the agency will allow it." His father rocked in his chair for awhile, thinking. "Tyler, you find out what she needs to be happy. And I'll make it happen." "Thanks, dad." "And I'll have this made." Tyler found Meshy at the window she always stood at looking depressed as she always did. "Dad's going to have that made for you. If you tell me what else is wrong, he said he'd deal with the agency about it." She turned and looked at him for a minute, "No body loves me..." "I love you." "You don't understand...Fairies are very flirty and now that I can hardly touch anyone...I can't stand it..." He wrote down 'intimate touching and words'. He really did love her. And would jump at the chance to be intimate, in any way, with her. "What else?" "That's it..." "Honestly?" "Yeah." She didn't need much. But those were two things she couldn't live happily without. A few days later, they met with the agency. It was the agent assigned to Meshy, Tyler, Tyler's esteemed father, and a depressed Meshy. After talking, and explaining what was going on and what Meshy said was wrong, the agent said, "There's nothing we can do about that. The rules prohibit both of them." Tyler's father was ready for this, and the legal gobbldy goop began. Back and forth between the agent and Tyler's father. Tyler's father would win. He wasn't hired by the richest people because he was a bad lawyer. Eventually the conversation returned to sentences and words Tyler and Meshy could understand. "Why don't we try what Meshy wants under observation. If everything goes well, then the observation will stop and we will write up a legal document detailing any exemptions and/or revision of rules regarding her living styles." There was a period of silence, then the agent took out his phone and after a conversation with the higher ups, agreed. Small cameras were placed around the house. "Meshy, this is for you." He handed her the outfit she had sketched. She ran upstairs to put it on. Happy laughing could be heard even before her tiny form came swooping down. She was happy, but still not as happy as fairies should be. She changed to her full size and her bare feet gently landed on the floor. Tyler made a brazen move and went over to her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him. She had pulled her wings in when her feet hit the floor. Otherwise his sudden, firm grasp would have hurt them. His father was there and jumped to his feet when he saw Tyler grab Meshy. But sat back down when he saw Meshy liked it. She kissed his lips gently. A professional flirt, true to her race. Tyler wanted to see how far he could go before she began to protest. He ran his hands down her sides. She liked it. He rubbed his hands over her breasts. He heard small protests from his father. But nothing from her. Except giggles. Her dress was made of almost transparent, feather weight cloth. It wasn't transparent where it held her breasts. It laced up between her breasts, Tyler wasn't sure how that was holding it up because there seemed to be no other support. She only had a pair of panties underneath. And they were visible. She had bell sleeves that were separate from her dress. They were held up by decorated elastic bands. The sleeves were longer than the dress. She was intoxicating. And it was obvious she knew it. He played with the hem of her short dress. Lifting it up a bit at a time. His father called out from behind him, "Leave her clothes on." "I wasn't going to take them off." She grumbled at this. Meshy didn't care. She actually wanted it. It was because of Tyler that she was happy. The village she came from had ethics of sexual monogamy. Tyler continued his sexual touching until his father told him, firmly, to stop. That was when Meshy unexpectedly stuck her hand in his pants. She started stroking him. Looking at him with eyes that helped make him struggle to hold his cum in. She giggled and flew away. And the view up her dress didn't help either. He tried to come up with an excuse, because he knew they were being watched by the agency. But all that came out was, "I...ah...Yeah..." He left quickly to relieve his boner before he blew. Meshy had found her way into the air ducts and to the one at Tyler's room. He couldn't seem to figure out where her tiny giggles were coming from. They had to be hers. They sounded like her. She flew back to her room, turned full size and flew to his door. She knocked. Her wings still fluttering, keeping her feet off the floor. She knew they were being watched. So when he opened the door she whispered for him to uncover his air duct. Then flew away. He was a bit confused, but did as he was told. And almost immediately Meshy came out of it. She grew and pulled her wings in. Grabbing his head, she pulled it down to hers for a kiss. She didn't have to hold him there. Now out of view of the cameras and his father, Tyler put his hand in her panties and began massaging her clit. She made her intentions clear when she pulled the cord holding her dress on. It fell to the floor without a sound. Tyler pushed her panties down and she kicked them off. He rubbed her body. It was soft and flawless. Their kiss deepened. He took his shirt off to feel her against him. Though his erection was obvious, he forced himself to keep his pants on. God, did he want to fuck her. He pulled her closer. Pressing her body hard against his. "I love you..." His voice sounded hopeless. He was sure she was just playing with him. Until he heard the feeling in her, "I love you, too." He pushed her up against the wall. Meshy undid his pants and he took the hint. Meshy stroked him. Driving him crazy. He shoved his dick in her. She moaned. He clamped his hand over her mouth. Those cameras had microphones on them. He kept his hand there as he fucked her hard. Slamming into her. She shifted, rubbing her breasts against him. By the time they were done, Meshy had to grab her clothes and hurry back to her room. They didn't want to get caught. He left his air duct uncovered. They both went to sleep, hoping the microphones hadn't picked up the sounds of their sex. The next morning Meshy was pleased to discover a new dress. Exactly like the first, but purple. The last one had been green. She pulled her wings out and flew downstairs for something to eat. She loved flying in her full sized more than her tiny size. She flew past Tyler, giving him another pantie shot. She was going to do this all day, wasn't she? And the answer was yes. She kept getting in his way, wanting his attention. She knew about the cameras so this actually looked good for him. She, a seductive and scantily clad fairy, was begging for what seemed like sexual attention. He gave her attention, but not overtly sexual. For all the agents watching the cameras knew, he had amazing self control. And this was soon given the okay by the agency. She could dress the way she liked and intimate touching was allowed, but only with consent. Tyler's dad left the day after the contract was signed to work on a big case. Leaving Tyler and Meshy on their own. The cameras and microphones were gone, too. Meshy in her usual skimpy attire and Tyler with pants and no shirt were in the lounge area. Tyler was laying on his back and Meshy was straddling him, sitting on his chest. "That outfit would look incredibly slutty on most people. But it looks whimsical on you." She bent down and kissed him. Moving back to lay on top of him, rubbing her pussy against him in the process. The phrasing of the new contract didn't dictate what kind of intimate touching was not allowed. So now that it was signed, they touched wherever they wanted. Meshy decided to sit back up. Rubbing her pussy against him again. Hardening his already obvious erection. He rubbed up and down her thighs as she traced patterns on his well defined chest. Meshy's dress today was hardly a dress. It was split up the middle. The only thing holding it together was the lacing between her breasts. Because that's what she wanted. Her panties were normal. And as some kind of weird compromise, she had agreed to let the bell sleeves be attached to her "dress". They were still longer. Just looking at her was making him harder. So little of her was actually covered. And her breasts looked ready to pop out. He reached up and pulled the cord. She didn't protest. She pulled it all the way off and dropped it on the floor. Tyler groped her. Running his fingers over her nipples, making them stand up. Meshy shifted and bent down some. So her breasts hung right over his face. He took one into his mouth. When he slipped his hand down her panties he smirked, "You're soaked.". She pulled out her wings and lifted herself up enough to get her panties off. Then sat back down. Straddling his chest. He could feel how wet she was. He started rubbing her clit in a way he had learned she liked. She moaned and he felt more of her juice on his chest. He was about to blow. His mind hijacked by lewd thoughts and desires. He didn't care if he blew. He liked feeling her precious juice on him. Everything about her was precious. This naughty fairy was all his. After all those nights of sex, he knew exactly where and how to touch her to get her going. And her juices flowing. He kept playing with her. Sometimes moving her around. Eventually, he pushed her back. She undid his pants. And after two strokes he blew. But was certainly not done with her. He kept tickling her and watched her juices flow out of her cute pussy. After about two hours they stopped coming. But she still moaned and her pussy still quivered. He concluded, correctly, that she was out. And considering the amount that covered his chest, the sofa, and puddles on the floor. That was damn impressive. He kept tickling her. Until she was too tired to even moan. "Meshy. Meshy? Are you asleep?" No reply. He laughed softly and laid back down. As he waited for her to wake up, he tasted her cum. Wow. He took another taste. It tasted great. Maybe it was a fairy thing. Gallons of great tasting cum. Her cum covered him from chin to waist, where his pants had soaked it up. Damn, that was hot.
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