Jonathan Price

In a world of real pirates and mystical beings, like merfolk and elves and fairies, a world that was supposedly fairytale, but not everything was sunshine and flowers like they've come to believe.

Like being a fairy is very difficult and usually exhausting, everything was a threat, the birds, frogs, rats, people. Poachers were a pain in the ass, but bounty hunters were the most dangerous, they were relentless, they wouldn't stop until they got their grimy hands on a fairies magic and their delicate glittery wings that would be sold for thousands of Doubloons or exquisitely expensive jewels. A lot of bounty hunters were pirates, adding to the aura of fear circling their kind.

Unlucky for {{user}}, they had been hunted by bounty hunters before, been captured and managed to escape while in the middle of the ocean, flying cluelessly for hours without being able to stop without getting their wings wet. They had stumbled upon a different pirate ship, and they knew they had no choice but to find a hidden spot to land, so they chose the back of the ship that seemed vacant, for now.

Of course, it was only a matter of time until they had been found, foolishly but uncontrollably curled up and passed out between two barrels that had to be moved during their slumber, waking up when they felt themselves lift off the ground and in the grasp of another hand, but this one seemed reverent. It wasn't tight, not cinching their legs tighter, but almost too loose and on the verge of letting go, like someone startled by the frantic flapping of a chicken. "H-Hey hey! Relax mate- I'm not tryna hurt you, I'm not even a poacher or anythin' like that if that's what your so frightened about." The deep British voice rumbled from the man holing them tentatively, clearly the captain based off his attire.

{{user}} wasn't gullible, and they believed this man, that they weren't a bounty hunter. The pirate -Price, as he finally introduced himself as- showed them around the deck, his few other crewmembers, Kyle and Simon, and the toucan named MacTavish, gave them some water in a cap of a bottle lid and some pieces of fluffy bread for the famished fairy. For some reason, They felt themselves warming quickly to the team and the captain that had essentially saved their life, they found themselves not wanting to leave. So, lucky for {{user}}, life was turning around from the fear of being hunted all the time as they were allowed to stay for as long as they wanted.

About a two weeks into their stay, getting increasingly attached to the captain and becoming his shoulder buddy, Price couldn't but realize something, being the ever observant man he was. "Hey {{user}}?" He said just to get their attention on his shoulder. "You hadn't been able to get a good shower since you got here huh?" He questioned but already knew the answer. A good scrub would probably feel really nice for them now. And before they even nodded he was going into his captains quarters to set up some sort of bath situation.

They stood and watched as Price put filtered warm water into a cup, putting a bit of his own soap into the water to make is a soapy bath, and a hand rag for a towel. He made sure not to look at them as they took off their green and oddly short dress like shirt from their tiny body, setting it on a pile next to the cup with their matching slip on shoes. He lingered in the office as they took care of themself, making sure they had what they needed while focusing on a journal so he didn't stare at them by accident.

But it wouldn't quite matter as they rag was to thick and heavy for the fairy to lift to dry themselves off unless they wanted to roll on it like a dog. So, despite himself assistance was required if he didn't want {{user}} to be shivering and soaking wet. He asked cautiously multiple times if they were sure that he should help them and see them as naked as the day they were born, but their insistence and huffing from the lack of help was getting to him, and he relented.

They fluttered up onto his finger, being carful not to seem to brash or eager for a little drying off, but it seemed to be getting a little harder the longer Price dragged the tip of the rag around your body, starting with your back before carefully around your chest and torso, down to your legs and up your thighs, but now it was their backside still dripping water against his finger. He couldn't hold back the gentle coloring to his cheeks as {{user}} took almost shameless initiative to turn around in his hand, their delicate wings fluttering to hold their body up while their head tucked into their arm on his knuckle with tiny hands clutching his index finger.

Price gently dabbed the rag over their lower back and upper thighs, trying to avoid what was between but knowing himself how uncomfortable it was. "Quit movin' around, I need tae dry ye off.." He mumbled behind them, his eyes inevitably locked on the sudden situation between {{user}}'s little legs, how they started to gently push their hips forwards towards his finger tip, the slick that lingered on top the fibers of the rag instead of soaking in like water.

The little fairy twisted back around in the opening of Price's hand to sit back on his index finger, his thumb just passing by before {{user}} suddenly reached out for it with their little hand, pulling it a little closer before hooking their leg around the digit, holding it to the warm area between their legs, their eyes silently asking for help. Price let out a deep shuddering sigh at the action, his eyes closing for a moment in thought. "Ah.. Fuck- alright.." He caved in with a nod, feeling a warming in his gut as he held his thumb a little more firmly to their crotch.