Tor's Terror
by AzazelTheFallen
(Formerly LuciferSonOfSatan)

WARNING: This story contains farting, tiny people, domination, unwilling sexual activities, unwashed women, half elves, and fairies. If these are not things you wish to read....well....Jeez, uh...I guess....I can't help you? I'm very sorry. Try the DMV.
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Tor shivered, eyes squinting, and body shaking intensely. Tor was a fairy, who lived alone in the woods, like most fairies. He was small, maybe eight inches tall, with big, beautiful green and blue wings, like a huge butterfly. On this particular day, Tor had been well away from his home, a hollow tree, when a sudden storm had struck. He tried to fly, but the wind quickly became too strong, and he was forced to struggle against the wind, on foot, toward his home, battered by increasingly cold, stinging raindrops. He panted in pain and discomfort, and as the rain turned to hail, and he was pelted with what were, to him, chunks of ice the size of golf balls, he started to cry out and scream in pain.

He wasn’t sure how long he fought, in agony, against the storm and wind, every shift of the rushing, stormy air threatening to carry the fairy off into the air, and fling him against a rock or tree, and seriously injure him. After what felt like hours, he felt as if he could simply go on no longer, and began to try and find some form of shelter, as the hail turned to snow, and he was heaped with the thick, white snow, his whole body freezing as the snow began to gather on the ground. Finally, he found a thick tree root that he thought he could dig the snow out of and provide himself with enough shelter for the night. He used the last vestiges of his strength to try and carve out a bit of shelter as the storm started to get truly bad, his tiny whimpers lost to the howling wind. Suddenly, he heard, and felt the dull, thundering sound of something quite large walking quickly his way. He barely had time to look up before a huge, heavy, bare foot came right down on top of him. The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was harsh pain, and a dull “crunch” sound.

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Tor screamed out as he awoke, sitting up sharply and suddenly, looking around desperately, eyes wide with fear. He quickly calmed down as he looked around a small, simple home, of someone who was human sized. It was a wooden cottage, and he could hear the sound of the storm still raging outside. He was lying in a huge, human-sized bed, with a blanket pulled all the way up to his neck, which he quickly pushed down, and sat up in the bed. He tried to flutter his wings, but quickly found he couldn’t, and when he looked at them, he saw they were badly damaged, and had been wrapped and set with little chunks of wood, like splints, to keep them rigid. He hissed in pain as he touched the badly damaged wings, and groaned.

Suddenly, Tor heard the loud, heavy sounds of someone approaching the room and squeaked in terror. He quickly lay back in the bed, pulling the huge comforter back over himself, gulping, and pretending to sleep, carefully peeking out of one eye as the door to the small room opened, slowly.

A beautiful girl walked into the room, slowly, and very quietly, clearly not wanting to wake the fairy. She had short, silvery-white hair, and was a little chubby. She clearly hadn’t gotten new clothes in a while, as her simple, grey shirt seemed to struggle to hold her chest in, the big, heavy breast being so big for the shirt, that her pale belly showed slightly. He wasn’t sure what kind of magic she had used to get into the pants she was wearing, but it seemed the thick, chubby thighs were working feverishly to erase its effect, the pants looking like they might just burst at any time. She had slightly pointed ears, and he thought she might be a half elf or something, but he had little time to think about it, closing his eyes tight as she approached the bed, kneeling beside him…and secretly hoping she wouldn’t notice the tiny bulge under the blankets, around his crotch, his cheeks a little red. He defiantly thought she was beautiful, but he was a little more focused on how scared he was.

“Oh dear…He looks a little red…I hope he isn’t getting a fever…” she mumbled, very softly. He nearly flinched as she gently touched his forehead with one big finger. He decided now would be a good time to pretend to wake up, steeling himself a little as he slowly blinked his eyes open, making the huge girl pull away.

“W…W-What…What’s going on…?” he mumbled, weakly, looking around. “Where am I…?” he mumbled, trying to hide how scared he was of the big girl. He looked up at her with his bright, blue eyes, brushing a strand of black hair out of his face, timidly.

The big girl spoke very softly, seeming very intent on not spooking the spooked fairy. “Hey there, little one…How are you feeling…?” she whispered, concernedly. “Do you have a fever? Do your wings hurt? Are your bruises paining you? How about….uh…” she trailed off, blushing a little, as the fairy stared blankly up at her, eyes wide. “S…S-Sorry. Um…My name is Laura…What’s yours…?”

Tor hesitated for a long moment, and then finally decided it would cause no harm, gently saying “M-My name is Tor…W-Where am I…?”

“Ah…This is my home, Tor…I uh…” She cleared her throat, cheeks reddening slightly. “I-I…S-Sort of accidently…stepped on you, o-out in the storm…A-and I felt so bad, I-I had to bring you here, t-to take care of you…I-I’m really, REALLY sorry…!” she said, frowning.

Tor gulped a little, and looked down into his lap. “I-it’s…its okay…I-I…I mean, it’s no big deal, really…” he mumbled, despite being rather upset with his damaged wings. He wanted to say something, wanted to vent his sadness and ager, but he was very afraid. He imagined himself yelling, angrily, at the huge girl. He imagined her getting angry, and snatching him up, throwing him out the door, back into the snowstorm. He imagined trying to get back to his home, with no idea where he was, and with no wings, while the snow continued to pelt him. Shaking a little, he gulped, and looked up at her. “It’s…fine.” He said, forcing a smile.

Tor also screamed as she scooped him up, but quickly lost the option to do so as the big girl pushed her soft, warm lips against his face, the pillowy lips engulfing his entire face below his eyes. He squirmed a little, but just relaxed, decided the experience was pretty damned pleasant, especially with how attractive he found the giantess. When she pulled away, she gently whispered “I-I’m so glad you’re not upset!” Tor cringed, furrowing hi eyebrows. Her breath was…quite unpleasant, the warm, humid, smelly air washing over him as she spoke to him. He didn’t say anything, smiling up at her, but hoped she moved him before speaking again.

Laura smiled, widely, and moved him a little lower, and Tor’s eyes bulged widely as she gently pressed his body into her huge, soft chest, his head resting in her cleavage, and his body pushed against her shirt. “Mmm…I-I’m gonna take care of you as long as you need me to…” she mumbled, softly, starting to stroke his back. Tor wriggled, and blushed intensely, closing his eyes tightly.

As a fairy, tor weaved his clothing out of plants and such, and wore sort of a long tunic, that went nearly down to his knees, similar to a dress, with underpants as well. At that moment, Both were constricting him pretty uncomfortably as he grew QUITE excited, being so intimately close to such huge breasts. “A-Ah…oh my…th-thank you, miss Laura…” he mumbled, shyly, his face growing red against her chest, as she stroked his back slowly.

She held him that way for some time, then, suddenly, all hopes of her not noticing his excitement vanished, as her finger slipped between his legs inadvertently, as she stroked his back particularly low. Her finger pulled back, hesitantly, and then moved back in, prodding at the underside of his bulging underpants, making the little fairy writhe, weakly. “Oh…oh my, Tor…W-What, uh…What’s this all about?” she said, smirking down at him with a big, teasing smile. The fairy groaned, weakly.

“I-It’s nothing!” the fairy cried, desperately, pressing his legs together. She giggled, and slowly laid him down on the bed, and , to his incredible, shocked embarrassment, she began to fidget and mess with his clothing, and before he could do anything about it, she had gone ahead and stripped his tunic off, leaving him in his green underpants, which showed, clearly, his erection.

Laura giggled a little, as she pulled the tunic off, and slowly plaid down in the bed, hovering her huge breasts above the fairy. “D-Do you like my chest, Little Tor…?” she asked, smiling widely down at him. “Would you like to enjoy them a little more…intimately…?”

Tor was rigid, utterly blow away with shock. He had never been with a girl, let alone one so large, and he was staring into a valley of cleavage between two breasts that were bigger than his whole body. He tried to answer her, but no words came out, only tiny, weak squeaks. So, slowly, he nodded. Laura smiled, giggling, and sat up on the bed, leaving the fairy lying back on the pillow, as she slowly struggled with her shirt, tugging and wrestling it over her head. As she pulled it up, her breasts came bouncing out of her shirt, jiggling a little. He realized he had been wrong, and that they breast ere DEFINATLY bigger then a D-cup, but had been squeezed into a bra for a girl a good cup size and a half smaller then the girl wearing it. As if to prove the point, she reached back around her, and untied the plain, white bra, and it flung off like a slingshot, as her big, pale breasts bounced out of their second prison, shooting the bra so far that it landed right on top of the fairy.

Tor got a good whiff of the girl’s sweat, and didn’t care in the least. He was so intensely attracted to the girl’s monstrously large chest, that he found himself pushing his nose into the bra, and inhaling deeply, loving the warmth of the cloth and scent. He looked up, going red as a cherry as Laura giggled at him. “Oooh…someone’s an excited little guy, hm?” she said, smiling widely. The fairy groaned, and pushed the bra away, biting his lip. Slowly, the girl leaned down, and gently pressed her huge, soft breasts down on top of the fairy, making him moan in a cute, high-pitched, squeaky tone. His little hands began to slowly grasp, squish, and touch the huge girl’s chest, slowly, but QUITE eagerly, making her giggle and moan a little as his little hands timidly and clumsily got to work.

Tor found himself enjoying the massive breasts for about half an hour, before the hue girl suddenly moaned, whispering down at the fairy “Oh gods, you are getting me SO hot…!” she panted, her breathing making the fairy cringe. “Tor, I-I want you to…D-Do more for me…” she said, eyes glittering.

Tor suddenly felt a lot more nervous and scared then excited, and trembled a little at the idea, but unfortunately, the big girl mixed up his anxiety for excitement. “Heeheehee…I didn’t know you would be so excited…” she whispered, slowly standing up on the bed, towering way over the fairy. Slowly, she began to wrestle with her pants. Even after unbuttoning them, they seemed no less likely to give her any chance of getting the pants off as if she had just left them buttoned. The fairy almost forgot how nervous he was as he just…felt truly shocked about how she could have possibly gotten the pants ON. The fear came right back when she started to fight the pants even harder, nearly falling, making the fairy tremble with terror that she was going to topple over onto him, and crush him entirely.

She didn’t fall over onto the fairy, however, and they finally fell to the bed, around her ankles, her hue, thick, chubby thighs being exposed, a little red from the tight pants, making her sigh in relief as she finally got them off. The fairy got a good look at the pants, and to him, it looked like she must have been using the same pair of pants, exclusively, for what must have been years. They had clearly been expanded a few times, with obvious extra patches and seams that made them bigger, including three separate sections added to the seat of the pants. A moment later, Tor had it confirmed fully that not only did she WEAR the same pants for what had to have been at least months, if not years, but she never washed them, as his tiny nose picked up the intense, stale, foul stench from the dirty pants. ‘

He felt an incredible rush of relief as she kicked the pants right of the bed, then nearly screeched in horror as she went right on to drop her “white” panties, his eyes widening as the underpants hit the bed, around her ankles. The panties had clearly been white, at one point, but, like her pants, it looked like she had never changed them in her life. The tiny, battered panties were a rainbow of unpleasant colors, from light, sweaty yellow, darkening to sickly, black-green in the darkest parts, with every shade of brown and yellow in-between, making the fairy cover his mouth, gaping at the disgusting article, and covering his nose as he stared at the them. The huge girl mistook his disgusted horror for eager excitement, as she had before, and lifted the panties with her toes. “Ohhhh…I get it, Little Tor…You wanna sniff these, just like my bra…” she said, giggling. Tor was so shocked that he couldn’t even shake his head, staring at her in truly speechless horror. “You’re a naughty, dirty kind of boy, are you? Well…You go ahead and enjoy them…” she said, letting the plop down, on top of him covering hi from the waist down, before slowly sitting down on her knees, watching him very eagerly.

The fairy wanted nothing more in the entire world, at that moment, then to push the filthy garment off himself, and have someone with no nose take them away and burn them, but he hesitated before screaming and throwing the underpants away, looking up at the huge girl. He went through the same terrified fantasy of the big girl tossing him out into the snow after telling her how disgusting her underpants were, and he gulped, trembling with horror as he lifted the underpants. He felt trapped, and, thinking he had no choice, he closed his eyes tight, pressed the panties to his face, and sniffed, hard, making it visible and audible that he was doing so.

The fairy gagged, and his eyes bulged open after the sharp inhale, and he groaned, wishing he hadn’t closed his eyes before sniffing. He had pushed the dirtiest, darkest parts of the BACK of her underpants right to his face, and he felt ill at the very idea. Much to his continued horror, the girl giggled. “Oooh…Not just dirty, but you go right for the back, eh…? How much did you like it…?”

Tor nearly sobbed, but forced a big, weak smile on his face. “T-These are r-really heavenly, M-Miss Laura…I-I c-could sniff them a-all night…!” he said, fighting back tears in his eyes. She licked her lips, and her eyes glittered.

“Mm…I just got an even better idea…” she whispered, and slowly lifted herself up, then turned around, holding her behind over the little fairy. “You don’t have to sniff the panties…You can just put your sweet little nose to work, right at the source…” Tor had to push his hands over his mouth to stifle a scream.

Tor gulped, and started to weakly protest. “M-Miss Laura, I-I uh…” but she clearly wasn’t listening. “Mmm…I hope you enjoy it…I’ll make sure to give you lots to smell, my dirty, perverted little cutie…” she whispered, lustily, pushing her rear down onto the fairy, spreading it with both hands as she pressed it down onto him. Tor didn’t even have two seconds to scream as he got one brief look at exactly how filthy and unclean her behind was before he was pressed, face to face, with its innermost, dirtiest parts.

Tor could only imagine the girl had simply never washed herself, and wiped herself only on major holidays. He felt thick, unpleasant filth being seared into his skin and hair as she pushed her hole down right on his face. His senses were assaulted by the thick, horrible stench of the huge girl’s behind, his arms and legs pinned firmly beneath her two cheeks, so that he couldn’t wiggle more than tiniest bit, as he sobbed and screamed into her puckering hole. The big girl took his actions as him eagerly sniffing at her, and, to her shock, LICKING at her, as his screams made his tiny tongue contact her flesh a few times. She moaned, and shuddered, touching herself a little as she sat, and decided she wanted a bit more, especially with how excited her new companion seemed to be getting.

Slowly, the big girl began to grind on top of Tor, and he thought she was trying to torture him, sobbing a little as she literally scraped a thick layer of filth off her, and onto him, smearing and grinding the filth into his nose and mouth, making him gag as he had no choice but to gulped down the mouthfuls of ancient, disgusting filth. He was instantly convinced that she had decided he was worth punishing for some transgression, and was desperate to do anything to end it. As if to answer his prayers, she stopped grinding on him, and moaned loudly “O-Oh tor…L-Lick me! Lick me deep…!” Tor, desperate to end the punishment, pushed his tongue as deep into her as he could, licking and kissing at her flesh, desperately.

Laura gasped, moaning loudly, shaking with pleasure, happy her fairy friend was enjoying himself so much, especially when she was enjoying it, too. She shook with pleasure, and then suddenly furrowed her eyebrows as her stomach began to gurgle. She bit her lip, and moaned, and kept trying to hold what was coming back, but the fairy’s licking was loosening her up, so she knew it was going to come, and finally decided that he would enjoy it, when it became clear she could hold it back. Drooling slightly, tongue hanging out of her mouth, the girl pushed two fingers inside herself, pushed her hole down harder on the fairy, and let loose.

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Several long, horrendous, truly horrible farts splattered out of the girl, quite literally. The fairy, tonsil deep in the girl’s ass, had no choice but to inhale the truly horrendous, humid, moist air from the girl’s behind. It came with such force that his lungs were forcefully inflated, and he could only just barely scream out the suffocating stench from one fart before the next filled his lungs, his vision blurring and his body burning as the farts replaced all oxygen in his system. He screamed, in agony, after yet another long, foul, bubbly fart, and unfortunately, it left his mouth wide open for the last fart, Laura screaming in an intense, wonderful (for her) orgasm, as she let out one last, long horrendous fart…ending with just a little bit more than a fart, smearing the fairy, and filling his mouth, with something he could not have imagined. She filled his mouth and covered his body with something that, moments ago, he would have sworn could not exist; something worse than her old, disgusting waste. She had covered him with her FRESH waste, the thick, greasy, rancid goop assaulting all his senses, as she collapsed backward onto the bed.

The fairy knew she had had an orgasm, and the only thing keeping him from breaking down was the thought that, any second, she would finally give him the mercy he desperately desired, and would finally pulled herself off him. Then he heard something that crushed his hope, and made him start to sob.

Laura had started snoring. Tor was in for a long, long night.