Anyone remember Crysta from FernGully? Pick spoiled for yuri.
>inb4 western shit.
I know, but Crysta was the spark of my fairy fetish.
There's something tapping on my window. It looks like a firefly is outside. But we don't have fireflies outside of the lake. What should I do?
Okay. I clap a few times and chant that I believe in fairies. The light dims a little bit revealing a tiny girl. She's adorable. She has a neat little one-piece blue dress made from flax. She also has pale white skin and long blue hair that covers half her body. Her butterfly wing looks a little crumpled, but not torn.
I think I need more than a clap to help her recover. What should I do next?
She's unconcious. But I'll try.
I make a little makeshift napsack out of some clean socks and a pillow out of cotton balls. I lie the fairy down. Then I gently pat the top of her forehead with the tip of my finger.
She's moaning. At least she's responsive. Still I should probably make her something to eat. Any reccomendations?
Pan made some toast and blackberry jam because I'm not a tasteless peasant. It looks like my fairy guest is barely awake. I cut a tiny piece of the corner and serve it with a eye drop of water on a sheet of wax paper. The fairy is rubbing her crushed wing. I ask.
>Does it hurt?
The fairy is spooked. She freezes up in front of me. I set the toast and water next to her nap sack.
>If you need help eating or drinking please let me know.
Ms. Fairy is astonished. But she doesn't seem as scared now I showed her hospitality. First she sips the water drop from the wax paper by scooping it up with her tiny hands. I use the eye dropper to give her another serving. Ms. Fairy then carefully licks the blackberry jam from the piece of toast I cut for her. She cries as she bites into the toast.
>What's wrong.
Ms. Fairy says nothing. She quickly finishes off her piece of toast and takes one last sip of water. I check the napsack to see if there's any bleeding. The sack sure is dusty. Probably from the scale of her wings.
After a bit of silence Ms. Fairy looks up at me. She whispers but I couldn't hear it.
>Come again?
Ms. Fairy swallows and speaks louder.
<Th-thank you.
>Oh, you're welcome. Are you in pain? Do you need something to help your wing?
Ms. Fairy gives her wing a gentle flap.
<It's wrinkled, but not torn. It doesn't hurt. But it needs to heal.
>How come a crushed wing doesn't hurt to flap?
Ms. Fairy rubs her chin.
<Umm… I can feel the air through my wing, but not pain.
>I see… Fairy anatomy aside, if you don't need any immediate medical attention then feel free to stay inside until the storm's over.
Ms. Fairy nods.
<I'm sorry sir.
>No need to apologize. No point in flying with a broken wing. Try to get some sleep. Might get a little noisy. The sarge tends to spend the night running in his wheel.
Ms. Fairy looks at the cage beside my desk.
<Is it a carnivore?
>Well, as carnivorous as a hedgehog can be. I think he'll be more afraid of a big girl like you than the other way around.
Ms. Fairy giggles.
<I've played with hedgehogs before. I think we can get along just fine.
>Well I have to work in the morning so if you need any food then let me know.
And with that I have to go to bed now. If I flesh this out as a real CYOA I'll let you know.
So… Ms. Fairy found the sarge. I can hear her talking to him in a language unfamiliar to me. The next thing I know is I'm feeling a tiny animal climbing up my bed. I'm tempted to grab it.
Dunno. Found it on a shitpost on /v/.