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Mating Call: Nymphs
A Study of the Reproduction of Certain Mythological Creatures
By Wayne Sheeler
Larcig had scoured the forest for hours with no luck. Although he
knew they were hard to find, he was the greatest hunter to ever
have lived, as he would tell you at length, and that the finding
of a nymph's tracks was hard, but not impossible. As he continued
deeper into the forest, where the trees stopped looking plain and
drab, but tall and mysterious, moss covered monoliths of nature,
his stomach began to growl.
"Quiet there, we'll have those eggs for ourselves soon enough."
He whispered gently to his rumbling gut. He smirked when he
thought of the old woman that had mysteriously appeared and laid
down the challenge of finding them. He looked up and wondered
what he would do with his time once he had gained immortality.
***
The Wobbly Ram was not a nice tavern. Its lights were yellowy,
everything there smelled foul, the wenches had more diseases than
the many rats that scurried its floor, and the food tasted
horrible. But this was nothing when compared to the depravity of
the patrons. Deep in the forest, a short way from a much used
trading route, it attracted the foulest sorts of men, murderers,
thieves, rapists, and other malcontents, who knew they were far
from anyone in this remote locale.
The bartender Lizon knew that his line of work was very
dangerous, but also very profitable. He eyed the human monsters
as they passed through his door, knowing that any of them might
try to kill him at a whim. But the big pay off was all that
really mattered.
Larcig had entered by accident, not at all wanting to be among
such a rabble. As an adventurer, however, he knew he must rest a
while, for he had walked all day. He also stopped, for he knew
the forest he was surrounded by was said to be haunted at night
by all sorts of creatures of myth. The surroundings disgusted
him, though he watched the wenches with interest. Most of them
were just much too old, he decided, and looked as if the ravages
of disease had fouled them.
"Bartender, some ale please." Larcig said warily sitting down
next to a very short man who seemed to be passed out. He drooled
and snored in a small puddle of his own spit.
"Right then.", Lizon said. He could tell by looking that this
patron was probably going to be eaten alive by his other patrons.
"Get your hand out of my pocket if you want to keep it friend.",
Larcig stated as he swiftly plucked a dagger from his pocket and
leveled it to the drunken snorer's wrist.
His eyes shot open and he slowly took his hand out of Larcig's a
smile playing on his face as if saying 'Only a little joke,
right?' Lizon smiled a little and wondered if this one would not
be taken so easily.
It was then that an old woman wandered into the bar. Her clothes
voluminous layers upon layers of rags, leaving only the smallest
portion of her face to be uncovered. It was her mouth that
everyone could see, cracked wrinkled brownish lips that seemed to
be fixed into a permanent scowl. She announced her presence with
the loudest fit of hacking and coughing that any of the men had
ever seen.
"I've come with a message... abou... *hwark*" she said as she
went into another coughing fit. "About a secret I've kept cause I
have never been able to accomplish it myself. A secret that can
grant eternal life!", she said with a screech.
This brought a mixed reaction from the room. Though many were
stupid and superstitious, the idea of eternal life was something
for alchemists to learn about, not barflies.
"What is this secret?", Larcig asked.
This was the way many adventures began, a hero in a tavern
learning of some incredible news. At this, the old woman pulled
out an egg, bigger than her fist. It was a pink color at first,
but it glowed and changed colors as she held it for everyone to
see. The entire room now fixated on her hand.
"This is a nymph egg. These woods surrounding us are filled with
strange creatures of bygone eras, and nymphs are one of them!
Eating eight of their eggs shall give the devourer eternal life.
Alas, I have found only one egg in all my years. But I am sure
that someone in this bar would manage to find enough to make
himself immortal. If only... *hwarrrrkrk* I were a bit younger...
*HWARK*" she ended as beginning another coughing fit.
She then walked out the door, a hacking mass of rags. Two men
went out after her, knives drawn, but did not even turn as Larcig
silently ran up behind them and knocked them both silly with his
club.
"This sounds like... an adventure." Larcig said, the strength of
his limbs renewed by the promise of excitement and danger. He
headed off into the woods, though he was not the last, as the
greedy inhabitants of the bar drew their weapons and headed into
the woods.
***
It was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Some say
that looking at a nymph naked could blind one. Larcig was happy
this was not the case. He watched the graceful being, its golden
skin shining as it skipped about nude and ran off into the
bushes, leaving behind a beautiful nest made of golden straws and
plants of every hue. Inside the nest, was a clutch of glowing
prismatic eggs.
Moving slowly to the nest, he carefully counted the eggs. There
were exactly eight. It seemed rather lucky that he had gotten the
right number on the first try.
"Well, nothing left to do but to eat up.", Larcig said as he
cracked open the first egg and drank its contents. It was slimy,
but tasted of sweet honeys. He waited a few minutes to
contemplate what to do with his immortal life, when he felt a
bizarre shifting on his face and head. Soft hair fell over his
shoulders, a bright red to his usual dull brown.
"It seems the color of my hair has changed to the same color it
was when I was a babe. This must be rather potent! And I've grown
back all the hair I have lost over the years. Splendid!" he said
as he picked up the next egg.
Cracking the next one, he gulped it down. A few minutes later,
his right arm became skinny and lost all the hair that covered.
"Ah, it seems youth will return to my arms too. A bit skinnier,
but that's how they are when your young. I suppose the side
effects of immortality involve getting a bit younger. Well, no
complaints here, I remember being in better shape in those days
anyway." he said as he gulped down another egg.
His other arm followed suit with the first. He paused before
eating the next egg, not sure if they were meant to be gulped
down all at once. Looking more thoughtful and distant by the
minute, he absent-mindedly cracked open the next two eggs and
swallowed them down. His legs seemed to shrink a bit as his butt
and hips swelled.
"My legs seem to have fortified themselves somehow... uhhhh...
they feel different. Hmmm, my legs were not skinny as a youth.
Perhaps they have gained a preternatural strength because of
this. My butt seems to have changed, too. It seems a bit
larger... hmmm." Larcig said stroking his chin, then noticing its
hairlessness.
"The hair from my chin is gone! Perhaps it went to my head and
lengthened my hair in that fashion. This seems rather odd. Are
these necessities in my immortality?" he asked himself, looking
down at the last three glowing eggs.
"Well, I've gone this far and wont turn back now. Besides these
eggs taste rather delicious. I should just swallow them all and
get it over with... but I do want to feel want to feel everything
of my final transcendence into immortality. I'll save one for the
last step.", he said picking up another two. Cracking them
separately he gulped both, one after the other, and threw the
shells aside.
"I wonder what shall happen now? Perhaps my youthful good looks?
The renewed vigor of when I was young? Perhaps..." he said
looking down at is crotch. "Well, that would certainly make
immortality enjoyable."
After a few minutes, he felt a tremendous amount of pressure in
his chest. Looking down at his patchy leather armor, he could see
his chest straining against the fabrics.
"Large chest muscles? Well, I certainly will look a sight with
all these oddly placed muscles. Skinny arms and legs and huge
pecs."
"Hah! My that is a bit tight. Might as well take off my shirt to
look closer at my new...AHHH!" he said as he saw two large
breasts hanging off his chest, both nipples erect as he held his
shirt above his head.
Larcig threw his shirt aside and scrambled through his backpack
and grabbed a mirror, only to 'AHHH!' again.
He was most obviously, a very beautiful woman. Large breasts,
flowing red hair, with a skinny figure and a cute butt. The only
thing that separated himself from the fairer sex was his crotch,
which he grabbed quickly to check. It was still intact.
"Immortality carries too high a price for me!", Larcig said,
finally noticing his high feminine voice. He stalked off into the
woods and left the final egg there, untouched. After a few
minutes, a naked figure came out of the bushes.
"Shoot! Almost had him." the nymph said snapping her fingers. She
picked up the last egg. Another nymph came out of the woods with
the old woman and Lizon close in tow.
"All the others are done with their changes." the nymph said.
"Most were too greedy to consider to take their time eating. They
just gulped them down like they always do." the not-so-old woman
said as her companions helped her take off the disguise.
Underneath the voluminous rags was yet another beautiful nymph.
"Thanks Lizon, you've delivered like always. Here's your
payment." one of them said handing him a golden ring encrusted
with gems. "Will you help us after the next 10 years?" she asked
cocking her head.
"No, I'm afraid I'll have other things to attend to." Lizon
muttered his eyes gleaming. He smiled inwardly. He knew that
Larcig might make it. In a puff of sulfurous smoke, Lizon
disappeared.
The new nymphs had huddled together in the woods. It was dark
out, their clothes had become much too rough to wear, and they
were confused. They were all also cutthroats who professed to be
afraid of nothing. A loud hooping and hollering was heard as red
eyes were plainly seen from in the forest. A dozen satyrs leapt
from the forest and began tackling these young nymphs. Screams
and shouts of fear were quickly replaced by moans of lust and
passion. The older nymphs looked on and sighed.
"It seems so long since we could just let ourselves go like that,
Squacy." the nymph said with a sigh.
"Yes, Luzabith, but nearly constant sexual gratification can get
boring after a while. And the way you just begin to forget
everything..." Squacy said with a sigh.
"Well, come on. Back to studying for us."
So all the older nymphs returned to their studies on philosophy,
arts, and the sciences, while the younger nymphs stayed behind to
please their satyrs.
***
Larcig wandered the countryside and picked up where he left off:
adventuring and getting into trouble. He soon found the
advantages of his new form when he was allowed to sleep in the
same room as the kings daughters on one mission and has not
regretted his decision to stop one short of immortality ever
since.
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