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Fairies Daniel checked his traps. A shy boy, he had never really gotten along with his peers. He was too short for basketball, too light for wrestling or football, little hand to eye coordination so baseball was out. What could a kid do? He discovered an interest in insects. They never expected him to hit a glove at 90 feet. They didn't care if he could kick, hit, pitch or anything else. They went about their lives with indifference to anything they didn't need to do. Sometimes he wished he was small enough to travel where only a bug could travel. He was about to get his wish. As he collected the last jar, a spider web near him suddenly bowed as if a baseball had hit it. The sticky net ripped from its anchors, and he stared down at the figure that struggled cursing with it. It looked like a woman. All of about four inches tall. He bent down, pulling the empty jar he always carried, unscrewing the lid. Before she could work herself free, he snapped the jar down over her, sliding the lid on to screw tight. "Hey!" The voice was high, squeaky. He lifted the jar, looking at the woman more closely. She glared back at him, tiny hands on miniscule hips. "Let me go you... you... Human!" "What have I here?" he asked. She quaked as he moved the jar closer to his face, slamming her hands against the sides to steady herself. She was dressed in a black leather bustier, leather panties, thigh high boots and black leather opera length gloves. Her hair was red, but it was the color of autumn leaves rather than auburn. "What do you think ant-brain?" she snapped back. "Five hundred years, and you are the dumbest human I have ever met!" She thumped her fists against the glass. "Let. Me. Go!" "Wait. I thought fairies were mythological." She shook her head. "Such a big word for a 12 year old," she growled. "Come on, nipperkin, let me go." "Nipperkin?" "A mere taste of ale, me lad," she sighed. "Remember Holly, two centuries since you last spoke with one of his kind. Languages do change," she murmured to herself. "Come on, let me go." "Not yet!" He held the jar closer to his eyes. The little figure staggered, pinning her hands against the sides of the jar again. "I want to study you." "Study me how?" she snarled. "Kill me with ether then stick a pin up my arse?" "Nothing like that," Daniel replied. "Under a magnifying glass." "Bloody hell," she groaned. "He's all of 12 and he's already a peeping Thomas." "I'm seventeen," he gritted out. "Ye don't look it. Those fine little hands and you're so short for your age." "I am not short!" he roared. "I'm... delicate. Besides, I'm taller than you are." "If size was all that mattered, you would be a giant to we Fairies. But you wouldn't be able to fly, would you?" "Just shut up. My mom might hear you when I get to the house." "She wouldn't see me, you twit. Only one kind of person can see a Fairy." He shrugged. The door opened, and his mom turned to face him. She was baking something, and the smell was divine. "Fresh bread for tonight." She pulled out a loaf. "Not like that garbage they sell at the stores. Here." She used an oven mitt to hold the steaming loaf, slicing off the end. Then she cut a slice, setting it on a plate. "Try that Daniel!" She noticed the jar. "What is that?" He slid it behind his leg. "Nothing, mom." She reached out, taking the jar. The Fairy held on as yet another human held her up for inspection. Her brow wrinkled, and she handed it back. "I have never seen such an odd bug. A new specimen for your collection?" Stunned, all he could do was stare at her and say, "Yes, Mom." "Well if you want to keep it alive you had better remember to feed this one. Off you go." The boy ran up to his room, setting the jar down. "Why did she see a bug? And not you?"" The Fairy sat, legs crossed. "She wouldn't see me because she's not the type of person that can. I told you that. Only one kind of person can see a Fairy and she isn't it." "What kind of people can?" "Well that is a bit complicated. Listen, before we go on, it is only polite for there to be introductions. I am Holly." "Daniel." "You say you're seventeen. What do you know about species?" "Well I've taken life sciences and biology." "Well maybe you can keep up. You see, about fifty thousand years ago, the human race diverged into separate parts. One type grew larger and developed technology. The others grew smaller, and developed magic." "There's no such thing." "Oh really," she snapped sarcastically. "Then tell me." She crossed her arms under her breasts tapping a toe impatiently. "How can a fairy, something you think is mythological, be standing here having a bloody conversation with ye?" "I can't." "Then accept magic as an answer and let's try to move on." She paused, and sniffed. "That bread smells divine. May I have some please?" "Uh, sure." The boy spread the butter his mom had provided, and he tore off a hunk the size of his fingernail. "Promise you won't fly away?" "I promise." He opened the lid, and lowered the piece. She caught it greedily then paused, sniffing suspiciously. "But that isn't butter, is it?" "No, I think it's margarine. One of the kind they say tastes like butter." "You'll know the world is coming to an end when they say that real butter tastes like margarine." She sighed and began chewing, eyes dreamy with pleasure. "Ah, it's been ages since I ate homemade human bread." "Why? Can't you just fly in and rip off a slice at the store?" "Your mother may not be the right kind of person to b- to see us, but she is right there. That pap they call bread today- Hah!" She chewed, shaking her head. "Even with vegetable oil slime on it, this bread is magnificent. Now where was I?" "Magic." "Ah, yes. Well when we had gotten down to about a foot tall, we discovered there was a problem with being small compared to big. A lion would eat one of your kind, but as small as we were, a fox became a danger. When it comes to being able to feed ourselves however it was a damn sight better. That slice of bread would feed my village for dinner. When you have famines, we have more than enough. "We also live longer. I'm over 600 years old, and me Great-grandmother is still alive and kicking at about two thousand. "We have our own problems, though. Our men became flighty, too into exploring. Picture someone full grown with the mind of a child. Most of them wander away not long after puberty. They never learn how to use magic so they have the life expectancy of honeybee drones. "But without them we had to find other ways of reproducing. We discovered magic by chance. They found that we could confuse animals and make them think we were something they couldn't eat and it worked on most of your kind of humans so they don't see us. Now we learn to cast our glamour as children and it is the only part of our magic that works almost all the time. Except for ones such as you, we are either inedible, or just odd insects. "But we were still growing smaller. Soon it was a full day's journey to go from the village just to gather food, and that was walking both ways. The Elders found they could create genetic additions to our own bodies with magic, adding DNA from insects to our own and making it possible to give us wings." She fluttered the two pairs on her back. "The genes are passed on from generation to generation. So I'm human, but with a touch of Dragon-fly." She rubbed her antennae. "These help when we're flying at night. Makes our sense of smell better than humans have too." "Like Jurassic Park when they're talking about the animals they made." "I love it," she snapped harshly. "I talk about divergent evolution genetic engineering and the effects man has on the bloody planet and get a blank look, but mention a scene from a book by Michael Crichton and you're with me!" Her wings flipped angrily. "We stopped shrinking about 10 thousand years ago, and I am average in height. But with magic we can adjust that. If I wasn't in this damn jar I could shrink to half an inch long, or grow to about seven inches. But that's magical, and it fades if you're not concentrating." "Why can only some people see you?" She considered telling him the truth. Then didn't. "Because that is the way we want it to be. Too many of your kind would have us in museums and zoos. We don't like being confined, and this-" She waved at the jar "-is about as small as we're willing to take. So if you're going to examine me, I suggest you get out your bloody magnifying glass, so I can get out of here." He pulled the four inch magnifier out of the drawer, and adjusted the focus until she looked like she was just standing on a glass floor in front of him. She winked, and he chuckled. "Are you human... All the way down?" "What. Do you mean do I have three sets of teats like a mouse or an ovipositor like a praying mantis? No. We're as human in that regard as you are." "Where did you get leather that thin?" "You've seen insects shed their skins when they get bigger, haven't you?" "Yes." "When they're ready to grow they secret a chemical that makes the skin below it harden on drying. If you kill a beetle and peel the chitin off without that chemical, you get something that can be skinned and tanned like any other." She rubbed the leather of the bustier. "Or skinning mice and shrews. It's all in how you work it." "Can I..." He flushed. "What, can you see if I am really human? And what would you do with a naked woman who is only four inches tall in your room?" "I could look at her." "Ah a sweet talking charmer you're not." She unbuckled the back of the bustier, and lowered it. Her breasts were magnificent. If she'd been his height, he would have been panting. As it is he could feel his dick stirring. She untied one side of her panties, and lowered them as well. She sat, legs spread, rubbing her fingers along her slit. "Satisfied?" He lowered the glass, blushing bright red. "Yes." She put the clothes back on. "Now I've done what you asked, so let me go." "Maybe I want to keep you." She glared at him. "I would suggest you reconsider that. Unless you want me mad at you." "Big deal." He took another piece of bread, and dropped it into the jar. "It's not like you can escape." He leaned back, stuffing the rest of the slice into his mouth. "Daniel! Dinner!" He stood to go. She slammed her fist into the glass again. "I would advise you to reconsider." "No. I caught you and you're mine." He tapped the glass possessively, then headed out. She watched him go, then looked at the lid above her. "It's not like you can escape," she mimicked. She picked up the bread, chewing it in pleasure. "Well I think one little human git will have to find out why some of them can see us." II Daniel had completely forgotten about the Fairy until he saw the empty jar. He snatched it up, looking around the room. But she must have had centuries of knowing how to hide. He almost started to tear the room apart, but he looked at the jamb of the door. She couldn't have slipped out, and the screen on the window was intact. "Holly, I'll find you," he warned. "And when I do I'll rip those god damned wings out of your back!" Systematically he began to search the room, looking under everything and in everything. Holly watched him smirking. It had been hard unscrewing that lid. She had grown to her maximum height, hung by her hands, and shoved with her feet until the lid had finally loosened. Once it had it had been simple to unscrew it. Putting it back on had been, in her mind, the crowning insult. She might be seen as a Fairy by his kind when he had first seen her, but that didn't mean her magic was ineffective even against the rare few with warning. He walked past her three times where she perched on the book shelf. The search finally ended when his mother came upstairs and ordered him into bed. The little shite grumbled, but got under the covers, though he was still awake as midnight rolled around. Perhaps he'd forget her if she left. Think she had been an illusion. But she didn't think so. And that ripping the wings off crack was going to get him what he deserved. Holly was patient. She was one of the Hunters of her clan, and she could sit for hours waiting for a mouse or a frog to come within range of her bow. Finally he began to doze off. She waited until he was gently snoring, then flew down to light on the spread. He was sleeping in his underwear, which helped because she didn't want to have to burrow through a ton of covers and pajamas. She slid down under the covers, her Fairy sight showed her his limp manhood. This was the hardest part of the process. The member was longer than she was tall, and he had to be erect for what she planned to work. She wrapped her arms around behind the circumcised head, and began squatting and standing, slowly masturbating him. Daniel was dreaming. Holly hadn't run away. They had gotten off a little better and she had promised to stay with him forever. She had landed on his lap, and was playing with him. In his sleep he kicked off the covers. "Bloody hell!" Holly held on for dear life as the little shit rolled in his sleep. Suddenly she was out in the open. She froze, watching his face. He mumbled, then stopped moving. Better and better. He was starting to get hard, and she blessed her people's gods as he did. She leaned forward, biting him on the head of his dick. He mouth was small, so it only stung a bit. But she could see the venom flowing with her Fairy sight. Thank the dead elders that they had thought to add a bit of spider. Not for pain, but for this purpose. Sighing, she slid down the erection, biting again and again on the veins that entered it. The affect was almost unnoticeable at first but as it progressed it speeded up. It would have taken all night if she had only bitten him once, but every succeeding bite injected more venom, and made it faster. The dick was getting smaller, and soon she could have wrapped one arm completely around it. Still she bit. Soon she was larger enough in comparison to pull the underwear off it. By that time he had shrunk until he was the size of a four year old. Still she masturbated him, biting him again and again. Now it was small enough that it only filled both hands, and she stopped biting him more because he might notice it now than anything else. She began to lick the head lovingly. He was the size of a Cabbage Patch doll and the shrinking was speeding up. Soon she could almost get her one hand around it, and she began to jack him off faster. Suddenly she felt his muscles stiffening, and he bolted upright. "What the-" She leaped into the air, and her boots caught him between the eyes. In the last moments, he had shrunk until he was the size of a Barbie doll, and her weight slammed him back on his back. Then she swarmed over his face, pinning his lips closed as he whimpered in terror. "I told you not to make me mad," she hissed. She was a normal sized woman pinning down something the size of a grizzly bear, but not for long. He was still shrinking. Now barely taller than she was. She pinned his arms with one hand now, grinning evilly. "I told you only one kind of human can see us. Maybe you wondered why that is. You see, the only kind that can see us..." He felt something ripping out of his back, and tried to scream around her hand. "...are the kind that can become one of us. You probably wonder how that can be. All will be explained in a few moments. But I don't think you'll like the answer." Frantic, he tried to fight back. But he was now a boy that compared to an adult woman. The pair rolled out of the now tent like underwear. He might have had a chance if she had been a human girl, but her race could wrestle anything twice their size. Being a Hunter merely meant she had had a lot more practice. They rolled frantically until she slammed him back down on his back. No sooner was Daniel again pinned on his back then Holly was on top of him. She knelt on the bed straddling him, with her hands on her hips, and gazed down at him. She ran her hands up her inner thighs. Through her panties, she began caressing her vulva. Daniel watched this display with slack jawed incomprehension. Her right hand slipped the tie of her panties, pulling them aside. She plunged two fingers in and out of her slit. She pulled out her hand, covered with her fluids. When she reached out to his face, Daniel turned away trying to resist her. She wiped her fluids over his mouth and beneath his nose. When Daniel inhaled, he smelled a musky, sweet scent. His mind swam, feeling like he had just smoked a joint. Holly pulled on his rigid manhood. With pupils the size of saucers, she licked her lips hungrily and stared at the jutting penis. She hurried up and knelt over his hips. Taking his red swollen penis in hand, she sat down guiding it into her. Daniel felt his penis plunge into her warm, wet folds of flesh and saw it disappear inside her. Ever deeper he felt the moist folds envelope his member. When at last she sat on his hips, it stunned him to realize that his rod was buried deep inside her abdomen. His first ever sexual contact, and it was rape. Using her long red-coated fingernails, she scratched down his chest. Holly slid up and came back down as hard she could. So hard was the impact that he feared she would break his pelvis. Over and over she slammed down on him, forcing a guttural grunt from his lips. His mind reeled scarcely able to absorb what was happening. Holly opened her bustier again and began squeezing and pressing her breasts together. Riding up and down on Daniel. She leaned forward, presenting them to him. Instinctively he bgean to suckle. She cooed, her hips still, maintaining the constant motion. Strange warmth spread out from his manhood. It quickly spread up to his head and down to his toes. With the warmth came a prickly feeling. A thousand ants crawled all over him or so it felt. When Holly grabbed his chest, Daniel felt handfuls of his flesh fill her hands. How? He had always been painfully skinny. What could she be grabbing? It was not possible. Yet it was happening. The flesh of his chest seemed to expand, filling her hands. With every squeeze of her hand his nipples especially ached. Daniel grimaced and gazed up at the textured ceiling above him. His feet slipped along the now huge sheets. This was only compounded by the strangeness of his legs and arms. They were suddenly weak. Daniel attempted to take in a gulp of air, but he could scarcely take in a gasp. Each short shallow breath was made more difficult by two heavy weights upon his chest. "What's wrong with my body?" he asked querulously. His hips seemed to grow wider with each impact of Holly's bottom. His ass felt like someone was inflating it like a flat tire. He could feel his butt cheeks swelling, growing large and round. He wanted to look down to inspect his body, but his eyes locked on Holly. As if in slow motion, he watched the ravishing woman bounce up, causing her ample breasts without the restraint of her leather top to swing like pendulums. When she bounced down, his throbbing manhood was plunging into her. She slammed down on his hips again. The feeling spread to his face, and he could feel it changing. Something was horribly wrong. Daniel exploded inside Holly like a volcano. More and more of his fluids sprayed out. In a never-ending stream, he sensed them flow out through his penis. He heard a tiny whimper. Its pitch was way too high to be his. Yet it came from his mouth. When he tossed his head back and forth he felt hair piled up beside his head on the bed. Holly came down one last time and stayed down. His spewing member lay buried deep inside her body. Agony soon mixing with his ecstasy. This was like nothing he had ever experienced or even imagined. He could feel her vagina drawing his penis. Her smooth vaginal walls began to ripple. The flowing ripples squeezed his penis to the tip milking him. Sharp needle like jabs came from his testicles. He tried to lift her off, but she slammed down on him once again. "But wait," she giggled, leaning forward, kissing him. "There's more." Down the length of his penis came a rapidly spreading sensation of pain. Daniel gritted his teeth and struggled to regain control of his body. A growing sense of strangeness permeated his being. There was a sudden more powerful sucking sensation deep within his manhood. The fluid stopped flowing, yet Holly's vagina continued to feed. Each time she raised up her hips, her vagina squeezed every drop of fluid from him. When she came back down, there was noticeably less of him inside her than before. Up she rode; down onto his diminished manhood she lunged. This repeated several more times until there was not enough of him to stay inside her. Something screamed deep inside his being. A vague sense of loss and vulnerability overshadowed him. He fell out of her but Holly's vagina was not done. She shifted ner postition, now between his legs and ground her hips against his. With each orbit her clitoris seemed to grow larger, thicker, longer. Prodding him. "What is happening?" He tried to scream around his gasps. Her clit seemed to probe then entered him somehow. He could feel it expanding, growing into his body. Daniel felt Holly's hands beneath his knees. She bent them back to press down beside his head. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the horror. Daniel was relieved when Holly moved her hips away. This caused her thick, round clitoris to slip out of him. However, he soon felt the impact of her hips on his padded ass. Her rod like clit rammed deep into his body. He could feel it twitch inside him. This was not possible. It was not in his ass. How could it be in him? Yet in him it was. She pulled back only to plunge it into him again. He opened his eyes and Daniel finally managed to look down. To his astonished horror, he saw a woman's body where a man's body should have been, legs were spread wide, feet pointed at the ceiling. A mammoth penis rammed through his wet vaginal lips. Holly was changing, her breasts vanishing into hard pectoral muscles, a six pack of abs. Her hands becomeing larger, holding him down more readily as the change continued. He felt the penis twitch deep inside his body. It filled him up inside. When Holly's masculine body collided with his, two large breasts jostled up and then recoiled back down. Again Holly drew back and thrust back into him. How could he be seeing sex from this vantage point? The rod plunging into him drove the question from his mind. Like the stretching of a rubber band, something inside him was building. Each new stroke cause it to stretch just a little bit farther. It violently snapped. Machine gun like pleasure shot through him. He heard a womanly moan. He could not believe it. It was coming from him. His body shuddered and tensed, while his vagina pulsed. Deep inside his bowels he felt cum spurt into him for the first time. Holly gave one last thrust and emptied her magical load inside him. It spread through his body tingling every part of him. Holly released Daniel's legs. She now appeared as a brawny man. He was now a petite woman lying meekly before his ravager. Holly's lips curled up into a cruel smile. Daniel's nightmare obviously wasn't over yet. Daniel rolled and tried to scramble off the bed away from her. But the edge of the bed seemed miles away. When Holly grabbed Daniel's legs, he let out a girlish yelp. The now male fairy climbed on top of him, Daniel contorted his face with an open, gaping mouth. Holly plunged her manhood into Daniel from behind. As he screamed she leaned forward, whispering in his ear. "Maybe I want to keep you." The nightmare seemed to go on forever. III Daniel was cold, and he tried to pull the sheet back over him, but he couldn't find it. Finally he sat up. Something with the sheen of a butterfly wing was before his eyes and he reached up to brush it away. It was hair. A lot of hair. He knelt up, feeling something wavering behind him, and below him... "Oh my god I have tits!" "My you're quick in the morning aren't you?" a voice asked. He spun, something catching on his back as he stared at Holly. She had turned back into a woman, but she was a bit taller than he was now. "So, how do I look now, you little shit? Big enough for you?" She walked over standing over him. "Woman enough for you?" "How? How did I end up your size? How did this happen?" He stared at his body in shock. "You really don't pay attention do you?" Her wings flipped. "Remember what I said? 'Most of the men wandered away and haven't been seen since so we had to find other ways of reproducing'," she repeated with relish. "We found out that maybe one in ten thousand humans can see us as we are. Those can become Fairies if we want them to and can interbreed with us. So we made a little magic with ourselves." She opened her mouth wide, and two fangs seemed to grow down from her upper jaw, then retracted. "If I bite a human being, I can inject venom like a spider. It causes you to shrink." "But why am I a girl fairy?" "To keep the genes in the gene pool," she replied flippantly. "Give yourself a week or so and you'd start wandering like a bloody albatross if we didn't imprint female genes on you." She stood, stretching. "Once you have become my size, I merely do what comes natural with a pair of young beings, and my vaginal secretions causes a sex change in both of us. Then when you've become the female, I repeat the process in reverse if you will, changing myself back. " "But I don't want to be a Fairy!" "Get used to it," she snapped. "I didn't want to be stuck in a bloody jar and ogled by some little git with a magnifying glass either, now did I?" She flipped her wings. "Now unless you want your parents to come in here and kill the odd looking bug in your bed, I suggest we get some flying lessons in and get out of here." "I can't fly! I don't-" There was a whirring sound behind his head, and he turned. A single pair of wings had begun flapping in his distress. "I have wings!" "Of course you do. I said you were a Fairy now, and I didn't just mean size. Now watch me." Her wings blurred, and she lifted up smoothly. "Join me." Unsure he felt his wings begin to flap, then settle into a blur of motion. Slowly he lifted until he was even with her. "Now change the angle a bit, and you fly forward." She demonstrated, and flew across to the desk. Carefully he began the flight. Something caught his eye, and he froze. The instant he did the wings stopped moving, and he plummeted to the floor. It was like falling 8 stories, and he barely had time to scream before he hit the floor with a thump. He heard Holly laughing, and rolled onto his back. He should have been killed in that fall! "Area square rule!" Holly said between giggles. "What?" "You weigh less than an ounce. Air pressure slows you down because you're so small now, so it's like stepping off the third step of a stairway. Mice do it all the time." She leaped, wings still, but landed beside him in a crouch as if she'd merely dropped from a first floor window. Holly was still giggling. "I knew you'd be all right. Takes a really long drop to hurt one of us. But that look of panic was priceless!" He rubbed his naked ass. It might not have injured him but it had still hurt. "Bitch." "Yes I am," Holly answered with a big grin. "Now, back to hover and join me." She lofted back onto the desk, and he followed. The sight that had caught his eyes and caused his fall was now a lot closer. He had a mirror mounted behind the desk, and in it he could see Holly. Beside her was another one, this one naked with only a single pair of wings. Her hair was as multicolored as a Monarch butterfly, Orange and black stripes running across it in a dizzying pattern. He lifted his hand, and the woman repeated the gesture. "Will I stay this way forever?" "Of course not! Young Fairoes are called Pixies, and they grow a second pair of wings when they get pregnant for the first time." "No, I mean like this?" He waved his hands downward. In the mirror the Pixie imitated the movement. "No time to talk. Duck!" Holly dived to the back of the desk, behind his pencil cup. Daniel spun as the door opened, and his father came in. He stared at the bed, then around the room. "Danny? Where are you?" he asked rhetorically. Before the new minted Pixie could shout a hand slapped over his mouth, and he was dragged back out of sight. "You bloody twit! Your father can't see Fairies either! He'll hear you, look at you, and think you're some big bug and if you're lucky he'll only swat you!" They knelt in their concealment as the man walked back out, leaving the door open. "Now, you have a cat, right?" "Yeah, why?" "Dog and cat doors are what we need. I didn't see one." "That's because it's an indoor cat." She sighed, looking heavenward. "Spare me from humans that think nature is at their beck and call." Holly stood up, then drew the X-acto knife from his pencil cup like a spear with a heavy shaft. She took a leap, flying toward the window, and began sawing through the screen. Daniel with nothing else to do flew over beside her. Holly got him to help, slicing through the plastic wire slowly. When it was large enough she pulled the torn screen open, and stepped out on the sloping jamb. Daniel stepped out, then gasped, backing against the screen. It was a two story house, and he suddenly remembered that at four inches tall, a ten foot drop was now 30 times his height. He thought he might survive the fall, but wasn't ready to try it just yet. "Come on, you git. If you can fly heights don't matter." Holly lifted, balancing delicately against the slight morning breeze. "Once we're lower the wind won't bother us." She caught Daniel's hand, dragging him off the ledge. He yelped holding onto her hand with a death grip. Instinctively his wings blurred into motion, and he found himself hovering even with her crotch, flying on his own. She tugged, shifting to forward flight, and they dropped, passing over the fence into the small copse beyond. They flitted between the tree trunks until they landed near a small pond. To him it was a lake now. "We're well out of that," Holly said. "You asked if you'll I stay this way forever?" "Yes." "The venom only lasts a few hours in truth. You could be back to normal size in a while unless..." "Unless what?" Daniel shrieked as he was slammed down onto his face. Something was jammed in his mouth as her hands pinned him face down on his belly. "Mph!" Daniel tried to squirm away from her, but he felt the hands holding his shoulders firmly. He slithered and squirmed in the mud and tried to wrestle against the hands. His thighs made wet slapping sounds as they lifted, dropped, and sank into the mud over and over again. As a boy, he had loved watching women mud-wrestle: he thought their curvaceous bodies looked sexy and alluring rolling around in wet mud; now, however, he had different feelings about the subject. He felt overwhelming humiliation at his predicament and the thought that his new body would probably be a huge turn-on for any man between the ages of 14 and 40 who could see him as he looked now. Nevertheless, he continued to squirm and slither in an attempt to free himself from Holly's grip. Holly captured his hands one by one, holding them behind his back with one hand as she pulled something from a pouch. "Oh no sweetheart...please don't struggle...please save your energy...you're gonna need it." She smiled tenderly, stroking his cheeks. She positioned herself behind him, then pulled, lifting him onto his knees so she was between his calves. She drew out the roll of spider silk binding his hands together. He fought it, but a spider's silk could hold an insect his size, and he was well and truly trapped. Daniel's will to resist began to sag under the weight of his bondage and Holly's unbelievable strength. She leaned over his curvaceous back. "Well, on second thought you can struggle a little. It will really turn me on," she whispered. Seconds later she had used the sticky stuff to anchor his wings to nearby plants as well. "Be right back," she husked, leaping up to move into the forest. Seconds later she was back. "Look at this little beauty." He saw a white grub about a foot and a half long in the hand she shoved before him. "We don't have men, but there are other ways to satisfy a woman's needs as you are about to find out." A hand tied a piece of the thick sticky rope around the inch-long piece of spider silk that linked Daniel's hands together. She pulled the other end of the thick rope up over a low lying branch and pulled it slowly downward. The rope caused Daniel's cuffed wrists to raise up in the air behind him. After a few moments Daniel's arms were completely extended and were pointed directly at the sky. She now had him on his knees; his head was thrust forward, just a few inches off the ground, and his butt was sticking out behind him, leaving his two entry-ways completely defenseless. Then the hands worked on Daniel's thighs and tied them securely apart with the sticky rope. He was now in an extremely vulnerable position; it was uncomfortable and humiliating but not too painful. "Oh yes... now that I've got your hands out of the way and your thighs all taken care of... my hands will be free to work their magic on you, lucky girl." She stepped up before him, and he turned his head looking up. She had removed her clothes, and her body would have been breathtaking if he was still a man. She took the grub, and slid one end into her cunt moaning. "Now you'll see what we use for fun," she joked, moving out of his sight and positioned herself between Daniel's luxurious upper legs and started caressing him. "You see, this little bit of magic only lasts until sundown. That is, unless you have an orgasm as a Pixie." "But I did last night!" "No, that was just part of the spell cycle. If I didn't return sperm into your body, I would have stayed male, and a week from now I'd be dead. But if I fuck you now..." "No!!!" Daniel pleaded. She kneeled in the mud, bent over, and moved her face directly behind his entryways. Despite the cold of early morning, he could feel her warm breath on the insides of his thighs, on the bare flesh on each side of his femininity. He had never felt so vulnerable. Holly nudged her nose up against his crotch, right over his plump labia. She pushed it forward against him and inhaled deeply. "Mm. You're almost ready." She opened her hungry mouth and licked him gently. She inhaled deeply through her nose once more and closed her eyes; the smell pushed her sexual excitement over the edge. She growled again--sounding like an animal-and in one quick, aggressive motion her mouth was on him licking and sucking; teasing the outer folds of his labia; darting across his clit every few seconds to really taunt him; getting him wet, prepared for what she was going to do. Daniel's entire body stiffened in response to Holly's hot mouth; he felt so violated. Holly removed her mouth and inhaled again. She started to pull her face away from his vagina but couldn't. Instead, she stared at Daniel's lips for a few more seconds and then buried her mouth again for another taste. After sucking Daniel and delivering several licks directly to his clit, Holly finally pulled her dripping mouth off him. If Daniel's new body enjoyed the licks, he didn't realize it: he was too scared. He was utterly terrified of Holly. He didn't know what she planned on doing to him, but he thought that whatever it was, it would inevitably end in his death. She had shown her fangs. Would the next dose dissolve his tissues to be sucked out? Holly positioned the tip of the huge grub against Daniel's entrance. The hands on Daniel's body stopped caressing him and held him tightly around his upper-thighs. She inched up and got as close to Daniel as she could. Holly tightened her ass and almost gently nudged the tip of the grub between his lips and pushed it in slowly. She closed her eyes and moaned. Once the tip was in, she thrust her hips forward while she held him tightly for leverage. It was a tight fit, because he was after all virgin, but Holly pushed with incredible power and Daniel was nice and wet from her oral attention, so the thick worm plunged forward, deep into Daniel's warm canal, stretching apart his labia in the process. Now surrounded on all sides by warm flesh, the grub began to move, trying to escape. Daniel gasped as the worm began to almost vibrate within him. He had heard of vibrators, but never expected to feel their effects! Holly stared at him balefully as she nudged the worm farther in. Her hands snaked around Daniel's creamy thighs as the worm went completely home and their pelvises smacked into each other. Daniel made a strange, gasping and sucking sound through his gag as Holly initiated him into the world of female sex. He realized two things at once: he was already wet and his body seemed to like the penetration. A slow tingle crept through his body. He could feel the fine, thin little feminine hairs on his body starting to stand up. Holly cocked her toned hips back and pushed forward firmly. The look on her face didn't soften: it was like she had just stuck a knife into a would-be-mugger. Bound as he was Daniel could do nothing but accept the delivery of her weapon. "Yes, others have taken us as you did. Killed us, stuck pins in their dead bodies and put them in cases. Of course once they discovered that no one could see the Fairy's they had killed, they either never did it again, or started collecting them. We've made those we caught male just to watch them die. But you..." Holly cocked and pumped again...and again...and again. Each thrust was fast, firm and deliberate, yet the pauses between were lengthy. With each few strokes, Daniel felt the arousal in his body increase a notch. The stretching, the penetration, and the wetness were starting to mount their assault on his will to resist. "Umph!" Daniel moaned through his gag. "Oh...I'm sorry...I should have taken off your gag...nobody is going to hear your screams out here or understand them if they did. Besides, your moans of pleasure will really turn me on!" Her hands removed Daniel's gag. He opened his mouth instinctively to scream but a soft seductive moan came out instead. "Now, where were we?" Holly laughed slamming forward. "Oh!" Daniel exclaimed/moaned as Holly pumped the grub into him again. Her thick upper-thighs bumped into his butt firmly as the impromptu dildo went home as far as it could. She ground her hips around in wide circles and then she pulled out. Mud from Daniel's body was now pasted on the thighs of Holly's dew-soaked body. She didn't care. She cocked her hips and ass back and then delivered another firm stroke to Daniel's love canal. "Uh!" he exhaled and tried to wriggle his hips free; he did not want to be subjected to further painful thrusts. The hands on his body tightened even more as Holly pumped him again. "Oh!" he exclaimed again in the perfect little innocent-girl voice. "Yes." Holly slurred the word into a hiss. She bit her lower lip out of passion and pumped him again, and then again. The pauses between her firm strokes were getting shorter each time. Daniel was completely helpless, there was nothing he could do to avoid the assault. "St-to-op!" he begged as Holly pumped him several times in quick succession. The strong thrusts shook his body and made the word "stop" turn into a three syllable word. "Stop what?" Holly mocked continuing he assault, the pace quickening. Her grip on Daniel's body was extremely tight, but her hip and pelvis thrusts had strengthened and were becoming so intense that his body was shaking nonetheless. "I remember wanting to be freed, and you said big deal, remember?" She slammed forward, grinding her crotch into his. "Is this a big enough deal?" Daniel felt the grub plunge into him over and over again. The feeling of his lips separating and tightening in reaction drove home the fact that he was all woman now - as did the feeling of his weighty breasts shaking and jiggling on his chest as he got fucked. Many women would have enjoyed a good solid fuck such as the one Daniel was getting from Holly, but for Daniel it was hardly enjoyable at this point. Being a guy deathly afraid of being thought gay, the fact that he was slithering around in the mud and being fucked at all, even by a woman was both galling and mortifying. The fact that he had been physically overpowered by her and was completely powerless to stop her lustful attacks was equally vexing. And, to top it all, it was moderately painful; his new body was not yet used to such a big, fat instrument being crammed into it. "Ow...uh.!" he exclaimed with each few strokes. Still struggling, he turned his head to the side and looked back at Holly. "I...am... sor..ry..Pu--lee-eezzz...st-to-op!" he begged, looking back and up at her face. He found it hard to talk with the worm going in and out of him with such force; once again his words were broken up into several syllables by Holly's aggressive thrusts. Holly didn't acknowledge his pleas this time, not even to mock him. Instead, she focused on the task at hand. Her eyes and face betrayed her most inner thoughts: pure unbridled desire. It was the same look she had given Daniel earlier, back in his bed. No woman had ever looked at Daniel with such longing, such desire, such animalistic need. All hope faded from Daniel's mind; he now understood that he could not reason with this creature. He had thought of her as a prize, and she was getting her revenge. He could tell by the look on her face that she had no pity for his plight. He knew that no matter what he said she was not going to stop until....until...what? Until he was a Fairy forever. After another few seconds of pointless struggling he surrendered to her compelling embrace. Not that he had much of a choice. Holly immediately sensed his surrender and she purred. Her thrusts slowed down ever-so-slightly becoming almost loving. "Uh!" Daniel responded to each thrust as the fucking continued. "Yes my darling....yes...give in to me...you won't regret it. I'm gonna make you love it...I promise," she said looking into his eye licking her lips out of instinct and not for effect. She picked up the pace and lowered her eyes. She watched Daniel's hips, thighs, and ass as she continued to pump him. Oh after what he'd done to her she was enjoying herself! Then he felt a pair of hands caress his bouncing breasts. The hands squeezed his breasts softly, almost lovingly over and over again. Fingertips slipped down and found his nipples. And that's when everything started to change. The fingertips squeezed his large nipples and rubbed the flesh of the breasts sensuously. Daniel tried to ignore the feeling of his sensitive nipples being fondled, but he couldn't. Within seconds, he felt his nipples grow hard. Then he felt Holly's mouth on his back, biting him playfully despite the fact that he was covered in mud. But the fangs did not pierce him. "Oh.....uh...." he heard himself moaning again in his beautiful female voice. This time, it sounded like there was a bit of pleasure mixed in with the shock and indignation in his voice. And then the dominoes began to fall. Much of Daniel's fear subsided as Holly continued to rock his body with her incessant thrusting. She was going to assimilate him...make him part of her...make him feminine forever. A pleasurable tingling feeling sparked up somewhere inside Daniel. He tried to fight the feeling, but he could not deny that his body was beginning to respond... positively...to his situation. "Oh....mm... Oh yes..." Daniel moaned and moaned. Every moan was sounding more pleasurable by the second. He didn't want to be a woman, but Holly had successfully opened the door to his libido and was now dragging it out into the open where it could be played with, manipulated, controlled, and ultimately conquered by deep penetration and loving caresses. Holly increased the speed of the strokes to a frantic pace; unable to catch his breath, Daniel started panting. As the living dildo continued to push in and slid out, Daniel realized that he was extremely wet. The tingling in his body grew into a warm, steady heat. 'No...please no...' his mind thought. A hand slid up his inner thigh. Fingers traced slowly along the outside of his stretched labia and slid upward into the delicate and sensitive folds that protected his clit. The pleasurable feeling in his crotch intensified dramatically in response. It had now become an itch that had to be scratched. Holly continued to cock her powerful hips and throw them forward. Daniel's moans were now much louder and unmistakably sexual, broken into extra syllables by the relentless thrusts. The pumping was still painful, but the fingers on his clit and his nipples were clearly getting to him. Holly's expert fingers peeled back the tiny hood that protected Daniel's clit. She took his erect clitoris between her thumb and middle finger and began to rub back and forth softly. "Oh!!!" Daniel's voice blurted out. "Yes....it feels good....I know....so good," she whispered. She increased the pace of her hips and the pressure on Daniel's clit at the same time. "And what about this?" Daniel felt his shaking breasts against Holly's warm palm. A magical heat emanated from her hand and into his breasts. It was like two mouths had suddenly fastened themselves on his nipples, and were sucking them frantically. "Oh!" he moaned out in response. The thumb and finger on his clit sped up. The strange, pleasant heat in his crotch increased steadily. He felt like his entire body was holding back an enormous full-body sneeze of some kind. Holly removed her hand from Daniel's clit and brought it around to Daniel's mouth. She slid her middle finger across his lower lip. Before he realized what he was doing, his lips parted and he took the finger in his mouth. When her finger was wet enough, she removed her hand from Daniel's face and nuzzled it between his butt cheeks. He felt his cheeks pried apart. "I'm gonna show you another trick you'll learn to enjoy, darling," Holly teased as she scratched around his asshole, pumped his canal, and heated his breasts with her palm. She placed her wet, slender finger against his tight hole. Slowly, she began to work it in. "Oh!" Daniel moaned in response to the finger. The determined finger pushed in another half-inch. As a result, the pleasurable heat in Daniel's crotch intensified to a level he had never thought to experience before. He was experiencing a seemingly impossible and unimaginable level of erotic pressure-the needle on his personal sexual meter was well into the red zone, slamming the peg in unison to every thrust. Holly pushed the rest of her finger in with one loving thrust, knowing that it would rob him of his masculinity and imprison him in his sumptuous, curvaceous body for the rest of his life. As the finger hit home, Daniel's pleasure became too great. His moans and pants became high-pitched half-squeals separated by deep gasps for breath, as hidden muscles in his love-canal began to spasm and then to ripple in deep, sexually gratifying pulses. The muscles tightened around the dildo and relaxed, tightened and relaxed...over and over again in response to each ripple of his own body. Warmth began to spread up into his body. His clitoris tingled madly and became extremely sensitive. Holly knew this would happen, which is why she had stopped rubbing his clitoris. Letting him enjoy the throes of his first fully female orgasm from the penetration alone. His mind was spinning wildly, overwhelmed with a torrent of emotions and thoughts. Gradually his internal reaction began to slow down and decrease in intensity. Finally, after a minute or so, the rippling muscular contractions subsided completely. He had had his first female orgasm. It was an amazing experience, more intense than anything he had ever imagined. And then the change started. It started deep in Daniel's body and quickly became excruciatingly painful. "What's happening? What's happening to me?" he shrieked. His entire body felt like a giant rubber-band that was stretched to the limit. Holly withdrew the dildo and stroked his body affectionately. "Don't worry darling....it will all be over shortly," she said in a soothing voice. She was right. Seconds later there was a giant snap inside Daniel's body, and then the pain was gone. Daniel had become Dandelion. Holly ripped through the silk tie holding Dandelion's arms up above her head; she also clipped off the silk ties around Dandelion's thighs. Holly quickly removed the bindings from Dandelion's wrists and released her ankles from the ties. Dandelion was now free; well...from her bonds at least. Now that "the fun" was over, Dandelion realized that she was freezing cold and filthy. Her entire body was shivering uncontrollably. Holly helped her up out of the mud and led her into the water. With exquisite care she laved the mud from her, then pulled her back up on the moss and began massaging her lover's shoulders and arms dry with clumps of moss. Holly wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, hands moving slowly up and down her body. Exhausted, Dandelion lowered her head and let the ministrations continue leaning into the hug. After a few moments, Dandelion quickly realized that Holly's touches felt really good, magically warm, and almost therapeutic. Dandelion's breathing finally slowed down and she managed to collect her thoughts. "What are you going to do with me?" Dandelion chattered through clenched teeth in a hushed voice; she was still shivering. "Well.....I need to get you all cleaned up and take you back to my nest." Holly paused for a moment and cracked another vulpine smile. Dandelion was too tired to understand and couldn't think. She said nothing in response. "Come now dear Dandelion, let's get you indoors," Holly said. She took one of Dandelion's wrists and held it gently and began walking Dandelion back into the forest. After a moment, they flew hand in hand. There was no resistance in Dandelion at this point. With no way to go back to what she had been, there was no reason to escape. She let Holly lead her through the bright sunlight without a fight or struggle. The nest was an open knothole a full fifty feet up an oak tree. "A squirrel used to live here. But I moved in after she died," Holly whispered, rubbing the tree affectionately. Phosphorescent moss began to glow ahead. There was a short walkway, what he would have called a hall in a house. To the left was what could only be a kitchen. A fireplace with a rock sitting at the bottom, a table, even what looked like a refrigerator. "Why did you do this to me?" she whispered plaintively. Holly took pity on the newly made Pixie. She knelt, pulling her into a hug. Dandelion cried. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I just wanted someone to talk to. To be my friend!" "You can't keep a friend by locking her in a jar!" Holly bit her lip. In a way she had been just as heartless in her treatment of Daniel. She murmured to the girl, "I'm sorry. I was just as mean to you, wasn't I?" She held the girl until Dandelion's sniffles faded. "Are you hungry? How about some berry?" "Well I am hungry. What I'd really like is pancakes with maple syrup." "Well maple syrup is easy enough but we're out of flour." Holly went to what looked like a refrigerator. She rubbed the front, and it opened with a blast of cold air. She bent over giving him an excellent view of her firm thighs and the vee of her legs. Then she stood, turning. In her hands was a tray large enough to hold a turkey. On it, with a slice cut out of it, was a blueberry as large as his head. "That's impossible!" "What?" She looked at her, then at the berry, chuckling. "Have you considered how big you are now?" She set the platter on the table, pulling a copper knife. "I'll make a deal with you. Tonight I will get us some flour, and we will make you pancakes for your first breakfast as a Pixie tomorrow." She took the plate Holly handed her, the slice of berry almost covering it. "But what will I wear? Where will I live?" "You silly." Holly leaned forward, lips brushing Dandelion's. When they did she felt a jolt of warmth in her crotch. "If you want you can stay here. And as for clothes..." Holly grinned. "You won't be needing them just yet." IV Alyssum set the seeds and the limp body of a dime shrew she had caught down on the table. It had once been part of the tree, but careful carving left it standing when the nest had been made. She cocked her head, moving back toward the bedrooms. It sounded like it was coming from Holly's bedroom. The room appeared to be a cell and was lit by large soft blue glowing lamps of moss in the corners. The only piece of furniture in the room was a large square bed. The bed did not have a frame: The matress of soft down sat directly on the floor in the middle of the room. Two completely naked Fairies were on top of the bed locked in a passionate embrace: one was lying on her back with her legs spread wide apart and her arms together above her head, the other was between the first woman's thighs, pounding her with a strap-on dildo. The Pixie on the bottom was moaning like she was giving birth. Her entire body rocked back in forth each time her lover thrust into her. She was pretty and had a lovely body. Her long hair was soaked with sweat, as was her entire body, and her face was beyond flushed. Nevertheless, she looked like she was trying to conceal her obvious enjoyment: her enjoyment from the amazing onslaught of caresses, kisses, and ferocious thrusts that were being delivered to her body by her seemingly tireless lover. She was moving her hips and pelvis toward her lover in subtle-but clearly purposeful-little movements, timing it so that their bodies would move toward each other and bump harshly together on every third or fourth stroke. "Do you love it?" Holly purred. Her body was incredibly lithe: she bent over, slid her arms underneath her lover's upper back and grabbed her shoulders for leverage. Then she started kissing her lover on the mouth, and continued to pound her with the dildo at the same time. She smothered her lover with a string of long, passionate open-mouthed kisses as their pelvises bumped into each other and their sweaty breasts pressed against each other. "Mm...oh!!! Uh!!" The woman on the bottom continued to moan as her lover kissed and pumped. The long, wide dildo, a wooden one this time, slid in and out of her soaking canal repetitively, quickly, easily. She bit her lower lip and managed to quiet her moans down in an act of suppression; the moans turned into deep breaths through her nose and biting her lip. Nevertheless, every few strokes she couldn't stop herself and let out an unintentional deep-throated moan: moans which seemed to please and further provoke her lover. Alyssum leaned against the wood of the carved door frame. She had never watched Holly in action from this point of view. Usually she was the one getting fucked like this new girl. She hoped it was a new convert. That meant she could stay here rather than trying to find another place to live. Break ups were so painful. After several minutes of clit-tingling kissing, the woman on top started talking between kisses. "I know you love this. Love sex. I knew it the moment we met I could see it in your face I could hear it in your thoughts the way you couldn't stop thinking about me even if I was only four inches tall. Don't you worry, I'll give you all the sex you'll ever need." With this last statement, the woman on the bottom looked flustered. It was as if she was desperately fighting against some sort of hidden, powerful urge deep inside herself. She started thrashing her head back and forth from side to side as if she were trying to avoid her lover's kiss but her hands stayed above her head. The woman on top followed her movements with amazing precision, and kept kissing her mouth. Alyssum sighed, and Holly looked around. She cocked her head toward the girl below her as if to say 'want some?'. Alyssum shook her head. made a motion with her hands as if stirring something, but didn't leave yet as Holly kept fucking her new lover. "Why are you trying to avoid my kisses darling...are they distracting you?" she asked in a seductive moan. The woman on the bottom suppressed her moans as well as she could, but she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to pretend for much longer, and that the stifled, breathless moans would soon turn into a string of deep throated gasps. The supernatural sex and the endless kissing went on and on and the woman on the bottom continued to writhe under the endless wave of caresses sliding dildo and kisses none of which she really tried to avoid. Alyssum watched the woman's pretty, sexy face intently as she got fucked. Her emotions revealed that she was caught somewhere between pleasure and mental anguish-and that she was still trying to suppress something. Alyssum's heart leaped with joy. Obviously this was a new convert. They always had that homophobic reaction, unwilling to admit that they were getting fucked and enjoying it rather than the other way around. But Holly was emphatically determined to bring out whatever emotion the woman was attempting to hide, and had centuries of experience. She was methodical, relentless, insatiable and wore her lover down steadily. Thus, eventually there was a noticeable change in the demeanor of the woman on the bottom. A conscious surrender perhaps? It was as if she had finally come to some sort of inner peace. She stopped thrashing her head back and forth and took her lover's kisses head on. Her moans became louder and less reserved. Her hands slowly dropped down to her lover's neck, back, and finally her butt and pulling her in, encouraging harder deeper strokes. She was beginning to participate in a much more active manner. The woman on top noticed immediately and smiled. "Oh my. Yes my love...yes," Holly whispered, "give in to your obsession, give me your body and soul." The woman on the bottom was now kissing back for all she was worth. As if she were trying to suck the breath out of her powerful lover and was thrusting her hips and pelvis forward to meet every one of her lover's forward motions. Her lover slowed down the pace to ensure that they would meet head on for every thrust. Their rhythm became perfect. As much fun as it was, watching wasn't getting dinner done. Alyssum pulled out one of the copper pots, and magically softened the single grass seed and wild bean before she diced them up. Pouring the chunks into the water, she stripped the skin off the shrew with magic (which helped a lot when it came to cleaning) rubbing the inside with a fist sized chunk of rock salt, then rolled it up. She cleaned the carcass, chopping up some of the organs and shoulder, sliding the offal onto a leaf for disposal, placing the remainder of the animal in the magical cold box. Enough for another meal there for three. She rubbed the stone in the fireplace, and it warmed up. It was insulated from the tree by a clay hearthstone, so it wouldn't harm their home. The pot would take an hour or more to simmer, so she walked out on the small branch to stare at the forest around her. Well Holly had found someone new. Part of her had hoped they would have lasted forever, but two centuries was a good run for any relationship, especially among Fairy-kind. Alyssum flew down from the nest. After a quick search, she found a small pool of water reflecting sunlight in a tiny clearing. She stepped out into the sunlight and inspected herself. She was not as big busted as the girl being worked over above was, but a snap of her fingers gave her tits that would have been a danger in flight. She giggled, and they settled back down to the C cup she normally had. Her clothing was leather as most of the Fairy wore. Her corset and panties had been dyed a pale yellow. Cotton wool flax and silk could still be used as cloth, and a single cotton ball would make her three outfits if she was so inclined. But leather was easy to work, and lasted a long time. Besides, cloth required the animals or plants that supplied it. Here near the Pacific coast, they made do with some spider silk and wool from Mountain sheep farther North, Which they traded east for the cloth spun and woven by others, since there wasn't anyone here with a loom. She knelt, looking at her face in the water. White hair with flecks of green like the plant of her name, a rounder face than the average normal Fairy. She remembered that drunk human in New York years ago, that had seen her just this way, kneeling over a pond. They still had his drawing on a beer logo if she had heard right. Back when her name had been Morgan and she'd still been a normal human, she had lusted after a girl with a body like the one she saw in her reflection. Then he had fallen afoul of first Acanthus then Holly, and this is what she had become each time. She wondered for a moment; when a human became one of the Fairy did they become the type of woman they desired the most? She'd have to ask the Elders that sometime. She was one of the rarity of Pixie kind. Someone born human sized that had become Fairy more than once. She had found Acanthus in the garden of an inn near Yorktown right after the battle of 1783, and rescued her from the hounds that had trapped her. Acanthus had changed that shy young man for breeding. She had allowed him to return to human form afterward, leaving him sure he had been dreaming. But something about Fairy life had resonated in the heart of the small time actor he had once been. Years had been spent trying to find another Fairy, and when he'd met Holly, he had literally begged her to allow him to stay forever. They had raised two of Holly's children together, both little girls had moved on when they reached age of consent, which was only sixteen for Fairy-kind. The usual reason for converting humans into female Fairy was because the newly gravid mother lost a lot of her magical capability, and needed someone to hunt for her. So the newly minted Fairy would fill that role usually. The new girl was considered by everyone as a Pixie as if she had been born one. According to Fairy law she could be seduced, but had to give herself willingly among themselves. Rape was more harshly punished than it was under human law. There weren't enough of them as it was without injuring each other. Even the few males they happened upon were treated well. They didn't tend to survive long enough to be a burden or danger anyway. For Alyssum and soon for this new girl it also meant she could become a full fledged Fairy if she found a man to seduce. Alyssum felt an urge and grimaced. Her body was on a cycle as was any female body (only more so among Fairy), and right now she seriously hungered for a touch that wasn't another of Fairy kind. Something that would fill her needy void, but be flesh that would spray into her as a man might. It was a burden to deal with because there weren't enough human males to supply their needs. Two centuries ago she would have been appalled by her now automatic reaction. But having someone fuck your brains out every chance they got for that same time period will change anyone's perspective on what was fun sexually. That and feeling the same hunger for three days every month for 200 years. She sniffed, smelling the musk of a mouse. She searched around, finding the field mouse's hole. Shrinking herself to only two inches long, she slipped back into the burrow. It was a young male, asleep in the heat of the day and she grinned. Taking a small pack of fairy dust, she blew some of it into his face. He snorted, coming awake, and she grabbed his erecting flesh. He sighed, allowing the t