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One enchanted Evening... Dandelion flew alongside the Queen toward the national forest. "It's so beautiful from up here." She sighed. "Yes. But the smog is murder," the Queen replied. They skimmed over a freeway, and entered the depths of the forest. Here, without the taint of man, it was a wonderland Dandelion would have never imagined. The few Fairy he had seen were multiplied fourfold. They danced, and in some places he saw two light merge, pulsing. She asked about the phenomenon. "When we kiss, and our passion rise, our lights burn brighter. We ourselves do not notice, except for the heat in our loins. But those below would see it all the same. Here." She paused in flight, drawing the smaller woman to her. Their lips touched, and Dandelion whimpered at the sudden feeling in her loins. "Now if I do this..." The Queen's hand dropped to her thighs, sliding between the legs. Far below, a pair of lights brightened, then one seemed to explode in color before fading. Dandelion felt her nails biting into the Queen's shoulders. "I never thought it could feel this way." "We are sensual creatures my dear. More so than the most devout human hedonist." She brushed her lips against Dandelion's, drawing another whimper. "Come." They supped together. Dandelion had been almost cloistered in comparison to the average Fairy. He had never considered the sensuality of food and eating it. "May I ask a couple of questions?" The queen poured. "Morning Glory nectar wine. Try some. What do you wish to know?" "Where did you get this?" 'This' was a perfectly to scale doll house that looked like Versailles. They were in a dining room, sitting in chairs the right size, with a table, place settings, and silverware all of the same exact size. "One of my converts was French. He became enamored of the French Fairy Queen at the time, and made this for her with the help of our own people at the time. When the terror began we had humans that helped us smuggle it out." She raised her glass. "That is how I came to your land." "But there are Fairies everywhere, aren't there?" "Most of the ones who live here came from Europe, though some came from Africa. About a century and a half ago some came from Asia. Most of the racial variations you have seen is actually the converts and our children. We are spread about, yes." Her finger ran along the edge of the glass. "But each year there are fewer. Once there were a hundred thousand in what you call southern California. Now?" She shrugged. "Did they...die?" "A lot did. Humans rip up our homes for developments. That is why we try to settle in these national forests here. There are some like them in Europe and Asia. Places that have been left alone so the people remember." "Come. Do you have a more cheerful question?" "I don't know." She asked, "Your Grace, why does everyone dress like a Character out of an issue of the Bondage Fairies?" The Queen laughed, a sweet high sound that brought a bubble of enjoyment to the young Pixie. "You see us in the late spring and early summer, my sweet. In Autumn we dress a little more for warmth, and in some places winter means hibernation or furs. You see..." She poured more wine. "We don't have to deal with PETA." They drained their cups, and went into a spacious bedroom. "A duplicate of the very one that Louis the Sun King lay," the Queen said proudly. She turned the girl around, and delicate fingers dropped Dandelion's clothing to the floor. Dandelion reached out, but the Queen caught her hands. "No, my love. I shall undress you first, then pleasure you. When I am done, you shall pleasure me, and then we shall pleasure each other." She drew the boots off the girl, pushing her up onto the silk bedspread. Her mouth dropped to Dandelion's thighs, and her tongue licked delicately. It was as if someone had hit her with a cattle-prod. She felt a rippling of energy flowing, and opened slit eyes. The energy was the moonlight, feeling like water running over her skin. Then her eyes closed tightly as the mouth captured her clit. 'Bathe in moonlight,' the queen had said. She came, head shaking as the orgasm rolled over and over like the tide. Then the Queen slid up beside her, the taste of her own wetness on the Queen's lips. She removed the clothes reverently and bent to return the same embrace, tongue plunging into the moist abyss. 'And drink from the flower that is always sweet,' she murmured. And then there were three... Alyssum and her cadre flew like a miniature flight of bombers or geese in the darkness. They watched for owls and nighthawks, both of whom might try to catch and eat them. The town flowed below them like a diorama, the thin lines of the railroad tracks invisible in the night. But each of the Fairy had been in the area before, so they knew their destination. "Look," Rose said, pointing. In the distance, they could see a campfire. The Pixies hovered, conferring. Then they began flying forward again, dropping lower. Here there were other dangers. Branches could clip them from flight like barrage balloons. There were foxes and feral dogs and cats to contend with as well. The fire came closer, and they could see the small group of humans clustered around it, more for camaraderie than warmth. They landed on a branch above the smoke, looking at their quarry. There were three of them, looking as you might expect a group of hobos to look. "Who goes first?" Xanthium asked. "Well we could go alphabetically," Alyssum said with a smile. "Or by age," Rose said. She was almost five hundred, a century older than her closest rival. "How about rock paper scissors?" Clematis offered. "We go in pairs, the winner steps over there." She pointed toward a spot near by. "The losers go again, and the winner of that pair goes again with the one of us that didn't go before. That leaves us three. Then a pair of them goes, and the losers goes again with the one not chosen." "Agreed?" Alyssum asked. They quickly went through the drill. Clematis lost to Xanthium, who lost to Rose. Alyssum won over Dayflower, and won again against Rose. "All right," the losing Pixies grumbled. "But what if there is more than one?" "Then Rose is next," Alyssum said firmly. "Then Xanthium." "Agreed." Alyssum flitted down, staying out of the fire light. The men were an odd mixture. One man in his early sixties, another in his late forties, and the last was barely in his teens. She wondered what manner of society would cast off such people. ***** Rob grumbled, stirring the Mulligan stew. "'Bout ready," he husked. The others, Tony and Sam merely nodded. Talk wasn't a big thing to them. Each took out the cleaned tin cans they used for bowls, along with the spoons or forks they had. Rob looked up, and froze. "What is it, Rob?" Sam asked. He fondled the knife he carried, looking toward the forest. "Thought I saw something," Rob replied. "Big ass bug." He flushed. If he'd said he thought he saw a woman with wings only four inches tall, Sam would have laughed at him. Told him to stop drinking sterno. He dished out the stew, and they sat back to eat in companionable silence. "What was that?" Tony asked. The others looked that way, but saw nothing. "What did you see?" Sam asked. As the youngest of the group, Tony was least willing to admit what he thought he saw. "Just a bug," he said, leaning closer to his food. ***** Alyssum lifted back up to where the others waited. "I think two of them really saw me." "But they didn't say they saw a Fairy. Only some bug," Clematis argued. Alyssum looked at her pityingly. "I was human once, remember? If I had run around telling people that I saw a Fairy back when I was still human they would have locked me in Bedlam." "Bedlam?" "Think of a prison where your only crime is being or being thought crazy. Locked in dark places and treated like an animal until you died in your own filth." The girls shivered in horror. Alyssum leaned forward, hands on one knee. "I am going to try to see if the last one can see us. If not, it looks like Rose and I get our chance tonight." She lifted off, flying down again. She had merely flitted just outside of the firelight itself before. This time she hovered almost directly in Bret's view. He didn't seem to notice her. Rob to his right, however, watched her like a hawk. She blew him a kiss, and drifted backwards out of the light. She laughed, and two of the men looked toward her. "Did you hear someone laughing?" Tony asked. "Nope," Sam replied, digging into his can for more. He motioned, and Rob nodded absently as he helped himself to more. Alyssum flew back up. "Either he doesn't see me, or he's a sly dog lying to us with his words." She looked at Rose. "All right, darling. Which one?" "The young one," she said. Alyssum expected it. With their bodies always youthful the average Fairy merely assumed that younger was better. But as someone who had lived almost fifty years as a human Alyssum knew better. Her target may have looked as old as she had been, but that didn't mean he was sterile. They planned their approach carefully. They couldn't just fly down into the open with someone who couldn't see them down there. Too many Fairy through the centuries had been swatted as bugs. But if they could draw their quarry away... "Maybe we can wait until they're all asleep?" Rose asked. "Better to make sure they are far enough apart that they can't see," Alyssum replied. She pointed at a number of spots where they could sit in plain view yet be far enough that they might be concealed, and the pair dived down, separating. The others flew around the edges of the light, watching for dangers. Rob watched as the same girl he had thought he'd seen settled down on a branch directly before him just at the edge or the light. She seemed to be watching him. "Getting on night," Sam said. "Best we settle in for some shut eye." "Yeah." Rob looked at them. "Going to take a leak," he said, standing. He walked down the trail toward the trestle. To his right something flitted past. He reached the darkness, and unzipped. Closing his eyes, he let his bladder empty. When his eyes opened, the girl was right there hovering about five feet from him. "I don't believe it," he whispered. "What?" Alyssum replied in a whisper. "That I am a Fairy, or that you're pissing on your shoes?" He leaped back, fumbling with himself. She merely floated closer, wings blurring. "Are you real?" "As real as you are." She moved to the side, settling down in a sapling like a kid climbing the village oak. "Here let me touch your hand to prove it to you." He reached out, wary. She leaned forward, running a finger down his. Then she clasped the digit between both of her hands. "Satisfied?" "I guess." He pulled back, it hadn't felt like an insect. It felt like real flesh. "Not many of your kind can see us, you know." "Is that a fact?" "The youngest one back there could, but the other one, he didn't." "Maybe because of his eyes," Ron said. "Known him a long time. He's almost blind." "Ah." She nodded sagely. "Would you be willing to help me?" "How? Got a mole or bat you need killed?" She grinned. "No. It's just we don't have men of our own, and we need human men to breed." "Huh?" He looked at her, then at himself. "Don't think it would fit." "Oh I can make it fit if you are willing to trust me." She looked back toward the fire. "But we have to wait until the others are asleep." "Won't be long. Sam sleeps like the dead after he's eaten." "Sam?" "The one who didn't see you." "And the other?" "Tony. He's still a bit nervous. He'll move off. I think the kid was hurt bad by his parents." "If he's willing, he can go where they will never find him." "You got your own fairyland?" "Heavens no. Our world is this one. Only to us it's much larger." "You said he saw you?" "Yes. Another of us will introduce herself if he is willing." "Maybe I should talk to him first?" "Would it help?" "Maybe. And I can talk to Sam too. Maybe he did see you." He checked his fly. "I'll lay out over yonder when I'm done." "And I will let Rose know so she doesn't frighten him." With that she shot straight up and away. Ron walked back to the fire. ***** For the first time in his life, Tony felt at peace. But he still watched the two older men warily. His father had been abusive, beating him every time he opened his mouth wrong. Giving him lip he said. But a couple of years ago, it had become... strange. One evening his dad had come in, drunk as hell, to find his wife out. He'd known that she had to work, but still she wasn't there yet, and the dinner hadn't been made. He'd demanded that Tony cook. Right in the middle of it he stormed out of the room, bringing back one of his mother's dresses, and forced him to wear it while making the meal. He'd called Tony the little bitch that night. From then on he was expected to be dressed and dinner ready. Then a month after that first incident, his dad had come in, drunk as hell again. He'd raped the boy, shoving himself into his mouth and ass. He'd bled for a week. The rapes continued, with threats that he'd kill the boy if he told anyone. Finally he had run away. This was the first place he'd stopped where there were other people in the last month. Rob came back with a thoughtful expression. "Tony, I think I have a place you can be safe." "What do you mean?" The teen looked terrified. "Here." Rob took out his belt knife, handing it to the boy. "We'll just go over there and talk. Don't want to disturb Sam, and we'll be in view. I try anything, you can stick me." Wary, Tony rose to his feet, the sheathed knife in his hands. They stopped far enough away to know that Sam wouldn't hear them. "All right, what do you want? Do you want to..." The boy was near tears. "No, kid. Nothing of the kind. A lot of young uns that have been hurt run away. You ain't the first or the last. We watch over 'em when we can. There are mean uns running out there with us, but we have a code of honor. If I'd thought Sam was the kind to force you, I wouldn't have let you get near the fire. If I was he would have found someway to get you to leave. If we were both that way, you'd already be tied to a tree. "Right down there about fifty yards is a culvert. It was half full of trash last time I looked but it's dry and will be unless we have a really bad storm. Best though, no one can sneak up on you. It's a bit of a climb and the slope is all loose gravel. Anyone walks on it, you'll know it. "Now I have only one question. Did you see the Fairy?" "What?" "Fairy," he repeated, holding his hands about four inches apart vertically. "Bout that size, wearing yellow?" "You... You saw her?" "Yep. Spoke with her too. They need our help, and one of them will talk with you tonight. So get to bed." He turned, and tree paces away. "If I'm just an old lunatic, you can return my knife tomorrow. If I'm right, you won't need it." ***** Sam looked up, grunting as Rob returned. "Hate em when they're new like that," he grumbled. "Always thinking you're going to kill them or worse." Rob knelt. "Sam have I ever lied to you?" Sam considered. "Yep. You told me you had salt back in '01. Then the beer you said you didn't have in '04." "I mean something really important." "Beer isn't important?" "I thought I saw something. Heard something..." "A girl laughing, high pitched and close." Sam looked up. "May not be able to see worth a damn past arm's length, but nothing wrong with my ears." Rob leaned forward. "It was a Fairy." "What, a little winged girl type?" Sam chuckled. "Thought I saw one of them back in '96, but I was drinking more then." "Will you promise me something?" Rob asked. "As long as I hear what I'm swearing to first." "If you see another Fairy tonight. Try talking with her." "An easy promise." Rob picked up his bindle, and moved away from the fire. Sam looked around, shivered a bit, and rolled out his blanket. "Nervous?" a soft voice asked. He looked to his right. A vision with lavender hair in a tight green outfit sat there beside his face. "Who're you?" "My name is Xanthium." "You a Fairy?" "Well until we've borne children they call us Pixies, but yes." "My friend wanted to make sure I would talk if one of you came by." "Ah yes. Rob. My friend is with him now." "With him?" "Our kind needs human seed to reproduce," the girl told him. "But only those who can see us can supply it." "Old as I am, I don't think I can," Sam admitted. "Well nigh on 60 now." "What does age have to do with it?" she asked brightly. "I'm 165." "Well preserved," he said sarcastically. "We don't age like your kind do," Xanthium replied. "We can live forever if we avoid being killed." "That so?" Sam rolled over to face her. "That is so," she said. "If you are willing, I can gain your seed, and produce a baby." "And how we going to do that?" he asked. "Artificial insemination?" "Artificial insemination?" Her pronunciation made it eight words instead of two. She looked confused. "This means what?" "Old technique they use for horses and cows. Use a turkey baster full of seed and zip!" He mimicked shoving it in and squeezing the bulb. "Oh no." She shook her head. "I mean to take it directly if you will let me." "And how are you going to fit it in?" "With magic of course," she replied artlessly. "Magic. Pull the other one, it's got bells on." "The other what?" "Old expression. How are you going to use magic?" She opened her mouth, and short fangs appeared. "When we bite a human that can see us, it causes them to shrink. If they are men, they become for a brief time a Fairy such as we are, only male. We can then make love, and when your seed enters me, you will briefly take our form." She waved at her body. "And I will become male. I then return the equivalent of your seed. Less than a day later, you return to your form and I go on to bear the child." "What if I didn't want to?" "We would take the seed if that was our only alternative. It is easy to sprinkle a bit of fairy dust in your eyes, and you would sleep through the next day unknowing. I would have my seed, and you would have a dream." She sobbed. "Alyssum thought if we asked, your kind would be more willing to help. We are so few in number, human. All told there are perhaps a handful of thousands throughout the world. Would you deny us our chance to exist as a race?" She wiped the tears from her eyes. "There there, little lady. No cause to cry. What do we have to do?" "First I must get you erect." She waved when he started to roll over. "No, not standing. Ready for sex." "As old as I am, that might be a problem." "Not for us." She flitted up, hovering over his face. "Loosen your clothing down there. It will make it easier." He unzipped, lowering his pants with a bemused expression. She dropped to stand on his thigh, running her hand down his limp member like she was stroking a cat. "So long," she whispered. "So long I have waited for this day." She looked up. She bent, her tongue licking the side of it. "If you cannot become erect, I will have to use the Fairy dust. But perhaps..." She slid down, her hands running across the tip of the member, then her mouth came down, biting gently. It flinched. "Ah, it just needs some loving attention." ***** Rob settled down, laying out his blanket. The night was warm, and he might need it later, but right now it was sultry. A small flash of light rushed toward him, and Alyssum was there, fluttering near his face. "Now three of us have a chance." She bowed her head. "I remember how it feels to be thought mad. I saw a Fairy when I was as young as the other of your kind who saw us. I searched my lifetime until I found another." "You were human?" "Technically we are still human, merely smaller ones," she replied. "But if the human we have converted for the night is willing, they can become one of us forever." She landed before him. "That is why I said we could take your young friend where no one will ever hurt him. We have the normal hazards of life as do you, but we rarely prey upon each other. There is more than enough world for us to share without that." "Sounds wonderful." "Oh it is, my large friend. If you wished, I could take you there before you change back." "Change back from what?" She explained the process. "...So then you become for less than a day a female Fairy as I am now. In the time you are still a Fairy we can go to my home, and we can return here so you can return to your normal form." "What if I want to stay a fairy?" "We can make love again. If you have an orgasm as a Fairy, the change is permenant." "But what about the sex? I turn into a woman then, and you make love to me?" "No, that is part of the magical process. It is necessary to return me to female form." "So how do we do this?" "Well I think we get undressed first," she said with a deadpan expression. He slipped out of his clothes. He was already partially erect, and she flew over, touching him delicately. Then she looked up. "If you were asleep, I could guarantee there would be no pain. But as you are not I must warn you there will be a bit. I have to bite you, and inject a serum to start the process." "As long as it doesn't hurt too much." She smiled, then leaned down, biting him on one of the veins of his cock. ***** Tony rolled into a fetal ball, head toward the entrance to his cave, the sheathed knife in his hands. He was tired of being scared, tired of living. There was a humming sound like a dragonfly, and he looked toward the entrance of the concrete cave he was in. A figure floated in midair there. Rose had bright red hair, and her clothing was a delicate shade of a deeper red. She settled to the ground out of arms reach. "You are called Tony?" she said. "I am Rose." Tony rolled over, filled with a sense of wonder he had thought beaten and fucked out of him. He lay on his stomach, looking at the tiny woman. She motioned, and suddenly she was seven inches tall instead of four. "Can you see me better now?" "Yeah." He looked at her, wanting to stroke that hair. "I didn't think Fairies were real." "We are," she said firmly. "I was told by Alyssum that you have been hurt by those who should protect you. That you have fled your home." "Don't want to talk about it," he muttered, moving farther back in the culvert. "What would you say if I told you I can take you somewhere no one will harm you, that those who might hunt for you will never find you ever." "What, wave a magic wand and I disappear?" She explained, telling him of her people, and their society. His eyes widened, and he listened raptly. "But I have to stop being a man," he said. "Become a female Fairy?" "Sadly yes." She sat cross-legged. "We do not know why but male Fairies become... stupid. They do not take precautions, they need to be cared for as if they were babies. If it is not right in front of them they cannot even feed themselves. Without that support they die. Picture someone my size who is a baby in his mind. He wanders off, he gets killed. While we go on. "That is why we must take the seed of ones such as you that can see us. It keeps our race alive. But if we continue the process, I make love to you, woman to woman, you can become one of us. "But..." He shivered. "I've been fucked before. I didn't like it." In sobbing words he told his story. He didn't see what he had expected; disgust. Instead he saw sorrow and pity. "Oh you poor dear sweet boy, women tend to be gentle, and a man who truly loves a woman does not force it from her. While I am briefly a man, I will treat you as a woman should be. If you become Fairy, I will be as gentle as you would wish. Or you can find another to treat you as you wish. Is it not a saying in the place called China that 'with true love, you hold with open hands'?" "Yeah." He looked at her. "What do I have to do? ***** Sam was watching in amazement as the world seemed to grow away from him. Xanthium was now about two feet tall to him, and his clothes had become a pile the size of a massive giant. She continued to play with him and lick him, eyes on his face. She bit him again, and he could almost see the process speeding up. Her pair of wings had folded, and he reached out in wonder as he brushed them gently. They flittered, then lay still. She was now over three feet tall, and her hands rode up and down his erection, her tongue flicking across the head. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman, he almost came in her mouth. Not since Min when he was in the Nam. Now she was over four feet tall, her hands moving over his body, reaching up to touch his neck. She began kissing his stomach, licking the nipples she could now reach. They began to match in height, and he noticed that his body had grown younger, like he had been when he had answered his nation's call all of those years ago. The call that had destroyed him, made him a drifter unable or unwilling to deal with human society. Now her arms were around his neck, her head craning up to look at him. If they had been normal sized he would have judged her to be five-six or seven. He would be his normal six even. She stood on tiptoe, kissing his mouth hungrily. "The wings are a bit painful, but it is over quickly," she whispered. He felt as if his back had been ripped open. Like the mortar shards that had hit him way back when. But then it was over. He looked to his left and right. A pair of wings had sprouted, and were fanning themselves gently dry. Her hand reached down, taking him in hand. "Come, my love. Give this to me as nature intended." She pulled him down, laying below him, eyes entreating. He settled down, gasping as he slid into her. ***** Alyssum had never given a blowjob before, but as a human she had received them, and found that part of her was enjoying the contact. The young male Fairy that Rob had become held her head delicately, groaning as her mouth slid up and down his stiff member. She lifted her head, giving it one last lick. Then she hugged him, rolling on her back. "Please, Rob. Please fuck me. Give me a child I beg you!" He slid into her, and she gasped. "Oh. yes. Harder, deeper!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs wrapping him in a cocoon of her body as she slid up against him, grinding her clit into his pubis. ***** Tony looked at the woman that was now a bit taller than he was. She reached out, gently touching his face. There had been pain when the wings had unfurled, but compared to home it was nothing. She leaned forward, kissing him gently, holding his face as if he were a crystal chalice that might shatter. She pulled him to the ground, laying him on his back. He thought the wings might be damaged, but they automatically lay flat and safe. She lay on her side, up on one elbow, looking at him. "If I hurt you at all, let me know," she husked, then her lips dropped to his neck. She kissed her way down his chest, down his stomach, hands running gently ahead of her questing mouth. His hard on was beating against his stomach, and she ran her fingers over it. Then her lips closed on the head. Tony groaned, trying to thrust upward, but she held him down, setting a gentle pace. "I have never done this part before," Rose admitted. "If I do something you like, please tell me." Her mouth came down, and she licked it from root to crown, his body quivering like a bowstring. After a few moments he gasped, "Stop!" Instantly she lifted her head. "Am I causing you pain?" She asked. "No. But if you don't stop I'll come in your mouth." She smiled, and her head dipped won again. "Oh, we have all night my love, and you will be ready again before daylight." She took him in her mouth again, then let it pop out. "This is your first time, true?" He nodded, shaking. "Then I wish it to be an experience you will always remember." She took him deep in her throat. He moaned, hands now holding her down, body stiffening. She felt him spurt into her, filling her mouth with his seed. While part of her raged, she merely swallowed. He softened, and she licked him gently as he did. "No one's ever done that to me," he whispered. She climbed up his body, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Now we wait until you are ready again." She cuddled him, running her hands up and down his body. ***** Sam gasped as he came, feeling Xanthium shudder in her own orgasm. Her nails bit into his back, and he felt her back ripple. He flinched away as another pair of wings emerged. "You must withdraw," she gasped. "It will be painful if you do not." She pushed at him until he slid from her moist depths, and she rolled him on his back. The wings were in the way only a second before they folded away. She looked at the drying wings in wonder, hands running down her stomach. He felt a surge through his body, and it felt as if every part of him was being molded simultaneously. He watched her as her own body seemed to ripple, her face becoming sharper, breasts disappearing into her chest, her clit dropping down and growing until it became a penis. His chest seemed to stretch outward, but only a little. His hips widening, his butt becoming more fleshy. He looked at his hands, which had gone from the rough members he was used to a delicate one. He could feel his hair exploding in a massive spurt of growth, going from the iron gray he had been for a decade to a pale pink in color. "What do I look like?" he asked. She chuckled, a deep tenor sound. She made a motion in the air, a circle of light which became a mirror. He stared at the face in it. "Min?" he asked. "Min?" "A woman I knew years ago. The first woman I ever loved. I look like her now. Only, it isn't her actually," the petite Asian girl mused. "We have wondered when those who were human become as we are. Does a human become their own true love when they do? Tell me. This face is that of Min?" "Yes. But she died over forty years ago." "Then you honor her in your memory. As we will honor you when you return to human form again." The man Xanthium had become lifted a hand, running his fingers through Sam's hair. "Now the next part. I shall be as gentle and loving as you were to me." His lips brushed Sam's cheek. ***** Alyssum screamed as her orgasm hit, feeling Rob's seed flooding her. Her back ripped open, her new wings emerging. She stopped him, pulling away, but still hugging the man. She kissed him, rolling him onto his back, hands caressing. She felt his nipples tighten, the flesh below them rounding out, becoming fuller. Rob, in the midst of his own enjoyment didn't notice the changes yet. Her hand ran down, running over the shrinking penis, feeling him shudder at the touch, her hand gently running over his pelvis until finally a finger slid into the newly formed vagina. Rob stiffened, gasping, his eyes opening. He looked up at the male she had become, his face warring between the pleasure her touch was giving him, and the horror at being in a man's arms. Alyssum rolled on top of him, her mouth dropping to suckle his nipples. His new body reacted, surging up against her, a womanly gasp coming from his lips. The mouth moved down his new body, the tongue flicking like a snake's as it settled lower and lower. He almost screamed as her lips took his newly formed clit, playing gently over it. "Oh god, I... I want." His hands caught her broad shoulders, pulling the transformed woman upward until he felt a nudge in his crotch. He looked down past full breasts to what Alyssum now had to pleasure his new body. Then he gasped as it slid into him. ***** Rose looked up from where her head laid on Tony's chest. "I would say," she squeezed the newly hard member, "That you are ready. Lay there. I will do all the work." She rolled atop him, kissing the boy as she reached down, guiding him into her. He hissed, eyes rolling back as she took him to the hilt. Her hands lay flat on either side of his head, her pelvis touching his as she merely held him, feeling him deep within her. "Finally," she gasped. She dropped lower, her lips brushing his gently. "Are you ready?" "Ready for what?" he gasped. Then the gasp almost became a scream as she began to move, her muscles milking him as she slowly began sliding up and down on his erection. "That feels so wonderful!" he said. His eyes were open and amazed. "I hoped it would be," she said, never stopping her hip movement. "And since you have already come once, this will last much longer." They continued moving together, lips questing, hands touching. He rolled a nipple with his fingers, and she groaned, biting it back as he leaned up, taking it in his mouth. "If your father was able to see Fairy kind I would punish him as we do such monsters." She sighed, kissing his lips. "How...Do...You...Do that?" he gasped. "Remember when I pleasured you with my mouth?" He nodded, lifting his hips to match her rhythm. "If I had stopped there, the transformation would have halted. Without the return, what I will do when you become female, he is trapped as a Fairy male, and can never return to human form. Within minutes he becomes childlike. Within days he dies." "I wish I knew..." "My love, if you become a Fairy, I swear we shall go to where you fled. I swear by all the gods of all humankind both large and small he shall get his just deserts." "What... what if he cannot... see me?" "For that it matters not. Our venom will still shrink him, though his seed would be worthless." She began to speed up, feeling him closer now. "Enough of a monster we shall slay together. Give me a child my love." He came, and she gasped, riding him, her inner muscles fluttering like a hand masturbating him. She slid up and off him as the last spurt entered her, feeling her back rip open. She screamed, and he sat up, hugging her, sobbing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he gasped, holding her to him, crying. "For what my love?" She lifted his head. "Open your eyes. Look at what you have caused." He looked, seeing not one pair of wings on her back, but two. He looked up, seeing the love in her eyes. "You have given me a child. Thank you," she whispered. He saw the face change, and he almost shoved her aside, but she kissed him again, enfolding him in suddenly stronger arms. If anything she was even more gentle as a man than she had been as a woman. He felt his body change, along with the wonder of what her hands lips and tongue did to it. When she entered him, he wanted to cry out with joy. ***** Sam laid beside her, watching he go from man back to woman. Xanthium hugged him, kissing his lips. "How long will I be a woman?" he asked. "Until sunset. The magic fades more slowly for humans than it does for my kind." She leaned up, looking at his face. "I wish I had seen this Min you remembered so well. I would have thanked her for her gentle pains." "What do you mean?" "My dear, it has been long a since you lay with a woman. I could feel it in the urgency of your body. She was your first?" "Yes." He sighed, hands over his eyes. "She was murdered not long after we met." "How?" "It was the war." She looked at him with confusion. "The Vietnam war?" "My love, unless the nation we are in is attacked where we can see it, we do not know of such things. I am sure that if this were that Vietnam," her pronunciation made it three syllables, "we would remember it. I remember a lot of fights, but there has not been a war since before you or I were born." "No wars?" "Silly," she kissed him again. "Humans of your size have wars. We do not. There is food enough and room enough that you can merely travel somewhere else if someone is foolish enough the try. "When your kind fight, however it is frightening, or so I am told. Weapons that kill anything in their path and care not who they slay. The younger ones, those from the East and South of this land have told us of it. We pray that it never comes here." "I went there because I honestly believed it would come here," Sam said softly. "I was lied to. We didn't even have a reason for being there!" Sam looked up, the gentle Asian face wet with tears. "They killed Min because she loved me. Not because she was an enemy, or a threat. Because she loved me!" The little pixie sobbed, feeling the arms of the other encircle her. "So much pain. If I could I would take it all from you and throw it away." Xanthium kissed the long hair. It had continued growing until it reached the pert bottom he now had. "If I go back." He looked away. "It will be like it was before. Wandering because I don't belong. Looking for love with this face in my mind every second. Being old again." Xanthium bit her lip. "Or... "Or what?" "I can make love to you again as we are now," Xanthium told him. "If you have another orgasm, you will become Fairy as I am." Her hand touched his face. "You can belong again. With someone who will love the face of Min as she deserved." Sam looked at her, then his hand rose, pulling Xanthium into him for another deeper kiss. ***** Tony sighed, stretching with contentment. His new body was a puzzle. He had seen it somewhere before, or most of it at least. "I wonder what I look like?" he mused. Rose made a motion, and the magic mirror glowed in the darkness. Tony leaned up, looking at the chocolate face in it, the long flowing hot pink hair. "Oh my god. I look like Toni Braxton!" Rose looked confused, and he told her. "Except for the hair color." "You find her attractive?" "Oh, yeah. I always fantasized about getting under her skirt." He looked down, and giggled. "In a way I think I did." Rose smiled gently. "Yes, my young one. Now we spoke of it before, and now I will again. You can keep the body you have. Or you can return to normal human form again when the sun sets this upcoming night. Which would you prefer?" "To never have to be hurt again?" He laughed. "Sign me up!" "It isn't a matter of signing." She pulled his face over, kissing him gently. "It is a matter of loving you again as we are now. Feeding upon the nectar of your lips, and making you scream again with pleasure. Then you will be one of us forever." ***** The sun rose, showing where the campfire had been. Rob stretched, loking down at the sleeping Alyssum beside him. He ran a hand down her flank, and she sighed. "Is it morning already?" "Yep, sleepy head. Where are the others?" "Sam and Xanthium are over there." She waved lazily. "Tony and Rose where you hid him yesternight." "Well I for one am hungry." "Wait!" She sat up. "You asked to see our world! Come, we'll get the others before the day is run!" She dressed. Rob didn't mind being naked, the body he had was so sexy he didn't think he'd want to cover it just yet. They flew across, and Alyssum pointed down toward a pair of female figures curled against each other. They alighted. "Come on sleepy head!" Alyssum called gaily. "There is a whole world to see out there!" "You are noisy in the morning," the Asian Fairy said, leaning up, stretching. "Too damn noisy." "Ah, Sam! Will you go with us to see my world?" "Our world," came the soft reply. "I am Sakura now." He felt his hair. "Cherry Blossom if you don't know Japanese." Alyssum walked over, enfolding the newly minted Pixie as she kissed her. "Welcome Sakura. Be with us forever." Xanthium was getting dressed when rose and a dark skinned beauty joined them. "My sisters, welcome Trillium to our numbers." They greeted the new Pixie, and now the flight of eight Fairies flew across the town. Rob looked down, dodging a pigeon. "Why don't they see us?" he asked. Alyssum explained the glamour they cast. That to most humans they would only be bugs, and not worth mention unless they flitted down into the unsuspecting faces. When they entered the wood the other Fairy gathered, oohing at the new wings displayed. They set a feast, and one of them flew off to bring the queen the news. It was about noon when Rob and Trillium found themselves alone. "Tony-" "No, Rob." She held up a hand. "I am Trillium now. Once I have destroyed the monster that birthed me I will be free to live my life." "I must go home." "Where is that?" "Philly." "Kid we're almost 3500 miles from there. How you going to cross that distance?" "I will do it if it take a year!" "Well, if you and your new lady love will trust me, I can get you there quicker. Fact is, if I had money I could get you there tomorrow." "Money?" a passing Fairy came over. "Why would we need money?" Trillium explained her mission, and Rob explained modern air travel. "If I had a couple of hundred dollars, I could take you in luggage, or sneak you aboard. Then we can contact the Fairy there, find this sumbitch, and you can do him in." The word spread. The Fairy hated those that preyed on their own kind, and were able to find money that had blown or rolled away. They agreed that this was a cause worth being acquisitive about. Alyssum flew back to the hobo jungle with Rob, settling down beside his clothes. "Are you sure?" "Little lady, I'd gut every one who acts like he did personally. And you people need some people who are bigger willing to help at need. Maybe a couple of decades from now I will come back here. Try flying around and drinking nectar." "Alyssum!" A Fairy named Xenia flew up. "We found money, but we need a big one to get it!" Rob looked at her. "Show me." The Fairies flew along the railroad tracks to a deep culvert a few miles away. A body lay there, dead at least ten years to Rob's eyes. There was a metal case clutched in his hands, another a few feet away. Rob flew down, pulling through the clothes until he found some ID. "Columbian." He saw their vacant looks. "A land South of here. Probably came for a drug buy. Or maybe tried to rip one off." He flew over worked the latches, and opened the case that lay farther away. "Yep. Looks like about five keys of Coke." He turned toward the body. "If that's the money from the buy, that would be just under a million dollars." He grinned. "Ladies, I think I can help you with this genetic research. And find a way to guide more people to you."