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Things will be great when we're downtown... When it comes down to it, skid row is a state of mind rather than an actual place. It is where people go to be away from all society, and even there you can't escape it. Where the needle or the smoke or the bottle is your only friend, and everyone else is a blur. Weather is rain falling on you, snow gently covering and freezing you. The sun baking you and night having it's own terrors. During the winter they flock to mental institutions, and commit themselves. The only other choice is to risk the cold and wet, and die. Most bums live only a few years, tragic mayflies that burn out and end up in the morgues. Some, the more resilient, can live for decades if luck is on their side. It is a step above the grave, but not a large step. Frank had been a big man once. Real estate, fancy house, nice cars, trophy wife. Sure he had drunk, to excess admittedly, but he could afford it. He'd pushed that one step too far, bought into a development that fell apart, and took his fortune with it. Without the fortune the cars, the house, even the wife had gone away. His taste in alcohol hadn't dimmed, but his preference had. Decent scotch cost 20 buck a fifth. But a fifth of Night Train or Thunderbird was only about five. When he celebrated, he bought Mogen-David Mad Dog 20/20. The bottle settled onto his chest. Only a taste left, and he wanted to relax into the fuzz before chugging that. He closed his eyes, lost in the feeling. Suddenly something slammed into his head, and he was rammed into the brick wall by the impact. "Told you to get the fuck off our streets," a voice snarled. Local kids. Thought they owned the world. He saw a flash, and the knife blade was in front of his eyes. "Asshole won't listen, we have to persuade him." Part of Frank's mind wanted to just lay there and let it happen. It was the only experience left in a normal life. But part of him snarled. He'd be damned if he'd just lay here and die! He threw his weight back, feeling the kid staggering backwards. He had to walk several miles a day panhandling, so Frank still had powerful legs. He felt the kid smash into the opposite wall, grunting as the bum's weight ground the attacker into it. Then a fist slammed into his stomach, and Frank went down, vomiting. Of course there were more than one. They might be assholes, but they weren't stupid. There was a scream, shouting, the rumble of feet charging from the alley. Frank was in his own world of pain and misery. He ignored it. He heard someone talking. "Are you all right?" the voice asked. He identified it as female, but for the life of him he couldn't see anyone around him. A switchblade lay before his eyes, with blood on it, and he frantically checked, but he hadn't been cut. He looked around. It took him a minute to realize that the voice came from directly in front of him. He wiped the fear sweat from his eyes, and looked again. A woman stood there. Or rather hovered there on gossamer wings. Her hair was the tawny honey of a sunflower. She was dressed in... He laughed, partially in relief, but partially because he couldn't believe his eyes. "I get rescued by a Sword and Sorcery book cover!" he chortled. "I don't understand," the voice replied a bit petulantly. He opened his eyes, and looked at her again. She was wearing what could only be called a fur bikini, and in her hand was a sword that was the right size for a woman only four inches tall. "Never mind. It's just the DTs. Better than pink elephants at least." She looked confused. She slid the sword into a sheath, then held out her hands in a placatory manner. "If you see me, I can tell you that I am real. My sisters and I saved you." She waved around him. He looked, and there were maybe half a dozen of them fluttering about. Each was armed. Some carried bows, but most had swords like the one hovering before him. He sighed, shuddering. "If I were sober, I might think you're real." "So you think I am an illusion." She asked smiling gently. "Hold out your hand." He did so, and she flew up, landing gently on the back, holding his index finger between her thighs. "Can an illusion do this?" She asked. "Depends on how blitzed you are," he replied. "There is not a whole lot more I can do to prove it to you." She sighed. "Will you accept for a moment that I am real?" "You saved my life. It is only fair that I do that much." He felt her lift off again. "But why did you save me?" "We are looking for people like you," she said. "What, drunks?" "Not as such. We need to find those that can see us because they are the only ones we can breed with." "Oh, great!" He began laughing again. "Not only am I saved by the Fairies from hell, but they need men too!" He held his sides, wanting to roll around. "Is the truth that strange to you?" He finally settled down to chuckling. "No. Just it's a fantasy for a lot of guys to be needed." He started to cry. "To be loved. To be wanted." "You are," she said. "If not by humanity, then by us." He thought of the mess he had made of his life. He had let the booze carry him, never noticing that his ?friends' had only been either drinking buddies or those that expected him to produce. His wife had been the same. The sobs finally died, and he looked up. The woman and her friends were still there. "What do you need of me?" "As I said. Your seed will revitalize our race. If you do not to give it to us, we will not demand it. The process is difficult to understand, and might frighten you." He thought of the knife before his eyes. Of a year before when another bum had beaten him half to death for a bag of aluminum cans. Would giving them what they wanted hurt half as much? "I said I owe you, and Frank Palmer always pays his debts." "Pleased to meet you, Frank Palmer. I am Honeysuckle. If you would help then come with us." She flitted a few feet away, and he staggered to his feet, following. He picked up the knife, folded it, and stuck it in a pocket. They led him into one of the old abandoned buildings, up several flights of rickety stairs, into one of the rooms. "We will use this place because of the entire process." "Explain this process to me," he mumbled. "To gain your seed, you must be our size. It is magic, and you will remain our size for about a day. When you are our size, we would mate, then the process briefly makes you female, and we mate again. It is the way of it. If you decide to not join us, you will return to normal size by tomorrow at sunset as a man again. If we left you outside, you could get trampled or smashed, because most humans don't see us." "Join you?" "You could become a Fairy. But if you did, you would be a female as we are. There is no way change that. However a new idea is being taught, and you can continue doing this for us if you remain human." "What, making love to you?" "Not to me specifically. But to those of us that wish children. We cannot supply your every need, but we can find you shelter, protect you from those that might prey upon you, and help you gather what you need to survive." "Maybe I should just settle for the night." "As you wish." "What must I do?" "Have you never made love to a woman before?" He voice was impish. "First you get undressed, then you must have an erection. That is where it is different for us rather than normal humans, because I must bite you and inject a potion that will shrink you. From that point on, it is pretty much what you have done before." He shrugged, sliding out of his pants. She fluttered about him as he began masturbating, then when he was erect, she settled on him. "It will sting just a bit, and more than one bite would make it faster. I am warning you before I go on." "Go for it." The bite was sharp, but not that painful. When he motioned she bent, biting him again and again. The process was so slow he was surprised. It looked to him as if she were growing. It was only when he looked at the walls, felt his clothes become baggy, that he knew it was he that was changing. He fought his way out of the shirt and coat, kicking off the loose shoes, pulling off the now massive socks. She stopped biting him, and now her tongue ran over his erection, her hands holding him like a fleshy four inch sewer line between them. Still he shrank. Soon she could reach up, and kiss his face. He felt revitalized, and- "Wait!" He shook his head. "The alcohol-" "You are no longer drunk. I am sorry, but that is a side effect of what I have done. Do not worry. We will get you something to return the effect tomorrow if that is your wish." She motioned, and four of the women flashed down the stairs. She was now the size of a ten year old, and her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips brushing his. Then she was a firm bundle of female flesh pressing him into the floor. He felt a pain, and she leaned back. "Fairy have wings remember. It will only be a moment." He felt the wings rip out, then unfurl. They were eye to eye, and he was captivated by her. She stood, removing her clothes, then she returned to his lap, the feeling of her moist center a brand on his penis. She kissed him, and he felt himself sink into her. She sighed as he entered her, and her face was blissful. She settled onto him, his balls slapping into her ass, and she shivered in delight. "Oh yes!" she whispered. Then her thighs rippled, and she lifted, sliding up and down him in a movement that was ancient as man himself. He clutched her to her, their lips brushing, felt her muscles clutch at him. It was over too fast. She gasped as he came within her, and then she bit her lip. Below his hands he felt her back rip open, and a second set of wings emerged. She looked at him, kissing him gently as she lifted up off his penis. "This might be disturbing, but it is necessary." "What do you mean?" He felt as if every part of his body was rippling at the same time. Between the third and fourth word he heard the pitch of his voice change, felt hair brushing his shoulders, running down to gently brush his back. His chest bulged, and breasts formed. At the same time, he felt his penis suddenly retract into him. At the same time she was changing, becoming a young man. She looked into his eyes, looking for terror or shock. Then she bent forward, kissing his now slender neck. "Now this is something neither of us has done. Being the opposite sex. But it must be done for you to return." She pushed him gently onto his back, and hands and fingers manipulated his body in ways he had done, but never felt. The passion that had taken him through the first transformation went from a rigid demand to a sudden hunger he had never felt. He accepted the body above him, the entry into what was now his womb, and his cries echoed as she consummated the relationship. The orgasm caught him by surprise, expecting a short sharp blast of semen, but receiving instead a torrent that carried him over and over until he finally collapsed beneath her panting. They kissed, and as they did, he felt her changing again, becoming the woman he had met. She cuddled him, resting her head against his breasts, murmuring words of endearment as they relaxed in the afterglow. "Every night can be like this. But you must stop drinking so much. Which is more important? Your drink or your life, my love?" She kissed him gently. "We live in the National forest. If you want to join us, you can find us there. Or you can meet us here in this building." He felt himself sliding into sleep. She cuddled him until he finally slept. ***** It was cold, and Frank felt around, looking for his clothes. He pulled them over him, then looked around. It was dark again, and he suddenly remembered- No, it had to have been a dream. There were no fairies except inside the bottle. He pulled on his clothes, then felt something in the jacket pocket. It was a fifth of whiskey. Not the cheap stuff either. It was good blended scotch! He opened the bottle with a trembling hand, sniffing it. He took a sip, golden fire running down his throat. Then he heard the Fairy? voice as if in his ear. ?Which is more important? Your drink or your life?' He lowered the bottle. He sat, in the equivalent of a drunk's dream come true, a bottle of whiskey he would have dreamed about. Balanced against that he remembered the gentle caresses, the love that he had felt. as much as he yearned for that second drink, he felt something he never had before. Then he stood, walked to the window, and threw the bottle out. He watched it fall, smashing five floors below. It's nice to be needed. Turnabout is fair play Rob walked off the plane, carrying his back pack. It had been years since he went anywhere without a weapon of some kind, but thanks to 9-11, he had been required to get rid of all of his normal stuff. He had offered to carry the girls aboard, but they had demurred. Trillium, who was once Tony had been terrified of what might be seen on an X-ray, and his fear had communicated to Rose, who accompanied him. Instead they had told him that getting onto the plane would not be that difficult. They would merely fly into the luggage compartment, and since it was a wide body, they would not have to worry about being depressurized. He walked out of the airport, looking around. The crowd was light today, and he settled down to wait. They would have to fly out of the baggage area and he- He heard screaming, and headed that way at a run. People were running, flailing around. Through the crowd flew the girls, and they immediately dived beneath his coat. An airport employee finally got the crowd settled down. After all, there was no sign of the ?giant bugs' they said were in the terminal. Of course being an eyewitness crowd, the idea that it might have been hummingbirds was accepted and gently negated, but the statement by a ten year old that it was a couple of fairies had been laughed at. Rob took a cab to a used car lot, picking up a good used car for just under two thousand dollars. He had left the bulk of the money with the Fairy in the Angeles Forest, but the fifty thousand he carried was more than adequate for what he intended to do. He stopped at a Radio Shack store, bought and activated a palm pilot, then bought a solar charger for it. Thanks again to 9-11, he couldn't just buy a gross of them. It would have set off alarms with Homeland Security. So he had to stop at a dozen different stores to get all he felt he might need for the state. He used his ID to buy them, of course, but that wasn't a problem. The FBI would have a hell of a time tracing someone who was on the move and if they spent time tracing the units themselves down, they would find them supposedly abandoned in forests. There were few Fairy in the city itself. Not enough open parkland for them to stay. But if using national parks was the method they used for concealment, he expected the Gettysburg battlefield to have a colony. But first things first. He chose a sidewalk cafe, and settled down for a coffee while the girls flitted out. looking for the locals. It took several hours, but they finally told him that the Sellars recreational area to the south had a colony. He drove down, locking the car, and walked into the woods. It wasn't a national park, but there were trees, and underbrush, and Fairies. He smiled at the people that ran through the park, going deeper, away from the more public areas. When he reached a small clearing, he sat and waited. The girls had already notified them, and a woman with white hair in a leather outfit led a dozen more to the clearing. Rose bowed. "Rob, this is Queen Heliotrope and her court. We have told her most of what has been planned, and she has come to question you." It took a few more hours. None of these Fairy were recent converts, and the one who knew what a typewriter was had been converted back when they were still manual. But once he showed them how to access the internet, and how to create a web page, they were ecstatic. The first mail they got was from someone called Yahoo! He saved in the e-mail account that Dandelion back in California had created, and set it down. The women flocked around the machine, giggling as they sent messages back and forth. Someone in the Angeles Forest was sending long Instant messages, and the women on this end were replying. "Don't know who you're talking to, but tell them to watch the power supply. The batteries run flat, they won't charge right." The Fairy at the keyboard looked up at him confused. She sent the message as he had requested, then he had to explain how solar cells worked, and what he had meant by flat batteries. By the time everything was done, it was dark. "We have seen wonders this day, human." Heliotrope said. "The greatest was a human who approaches us knowing our kind. We have a debt to pay, and it is for you to speak it." "Don't owe me anything. Those ladies on the West coast gave me a reason for living beyond just surviving. Found me money to do this for them. I like to travel." She looked at the Fairy around her. "Since I came to this new land, I have never seen such selflessness. Fly my minions, find money to aid this one in his cause. If he wishes, he can partake of our hospitality this evening." She looked up at him. "Is there anything more we can do for you, human?" "Just call me Rob, ma'am." "You have not answered my question, Rob." "The two that came with me had something to ask of you." Trillium flew to stand before the Queen, along with Rose. They knelt, and were bid to stand again. "My Queen, this one was a boy until this last week. She asks the boon of justice." "I do not think we have done anything to her." Heliotrope. "Have we of my realm harmed you, young one?" "I was a boy of the city." Trillium told her. "My father molested me, hurt me. I demand satisfaction." There was a hiss of anger and dismay from the Fairy. Heliotrope raised her hand. "You words strikes a cord within my people, young one. All of my younger ones are ones such as you through the centuries being harmed by those who should have protected us. We have given them what they deserved. What would you ask of us?" "Witnesses, and the use of your forest for his punishment." Rose asked. "As is proper." "That you shall have." She looked up at Rob. "Would you witness this, Rob?" "I knew the boy for a while. He was a good kid. Didn't deserve what was done to him. Sure." "And our hospitality? Will you partake of our food, drink with us, and share the bed of one of ours?" "I'd be honored." ***** Vinnie growled, watching television. Sluts parading around in trying to incite men, guys who were too stupid to know what a woman was for. Nothing more, in his opinion, than a fuck. He looked around the apartment bleary eyed. Ever since the boy had left, the situation had gone downhill. The damn government had stopped paying them food stamps and AFDC. The wife had gotten nasty because that meant he no longer had stamps to sell for beer. The bitch had actually suggested that he get a job! Where was that damn faggot? He remembered the boy. Remembered how cute he looked. The whining as he fucked him. Then he was gone. The wife didn't care, and truth be known if she had put out more often than once a fucking month he wouldn't have done the faggot boy. But if he was a real man, he would have fought back, not lay there and let a real man plough him. Something fluttered between him and the television, and he leaned forward. Just a bug. Big ass thing. He swiped at it, but between drinking and a life as a couch potato, he would have been better if he'd tried to drop a house on it. The bug flitted away from his hand, stopping beside... Something finally broke through his stupor. There were a lot of the bugs in the room. The swirled around like a living cloud, and he stared at them in amazement. He stood up, going to the kitchen for the spray. Something bit the back of his hand, and he swung, missing the creature by inches. The bite stung, but it faded. Then another bite, and another. On his back, on his neck, on the edge of his wife-beater. It became an ordeal. From everywhere they descended, biting and dodging before he could nail them. The room seemed to say, and his pants fell down. Damn it, he'd buckled the belt... No the belt was buckled. but the pants had fallen anyway. The shirt hung like a tent, and the room seemed bigger as he waddled in, holding up his pants desperately. He got to the sink, but he was looking up at it instead of down. The handle even with his head. He grabbed it, but he had to reach up. Still he persevered, pulling the four foot tall can of spray out, trying to lift a lid the size of a manhole cover off it. Suddenly they descended, and this time he felt hands grabbing his arms, others clawing at him, throwing him off balance. He landed on his back, and looked up. The bugs didn't look like bugs any more. They looked like women with wings about a foot tall. Their faces were cold, as if he were a monster. He felt a pain, and shrieked as something ripped out of his back. He struggled, but they were getting bigger. His pants fell, the shirt was now a tent for real, and still they pinned him down. Finally they were his size, the kitchen now a large cave. One of them a junoesque ash blonde motioned. "Bind it." "What-" Something was jammed in his mouth, and hands spun him on his stomach as they used some kind of white sticky rope to tie his hands and feet. They messed around with his back, and he felt something frantically trying to get away. Two of them caught him by the arms, and he felt himself lift into the air. They went through the window screen he hadn't bothered to replace, and flew through the night sky. The journey seemed to take forever. There were trees below him, and lights flashed as lightning bugs flared below. His captors dropped through the trees, and he found himself flat on the ground, surrounded by a dozen or so women. One of them, a statuesque woman that looked sort of like that black bitch Tony Braxton stood over him. "Hello, father." He looked confused. He didn't have any girl kids. And no nigger ones. She smiled. "Remove his gag please." One of the women pulled his gag free. "Have you nothing to say, father?" the bitch cooed. "Don't you recognize your son?" "I don't know who the fuck you are, bitch. But that little faggot ran away from a lov-" She slapped him. Not the petulant slap of a woman who is upset, but a slap worthy of a bouncer. He felt his teeth loosen as he slammed to the ground. "Your majesty?" the girl said. The ash blonde walked over. If he'd met her anywhere but in a nightmare dream like this one, he would have been hard in seconds. A little hefty, but as the old saying went, ?more cushion for the pushin'. She looked at him the way all women looked at him. Like he was two steps below dog shit. "My people, this is the one that fathered our sister. He has done injury, and under law deserves punishment. What say you?" The answer was a roar of fury. He noticed that only two did not add their voices. One was the girl who had slapped him. She looked... sad? Beside her was of all things, a man with wings like the women had. "Trillium, the choice is yours. I have been told by Rose that you know what to do. She looked frightened. "I... I can't. I won't touch him that way ever again. Would someone please help me?" "Let me." One of the women stormed forward. Like all of them she was in her thirties. Like all of them she was a fox. Like all of them she was dressed in something that would have looked better at the beach. She was an Amazon in size, tall and strong looking. She knelt beside the man, and grabbed his organ. Men say they cannot be raped, but that isn't true. If you can achieve an erection, it can be used. The Toni Braxton look alike turned, burying her head against the fairy- man's chest. Yet she still watched. The Amazon dropped forward, and he felt her begin sucking him off. As frightened as he was, it felt great. The other women just stood watching. He began to pant, and felt himself spray into her mouth. She sucked him allowing the seed to spill out in his crotch. The woman sat up, fingers dipping in the mess, and shoved them in his mouth. He gagged, but she fed him all of the sperm, leaving him gasping. "Now it is done. We cannot have him get away," the blonde ordered. He was flipped on his stomach, and screamed as something as ripped out of his back. He looked at the tattered wings in disbelief. They bound him to a tree. "Rob, have you decided?" The Fairy man looked around. "Your grace, all of the women are attractive. I wish I could stay and give to all of you. You decide." The woman nodded. Then her brows quirked. "Yes Trillium?" "Rob." The fairy looked up at him. "Can I repay you for what you and Sam did for me? Will you..." She looked terrified. "Will you make love to me?" He looked surprised. "Rose?" A tall woman that stood to the side shrugged. "My dear, we will be unprotected when you become pregnant, you know this." "If you will, you can both stay here until your children are born." The blonde told her. "We shall protect you." "Better yet, your majesty." The woman that had sucked Vinnie off said. "Why not send me with them? I can act as their herald on the journey, and return with this good man's aid when it is done." The Queen looked sad. "Must you leave me, Hyacinth?" "Your grace, I promise to return. This will take a year perhaps two. I will not leave my love any longer." "And I can bring her back sooner." Rob said. "Besides, if Trillium and Rose go with me, I haven't done my duty to your realm. I will have to stay at least a couple more days." The Queen smiled gently. "Selfless to the last. Yes. I grant your request, Hyacinth. These two must go home, and the word must still be spread." She bowed to Trillium. "None have ever gone from human to full fairy in this short a time, young one. Treasure that." The girl turned, wrapping her arms around the fairy man's neck. Then she looked toward the bound man. "Watch, Father. See what you will never do again." She kissed Rob hungrily, and he returned them delicately, as if afraid that he would hurt her. Her passion outweighed any scruple, and her hand descended, holding his erection, bringing him to hardness. She pushed him down, laying upon him as if making love in public was normal. "Rob... Please." "You on top," he said. "If it becomes too frightening, you can pull away." She nodded, straddling him, guiding his length into her. "Oh Rob, it feels, different. Not like Rose at all!" She reached out, and Rose took the flailing hand. "You are experiencing it sooner than any other, my sweet. Those who are born human wait centuries before they do what you will now." Rose told her. "We born as Fairy know it only in the mating, and then it is all new to us." "I wish..." The girl's hips slammed down on her lover. "If I had been born a girl among humans I would have wished for this. A gentle lover, and one who loves me!" She reached up, dragging Rose down into a kiss. "But I would have wished them to be the same person!" "I shall love you always," Rob gasped. "Knowing you're safe is what I always wanted." He caught Rose's other hand. "Take care of her for me?" He gasped again, his body snapping taut, and Trillium moaned in delight. Her back ripped open, and another set of wings flared out. She slid up off him, moving to take his dick in her mouth. Vinnie stared in shock as the girl started to bulk out, and the man began to shrink. Moments later, they had changed, and it was the once male fairy that held her lover and guided the thrusts. They came together, screaming into the night. Then the fairy that had become a man turned back into a woman. She helped the still female lover to his feet, and they walked over to face Vinnie. "Human without the cycle of sex, you are trapped as a male," the Queen told him. "May the gods have pity upon your soul, for we have none." She waved toward him. "Cut him loose. Go. You are banished." The threads fell away, and he staggered to his feet. He snarled. He looked around for someone to hit, but these mean ass bitches had pulled out weapons. A pair with bows watched him carefully. He staggered through the tall grass, guided by hisses as four of the Fairy chivvied him along. He'd get even! He'd find the little... He shook his head. He wanted to hurt... He spun around, and the woman behind him kicked him in the crotch. "Move, animal." "Why..." He shook his head. Why had she kicked him? He didn't even know her! He staggered to his feet, and after a time they stood on the edge of a wide clearing. "Go," she ordered. He wondered why she wanted him to walk that way. He saw the stars as he came from beneath the trees, and he stopped, entranced. So beautiful. He heard a shriek. Something was flying over, and it stooped to fly toward him. He thought he knew what it was. It was a... some bird that went hoot. What was that? His last word before it struck were in a dazed and bemused murmur. "Beautiful."