First Contact
Daniel Hodges checked his traps meticulously. 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 were 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 Faerie 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 were all that mattered, you would be a giant to we Faerie. 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
Faerie."
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 different species?"
"Well I've taken life sciences and biology."
"Well maybe you can keep up. You see, about 2 million 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. The elders found that we could confuse animals and make
them think we were something they couldn't eat most of the time 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 dragonfly." 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 effect man has on the bloody planet and get
a blank look, but mention a scene from a motion picture by Michael
Crichton and you're with me!" Her wings flipped angrily.
"We stopped shrinking about 50 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 are 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 member
stirring. She untied one side of her panties, and lowered them as well.
She sat, legs spread. "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.
"I will not be a specimen in a jar!" She flung herself back, then against
the jar at the top as hard as she could. It flipped, rolling toward the
edge of the desk.
Daniel caught it, shaking it furiously. "Settle down you bitch!"
"Or what? The ether and pins? Let me go!"
"No." He put the jar back on the desk, and set books around it so she
couldn't knock it over again. "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."
Night Terror
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
goddamned 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
any warning. He walked past her three times where she perched on the
bookshelf.
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 on a
little better foot 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 shite 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 organ. He mouth was small, so it
only stung a bit. But she could see the venom flowing with her Fairy
sight. She didn't have to bite him here. A lot of Faerie did because it
was a sexual act as well. Since they usually used this for actual sex, it
was what most did.
Thank the dead elders that they had thought to add a bit of spider! Not
to kill or paralyze, 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 bit him once,
but every succeeding bite injected more venom, and made it faster. His
organ 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 onto 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
could 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 the 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'd had
a lot more practice. They rolled frantically until she slammed him 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 self. 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, watching
his terror filled face. 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 too him in hand. With pupils the size of saucers, she licked her
lips hungrily and stared at what he had to offer. She hurried up and
knelt over his hips. Taking him in hand, she sat down guiding it into
her.
Daniel felt himself 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
he 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 began to suckle. She rippled 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 afflicted with pins
and needles. 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 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
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 away. 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 lay still 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 body
drawing him deeper. The walls of her sex began to ripple. The flowing
ripples squeezed, 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 body continued to feed.
Each time she raised up her hips, she 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 was not
done. She shifted her position, 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. She 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
the protuberance to slip out of him. However, he soon felt the impact of
her hips on his padded ass. Somehow she came forward and he felt
something 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 penis rammed
through his wet vaginal lips. Holly was changing, her breasts vanishing
into hard pectoral muscles, a six pack of abs muscled arms. Her hands
becoming larger, holding him down more readily as the change continued.
He felt the intruder 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 caused 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 was coming from him. His body shuddered and
tensed while his new womanhood pulsed. Then an orgasm like none he had
ever felt struck him.
"My you're a hot little one aren't you?" 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 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.
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. He felt his own
orgasm matching it, and collapsed into a faint.
Vengeance
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 shite? Big enough for you?" She walked
over standing over him. "Woman enough for you?"
"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 Faerie 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 people, and my vaginal secretion 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. "You had your chance to let me go and instead you
acted like every unthinking human we've ever had the misfortune to meet.
Let's say this is the punishment to fit the crime.
"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
his head 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?"
"A man back during your Second World War explained it. 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 folded, 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 killed 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 fairy, 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 Faerie are called Pixies, and they grow into 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! You're father
can't see Faerie 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." When he still stood there unmoving 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
waist, 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. She pulled free a roll of something, and he felt his hands being
tied. Spider web!
Then he was flung over onto his back, his arms pinned down by her. He'd
always liked scenes with two women wrestling. Right now 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 bound hands holding them taut by the spider thread as
she made a loop and one by one caught his legs. Soon he was bound
painfully on his back, his knees upright.
She smiled tenderly, stroking his cheeks. She positioned herself between
them nudging his crotch. Daniel's will to resist began to sag under the
weight of his bondage and Holly's unbelievable strength.
She leaned over licking his face gently. "We have a punishment for your
kind. Resisting won't help a bit. 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."
He was now in an extremely vulnerable position; it was uncomfortable
humiliating and painful. "What are you going to do?"
She 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 between his legs. 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. Here's your first new experience." 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.
She was obviously a master at this; 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.
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
the waist. 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, you
don't realize how much your moans of pleasure will 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 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 starting to be extremely 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
looked up at Holly.
"I...am... sor..ry..Pu--lee-eezzz...st-to-op!" he begged, looking 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.
She looked into his eyes 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 her 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 neck, biting him
playfully. But the fangs did not pierce him. Then they dropped and he
almost screamed as she began to suckle.
"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.
She increased the pace of her hips and the pressure on Daniel's clit at
the same time. "What about this?" She asked. 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 up 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.
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 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. He tingled madly and
became extremely sensitive. Holly knew this would happen, 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'd 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 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.
"Now, who are you?" She demanded.
"I am Dan-" The voice stumbled to a halt. In the brain chemicals altered,
neurons fired, new pathways opened. The bound figure shook it's head.
"I'm Dan-delion." She shook her head, trying to resist, but it was a
flood. Daniel had known little about flowers, and it was the only one he
remembered. But as he said it, it became clearer, more distinct. His
name...
"I am sorry for this part, my dear," Holly said. "Who you were no longer
exists, and your mind must accept that. The conversion is complete when
you can say your name. Only then can I release you."
"I'm Dan...Dan..." Frantic, she screamed. "I'm Dandelion!" she wailed.
Daniel had become Dandelion.
Holly ripped through the silk tie holding Dandelion She quickly removed
the bindings from Dandelion's wrists and released her ankles from the
ties, chafing them limbs to restore any loss of feeling. 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. She
remembered being a boy, being a human living in that house. 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. Suddenly she began to cry then to wail inconsolably.
"I don't want to be a Fairy! God, please!"
She felt arms enfold her, and clutched them frantically.
"The first hours are always the worst." Holly whispered. "To know who you
were, that will never change. But your body will adapt more and more. It
goes on even as we speak." She kissed Dandelion on the neck, and the new
woman whimpered.
"That... I don't know..." Holly's hand slid up her side and the Dandelion
clutched, hissing. "What's happening?"
"We are sensual beings, my dear. A human with the sensitivity our flesh
possessed would become hedonists in search of any pleasure. Especially
when our bodies are ready to receive human seed."
"I'm..." She gasped, feeling her body move against the other woman. "I'm,
horny?"
"And shall be for the rest of the evening. A side affect of being made
Fairy so quickly without that measure of seed. Come now dear Dandelion
lets 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 the girl into a hug.
Dandelion cried. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I just...I just wanted
someone to talk to who wouldn't treat me like dirt. 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 food?"
"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 her an excellent view of her
firm thighs and the delta of Venus between her legs. Dandelion felt a
lurch in her abdomen, and the sudden desire to fall upon her knees and
worship at that womanly font.
Holly 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 from an open box. "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."
Dandelion 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. Once the hunger of your belly is fed, we must feed the other hunger
as well.
"You said it had to become complete. What if I had resisted? Run away?"
"If I had left you out there, or you had fled, your need would have still
been there. you would have fed that need with whatever was available
ignoring every danger until it had been fulfilled. With luck you might
have survived the night. But if you had resisted the urge, your need
would have driven you insane. You would have become a lump of flesh that
had only one hunger, to feed that lust. We call it the Hunger, and it the
one thing we all dread for all of us suffer it monthly. If we are alone,
there is no one to help us in the feeding of it."
She shuddered. "Once I saw the aftermath of such. Centuries ago, in a
land across the great Eastern Sea. The one that let it happen was
punished. We are too few to allow any Faerie whether they be born or
converted be destroyed unless their crimes are so heinous we do not wish
to have them live at all. It is how we punish our own.
She hugged the pixy, hands running gently up her back, drawing yet
another whimper. "I will not let that happen to you. I owe you a debt for
making you as you are now, and I will pay it."
She grinned. "Not that it won't be fun! So as for clothes..." Holly
grinned. "You won't be needing them just yet."
The new girl
Alyssum set the seeds and the limp body of a dime shrew she had caught
down on the table. Careful gentle carving left it standing when the nest
had been made, still part of the living tree. 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
the mattress of soft down stuffed in spider silk and cotton that sat
directly on the floor in the middle of the room. Two completely naked
Faerie 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 held
together above her head, the other was between the first woman's thighs.
Alyssum leaned against the wood of the carved doorframe. She had never
watched Holly in action from this point of view. Usually she was the one
getting serviced 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.
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 pleasuring her new lover.
Alyssum watched the woman's pretty sexy face intently as she received
this attention. 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 initial homophobic reaction, unwilling
to admit that they were receiving and enjoying it rather than the other
way around. On top of the uncontrollable lust that occurred right after
the permanent change it was hard for them to accept.
But Holly was emphatically determined to bring out whatever emotion the
woman was attempting to hide, and had centuries of experience. Neither
Alyssum or this girl were the first she had converted after all. She was
methodical, relentless, and 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 need." The woman on the
bottom was now kissing back for all she was worth. Her lover slowed down
the pace to ensure that they would meet head on for every thrust. Their
rhythm became perfect.
The girl was going through the same cycle every Faerie went through in
spades. If she were human, with no chance of a full Fairy cycle, she
would empty every man around her and scream for more. It took time,
sometimes a whole day for the body to fully accept that cycle. Until then
she would be hypersensitive. The slightest touch would have her ready for
more. As much as Holly might be enjoying this, it was also therapeutic
for the new Pixie.
As much fun as it was, watching wasn't getting dinner done. Alyssum
pulled out one of the copper pots, and magically softened the wild beans
before she diced them up and tossed them into the pot with the husked
grass seeds, pouring the chunks into the water. She stripped the skin off
the shrew rubbing the inside of the pelt with a fist sized chunk of rock
salt, then rolled it up to deliver to the tanner. 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. She swung out the
pothook, sliding the handle onto it, and pushed it back over the focus of
the heat. 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 Faerie-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 Faerie 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 two outfits if she were so inclined. But
leather was easy to work, easier to clean 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, cotton puffs that
had blown away, pieces of the finer woven cloth humans made that they
picked apart and rewove, and wool from Mountain sheep farther North. Most
of what they had 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 Aaron 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 Faerie 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 bred with Faerie 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 thanked that shy young
man by changing him for breeding then had allowed him to return to human
form afterward, leaving him sure he had been dreaming. He had been headed
to New York at the time, and had never seen her again.
But something about Faerie 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, one of them his, both
little girls had moved on when they reached age of consent, which was
only sixteen for Faerie-kind.
The usual reason for converting humans into female Faerie was because the
newly gravid mother lost a lot of her magical capability, and needed
someone to hunt for her. But it was rare even today. Unless a Fairy lived
completely alone, there were always others to help with such a blessed
thing as a child. But if there were not the newly