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The Fairy Circle Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by AKwriter92

Ireland lived up to its name as the emerald isle. The low mountains and the vast plain were covered with lush vegetation thanks to the mild but ever changing climate. The air carried the scent of the sea, and the waterways glistened like silver veins navigating through the land. There were natural splendors, ancient ruins, and contemporary pubs... Despite Quinn's best expectation; it was that which had caught his attention on this leg of his backpacking trip.

More amber liquid spilled into his mug, refilling it to the brim with just a bit of foam. Quinn lifted it up, looking around, his red bangs falling across his brows as his green eyes gazed at the men around him, including the one that had bought him two pints already. The young man was blushing a bit at the attention, but he had come to Ireland with a specific purpose. There was something charming about the country that had been the first to legalize same sex marriage by nationwide referendum, and the only political group opposing LGBT culture had never had any success. It felt a bit like an oasis compared to the home Quinn knew.

"If I hadn't heard you speak, I'd think you were from around here with hair like that." The voice came from behind Quinn. It was thick with an Irish brogue, the accent heady and earthy. Quinn turned, his eyes falling across a man that looked like he was barely old enough to drink. He was tall, skinny, his black hair swept across his head in thick waves. His blue eyes glittered, and a spattering of freckles crossed his face.

"Well, I think I have a few ancestors from around these parts. It was one of the reasons I came here." Quinn grinned, gesturing for the man to sit down.

"What was the main reason?" the man asked, taking a seat right beside Quinn.

"I guess to find myself, maybe to get lucky." Quinn grinned. The man chuckled, looking around a bit.

"I can't help but notice you found a pub with no lasses about." he said.

"Yeah, that was part of the plan." Quinn grinned, "My name is Quinn." he added.

"Collin. And if that was the plan, maybe I can help you out." Collin said, his hand sliding under the table, finding Quinn's groin and giving it a good squeeze and massage. Quinn's eyes shot wide as his jaw dropped a bit. Collin licked his lips, "Fuck, you're hung like a horse, aren't you Quinn?"

"I-I-I wouldn't know about that." Quinn panted softly, blushing. Collin grinned wider.

"Well, if you've had enough to drink around here, how about I show you around? Maybe show you something few tourists ever see?" Collin asked. Quinn nodded, not even strong enough for words. He put down money for his drinks and Collin sprung to his feet, taking Quinn's hand. Some of the other men whooped and hollered as Collin led the American outside. Collin glanced both ways across the road before he took Quinn, leading him to the other side and toward a hill that marked the edge of the town.

The two men moved down the hillside, their gait a bit unsteady but the grins on their faces were huge. Quinn licked his lips a bit as he got a good handful of Collin's pert ass, and he shuddered as the young man groped him in return. As they reached the bottom of the hill, the two nearly fell over, but Collin grinned and grabbed Quinn, giving him a quick kiss. As their lips parted, a string of silver saliva connected them for a moment.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever done." Quinn whispered. Collin chuckled softly and ran a finger down Quinn's chest.

"You've yet to see the best part." Collin said, taking Quinn's hand and leading him on. Quinn looked around, realizing that despite being out in the wide open, they were out of sight of the pub and the other buildings with the slope of the hillside. Quinn continued following Collin before he turned, seeing something a little unusual ahead of them. Set in the grass was a ring of stones. Small purple flowers and wide gray mushrooms had grown lush and thick around the circle, but had not filled in the center or grown outside. It didn't look like they had been maintained but it also didn't seem quite natural.

"What is that?" Quinn asked. Collin grinned.

"It's what some might call a fairy ring... Stories say that they are created when fairies or elves dance around, celebrating." Collin said. Quinn licked his lips again.

"That sounds like a fun party." Quinn said happily. Collin grinned, reaching down to give Quinn another grope.

"You think so? You want to dance with the fae?" Collin asked.

"Oh yeah, as long as you're there." Quinn said with a grin. Collin stepped backwards toward the ring, taking Quinn's hand again. Quinn followed after, in the thrall of this handsome man before him. He couldn't believe it, he was going to get lucky in a field. As Collin stepped over the ring, though, there was a faint flash of purple light. Before Quinn could question it, he had crossed over the edge as well. The light of dawn spilled in around them, banishing away the evening. The grass seemed so much thicker and softer around them, covered in silver dew drops. The flowers were bigger, the landscape more rugged. Quinn looked around at it in shock, his jaw dropping.

"Hey, my eyes are over here." Collin said. Quinn turned back to look at the young man, but what he found was something else entirely. Collin stood naked before him, his black hair now with streaks of purple, his freckles looking more like sparkles. His eyes were a vivid turquoise and his lips were a bright shade of teal. But the most mesmerizing feature of all had to be the translucent purple gossamer wings stretching behind Collin's shoulders.

"Wh... What?" Quinn whispered. Collin grinned, reaching out a finger tipped with purple nails to rub Quinn's chin.

"You said you wanted to dance with the fairies, and I want to give you a gift worthy of the passion that burns in your heart. Don't you want to get lucky Quinn?" Collin asked. Quinn was torn between his rational mind and his raging erection. If anything, Collin was hotter than ever before. Slowly his manhood won out and he nodded.

"Yeah... I still want to make love to you." Quinn said. Collin let out a laugh that carried on the wind like music. He leaned up and kissed Quinn's forehead. Where the lips pressed, it felt like a bolt of electricity ripping down through Quinn's body to his cock. He grunted sharply, feeling his hard erection growing even harder. Collin moved quickly to open up the red head's pants, fishing out his cock.

Quinn groaned, amazed at how nimble the fairy's hands were. Collin started to stroke Quinn off, sliding his hand back and forth. Each beat of Quinn's heart brought more blood to his shaft, but that was far from it. Quinn gazed down as he saw his shaft stretching longer and thicker in the fairy's hand... inch after inch. Drool started to collect on his lip and his eyes glazed over as he saw his cock reach ten inches, then twelve, then fourteen, then sixteen. It jutted out in front of him like a spire. All that growth had come so fast, it tugged and pulled at the mushroom shaped tip of his shaft, stretching it out and blunting it until it was flat.

Collin ran his finger tip over the end, letting the urethra get puffy and thick, widening until a gush of clear precum leaked out and fell to the ground, then another and another until the huge cock was drooling steadily. Collin's fingers slipped back and massaged the center of Quinn's mammoth cock, watching a thick medial ring grow and swell out of it. With each stroke, the flesh grew tighter and tougher until it started to get dappled with darker flesh. The black spots spread out, wrapping around Quinn's rod before extending out to the tip.

"I told you that you were hung like a horse." Collin grinned, though he decided that his lover still wasn't quite big enough. He leaned down and gave the red head's shaft a lick, watching it surge out to over twenty inches long and almost eight wide. Quinn's heart was practically leaping out of his chest, watching his horse cock ooze silver pre without stop. Collin reached down and fondled Quinn's balls, moving them around like some sort of zen exercise, rotating and massaging until they started to swell and grow. Fine, soft red hairs started growing over his expanding sack until they were covered with fur. The fur spread down between his legs, reaching his ass.

Quinn gasped as his ass cheeks parted, revealing his anus. The tight ring of muscle began to darken, turning tan, then brown, then black as it grew larger. Then the first pang of pressure came from his bones. Quinn let out a strange sound as his tailbone began to wiggle, loosening itself from his waist before it stretched out. The bones lengthened and extended until they could grow no more, and when they reached their maximum size, new bones grew in between them. A rush of tingling covered the wriggling flesh before wispy red hair emerged. The tail descended behind him with impossibly straight fur, whipping back and forth.

"This is amazing... Oh god..." Quinn panted. Collin grinned and ran at Quinn, jumping upward to grab onto his chest and wrap his legs around his waist. One deft arm reached down and before Quinn could think about it, his gigantic horse cock had plunged into a hot, tight, wriggling hole that massaged him and pulled him deeper. As he sunk inch after impossible inch into the fairy's ass, the words left his mouth. Collin grinned and began to lick the human's chin, and every where he licked, soft red fur emerged.

Quinn panted and fucked hard, bucking that shaft into the fairy's ass, his eyes slipping shut. With each hump, each thrust, he was losing more of his humanity. His ears stretched into points, his toes got stiff and started to tighten, the flesh softening and melting through his socks before the skin merged. His toenails spread outward, covering the new mass of foot before hardening again into a hoof. As his posture changed, his muscles shifted.

The ever shifting weight and sharpness of his hooves spelled disaster for his shoes which fell apart into a pile of leather, rubber and string. It felt so much more natural to stand on the grass with his own two hooves. Collin grabbed Quinn's head and kissed him fully, causing the fur to spread much more rapidly. It covered his face, his neck, and his expanding chest. His pectorals grew round and thick with muscle, his abdomen bulging with perfect physical definition.

Collin started to pull back from the kiss, and Quinn desperately tried to continue it. In the tug of war with their lips, Quinn's entire face stretched out. His jaw popped, his teeth ached a little as they flattened and blunted. His nose stretched out wider. Collin moaned, his fairy cock spraying cum across Quinn's chest. He loved watching the human's humanity eek away, but he loved seeing his stallion lover born even more. He reached up and stroked Quinn's muzzle as it formed, feeling his equine nose take shape.

Quinn's horse ears flicked as they migrated to the top of his head, and his huge horse shaft reached new depths inside the fairy. It was Collin's turn to be overwhelmed by sex, but he still had one last gift to impart. He leaned in and up, straining to reach before he kissed Quinn's forehead again. Once more he felt the lightning travel through his body, this time from his enormous shaft up to his forehead, and then he felt the pressure building in both his skull and his balls.

Quinn stumbled but recovered, his chest rising and falling with pants. The pain and pressure building in his head was immense. His eyes squeezed shut, the skin grew irritated and tight, and then with one drop of blood, a sharp tip of bone emerged. As it pierced the skin, the bone grew upward from his forehead, the calcium and keratin spiraling and stretching. It emerged from him inch after inch, rising up into a proud spire, a majestic horn. It stretched past six inches, then eight, proud and tall from his equine head.

The former human let out a neigh, and Collin reached up to stroke the unicorn's proud horn. As Quinn felt that fairy hand stroke off his other length, controlling what way his head was turned, feeling its strength and girth, his first rod let loose. Quinn shuddered as the hot ivory rush shot up his immense shaft and erupted into the fairy's ass, pumping hot and deep. Collin screamed out, though even that sounded as a song. He took the copious amount of unicorn cum into his body, panting and drooling, knowing he had made himself a perfect mate.

Quinn stood in the fairy circle, a proud eight foot tall red unicorn, a fairy boy skewered on his equine cock. He wasn't sure why he hadn't remembered the stories about fairy circles before... About how they were dangerous to enter, about how those that did were never seen again. He had a brief passing sadness for the people he left behind, bit he had entered a world of magic, a world where he'd be happier than he ever thought possible... And Collin was going to see just what a unicorn horn could do. Quinn grinned and started to thrust again, not even done with his first orgasm when he was ready for another round. Collin squealed in delight, riding the unicorn's cock, more than delighted at the stamina of his new boyfriend.