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The peryton formally known as Perry had served as the guardian of the Archfae’s sylvan domain for some time. With his name still firmly in the possession of his master, he had been given the nickname Heartprong from several of the fae who regularly enjoyed his company. What started as a cool nickname in his own mind soon became his name as far as he was concerned. The more time spent with the fae the less Heartprong thought about his formally mortal life. It was hard to say whether this was a part of the transformation or a side effect from living in a fae domain. The loss of Heartprong’s former identity was reinforced by the court, who treated their guardian as if he had always lived in the forest with them. As the seasons passed by one after another eventually all Heartprong could remember was his existence as a peryton.

It’s not as though his life was terrible. Heartprong spent his days patrolling the forest, keeping it and the court safe from any humans who either wandered off the trail, or worse caused trouble within the forest on purpose. Several would-be arsonists received a solid dose of nature's fury, left as nothing more than gibbering masses by the time they were found by search parties. Heartprong wasn’t as relentlessly cruel as the fae could be. His appearance was usually enough to scare humans back on trail. And if the poor hiker was lost, Heartprong was known to ‘chase’ them back onto the trail. To the outside world Heartprong had become a sort of local cryptid, but he was outright dismissed by many online cryptid communities as his physical description sounded too outlandish to be real.

While he wasn’t out patrolling the forest, Heartprong would entertain the various fae in the Archfae’s court. He was well treated by many lovers, many practically worshiping the huge equine cock that hung under his body. The lustful attention of the fae only aided in the loss of his former self and embracing his life as Heartprong, the peryton. The situation was just as the Archfae had planned for when he punished the trespassing human.

***

Adelyn Stark was a local girl, born and raised in the rural community of Barnstead. This far out, the area was mostly a mix of farms and forests, not extremely exciting for any eighteen year old. Adelyn longed for more than just small town life. Once she graduated high school in June and left for college, she would never look back. In the meantime, Adelyn tried to establish herself online, posting pictures of herself posed perfectly in the outdoors. She had come to the isolated Neelam Wood forest north of her home to do just that on a beautiful spring morning.

Adelyn had heard the tails of the monster that lurked in the woods, pretty much everyone in the Barnstead had heard about the Neelam Wood Stag. Adelyn wrote it off as just another bullshit cryptid story. In her mind it was probably just a deer going up on its hind legs to reach food while the observer was high or drunk. Add in the priming about the Neelam Wood Stag and then you have your monster story.

After walking down a trail for about fifteen minutes she heard a creek nearby and decided to step off trail to find it. Adelyn didn’t have to walk far to find the creek. The area was perfect for a few pictures. She slipped off her backpack and opened it to retrieve her gear. Being out in the sticks so often, Adelyn didn’t bother with using her cellphone to take and upload her pictures to her socials. Instead she used her older brother's old digital point and shoot camera on a compact tripod. Once Adelyn was back somewhere with the internet, she would edit and post the pictures from her laptop.

She quickly set up the camera and took a few test pictures of the forest and creek. This gave her some idea on how to adjust the settings for optimum pictures. After that it was time to do her makeup. Adelyn pulled out her makeup bag and a small mirror and started to get ready for her photoshoot. She would occasionally take a quick snapshot of her face as she did so. This was her own reference, Adelyn loved looking at the step-by step process, but she would never share it with her followers.

Nearby in the forest, Heartprong was walking on patrol when he came to a sudden stop. His cervine ears twitched and he listened carefully. Something was not right. After a moment he realized a section of the forest was quieter than it should be. A lack of animal sounds usually meant one of two things, a predator had been spotted or there was a human in the forest. Heartprong turned his deer-taur body towards the quiet zone and focused his ears forward. He could make out the bubbling sound of a creek and something else. It sounded like music softly playing, but it wasn’t the kind of music the fae would entertain themselves with.

Humans Heartprong sighed to himself before he started to move towards the music. Why can’t they just stick to the trails?

He found a young human, barely a woman, sitting on a rock by the creek. She was painting her face with something, totally oblivious to the peryton Watching her through the trees. Soft music was playing from one of her devices, further distracting her from her surroundings. As quietly as his cloven feet carried Heartprong through the forest, he wasn’t a small creature and his pale fur stood out even in the winter against the trees.

She’s not doing anything harmful at least, so no need to scare her too much.

Heartprong pulled a dry stick from a small satchel that hung from his waist, where his upper torso met the lower. He gripped the stick firmly in his hand and snapped it loudly. Adelyn stopped applying her foundation and instantly looked around when she heard the sound. It didn’t take long for her to spot Heartprong. Adelyn froze as the peryton stared at her from the forest. Heartprong took a step towards her and unfurled his large bat-like wings. That was enough to break the young woman from her trance. She scrambled to grab her bag and equipment but gave up as the creature continued to walk towards her. She ran through the forest and back to the trail.

Heartprong followed behind her, not even needing to run to keep up. Once he saw that the woman was back on the trail and running towards the trailhead he smiled with self satisfaction. Heartprong returned to the creek to clean up anything she had left behind. One of the sprites would take it to the spot where humans parked their vehicles and toss it into the trash can, That is, unless there was something one of the fae folk thought was interesting enough to keep as an ‘offering.’

Heartprong bent down and took a closer look at what was left behind. A small bag with her makeup was still there, as was the small portable mirror she had been using. Heartprong’s eyes were instantly drawn to his reflection. Of course, the peryton knew what he looked like, he had often seen his reflection in still waters. But there was something different about the perfect reflection in the small mirror. Heartprong picked up the mirror and straightened back up. He reached up and touched his antlers and then ran his hand along the side of his cervine muzzle.

It wasn’t vanity that had his attention, it was something else. He furrowed his brow as he tried to sort out what he was feeling.

Why does it feel like something is wrong with my face? It isn’t any different from when I was putting on my flower crown for last Midsomers and looked into the stone basin to make sure it was straight. I haven’t even grown another prong since then. It was only…How long ago was that?

Heartprong continued to stare at his own reflection, growing more uneasy as he did so.

“How long have I served the Archfae?” He asked out loud to the forest. “How long have I looked like this? Always right? No, I must have been a foal at one point, too young to be a guardian. Wait, was I ever a foal?”

He could feel something in the back of his mind. Perhaps it was just an old dream, or maybe a faded memory. It was at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t spit it out. However, the more he looked at his face, the more he suspected he didn’t always look as he did now. Heartprong shook his head and finally looked away from the mirror. Looking up at the sky through the branches he realized a lot of time had passed since he scared the woman out of the forest.

I need to get back to patrolling.

He gathered the makeup bag and its contents and attached it to his belt. When it came to the mirror, however, Heartprong slipped that into his personal satchel. He wasn’t ready to hand it over just yet. The peryton left the spot by the forest creek and continued on his patrol until the sun started to set.

While at the forest clearing that served as the Archfae’s court, Heartprong gave his report. There were laughs and giggles when he told the part about the human running away out of the forest. The court never seemed to get tired of those kinds of stories. Heartprong handed over the makeup bag and the curious fae folk in attendance opened it up and inspected each item intently.

Normally this would amuse Heartprong, but he was too distracted to even give it more than just a passing glance. There were nagging thoughts in the back of his head. Half remembered memories coming to the surface that didn’t seem to make any sense. It was honestly giving the peryton a headache. After slowly sipping from a large goblet of faewine, Heartprong excused himself from both the gathering and any companionship for the evening. He returned to the barrow he called home and laid down on the soft bed of leaves and shed fur.

He pulled out the mirror again, though he couldn’t see much in the glimmers of moonlight that filtered down through the trees. Eventually his eyes grew heavy as he stared at the dark reflection and he slipped off to sleep.

In his dreams, however, things slowly started to grow more clear. Memories of the world outside the forest, living among the humans. Going to work, driving a car, the most mundane things of a mortal’s life, but why would a peryton remember them? The morning birds started their song and Heartprong was pulled back into the waking world. The sun had barely started to rise as the peryton blinked his weary eyes awake.

Things were starting to come back to Heartprong. Although things were not perfectly clear he knew one thing for sure. He wasn’t born as a peryton, he had been a human, and who knows how long he had really been inside the forest. Lost and unsure of himself, he left his barrow for the woods. To any of the fae folk it looked like he was simply going on patrol, but his mind was on far more personal matters.

Once he was away from the court Heartprong pulled out the mirror and stared at his reflection as he meandered through the forest. Like a dam leaking, more memories were coming back to him. His time in school, his job, his friends, and what he used to look like as a human.

How could I just forget these things? Heartprong wondered as he walked through the forest. What did the Archfae do to me? He tricked me out of my name! I remember it now, I accidentally stepped on a fairy circle and they took away my name and made me into this! He shook his head and lowered the mirror. I’ve more than made up for my crime by now. That’s it, I’m leaving, they can guard their own forest moving forward.

Heartprong put away the mirror and turned to the west. He knew where the borders of the Archfae’s domain were, and he picked the shortest route out. His cloven feet carried him swiftly though the forest. At first nothing of note happened, but as he grew closer to the edge of the Archfae’s domain Heartprong started to feel strange. There was an oddly familiar tingle throughout his body. It took a few moments to remember why it was familiar.

This feeling it’s like…it’s like… In a flash it came back to him. When I was transformed from a human.

Heartprong’s wings twitched and trembled before they started to shrink. The bat-like wings grew smaller, then started to absorb back into his body. Soon there was no sign of the wings ever being there on his flanks. Heartprong’s legs felt weak and he had to sit down on the forest floor. He panted hard as the feelings grew more intense. It focused on his malehood. The peryton’s massive member slipped out of his sheath, hard and ready to go. Then it started to decrease in size, but what was more it changed shape, the flat flared head slowly shifting from equine into a tapered cervine shaft.

He was so distracted by his cock that Heartprong didn’t notice at first that his front legs were growing smaller by the second. By the time he realized they were already half the size they used to be. He watched with fascination as the legs continued to shrink and were absorbed back into his body much like his wings had moments before.

Stripped of his extra limbs, the changes continued. He could feel his body rearranging itself at his waist as his lower body lost mass by the second. It felt like his back was being compressed as his lower body was being absorbed back into his body. There was a large popping sound as his hips popped back into their previous position.

Heartprong wasn’t human, he was still covered in pale fur, his feet ended in cloven hooves, and he still had the head of a deer complete with a rack of antlers, but he certainly wasn’t a peryton anymore. Heartprong slowly got back up onto his hooves. He was shaky and unsteady, as it really was easier to maintain balance with four legs. After a few shaky steps walking on two legs came back to Heartprong.

Look at me! I bet if I walk out of the forest completely I’ll change back into a human!

The deer-man started to move but was quickly distracted by something. Glancing down Heartprong saw his cervine cock, though reduced in size from when he woke up that morning, was still oversized for his current frame. The pink shaft reached up to his chest and hadn’t flagged in the slightest since his reversion had begun.

Damn, this thing just won’t go down! I can’t make a break for the border with this bouncing around. Heartprong looked around, even though he knew there was nothing other than trees and wild animals around him. Maybe one last little bit of fun before I go back to being a human.

He sat down on a fallen tree trunk and stroked his cock before lowering his muzzle down onto his shaft. Between the length of his member and his muzzle, Heartprong had no issue getting enough of his cock into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his long tongue around the shaft. He let out a muffled moan as he enjoyed himself.

Heartprong, however, was not as alone as he thought he was. His deviation from his duty was noticed by the one who possessed his true name. The Archfae had tracked down their guardian, and now watched from behind a glamour. They could have intervened at any time, but where would be the fun in that? They were impressed Heartprong had managed to recover his memories, and down right amused he would attempt to abandon his duties.

The Archfae pondered on an appropriate punishment as Heartprong enjoyed himself. A wide cruel smile spread across the fae’s androgynous face as they figured out just what they would do. They snapped Their fingers and the sound echoed through the forest.

Heartprong heard the sound, but didn’t have any time to contemplate it as he was suddenly overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure. His cock erupted like a fountain. It was far past anything the deer-man could swallow and he spat out his cock. It continued to fire off rope after rope of hot cum, splattering on Heartprong and the area around him. Eventually he slid off the log and onto the ground, completely drained. He was drenched in his own cum and left gasping for air.

That is when the Archfae revealed themself, stepping out of their glamour, as if they were walking out from behind a curtain. Still wearing their cruel smile they slowly walked over to Heartprong.

“Taking a little break, are we?” They smiled down at the deer-man.

“I…”

“Oh don’t bother trying any excuses, I know what you are doing. It might have even worked, if I didn’t own your name. I always know where you are, and I can get a rough idea of your, ah, let's say emotional state.”

The thought this was possible never entered Heartprong’s mind. He slowly shook his head and then whipped the cum out of his eyes.

“After all this time I must have atoned for that damn fairy ring.” He said softly.

“What does time matter to an immortal? I decide when, if ever, to let you go. So now I need to punish you for your insolence, once again.”

Heartprong blinked. “W-what?”

“Clearly a big dick and freedom of movement is too much freedom, so I’ll have to change that.”

“No! Wait! Stop!” Heartprong pleaded.

The Archfae snapped his fingers and the deer-man was gripped by the now familiar feeling of fae magic. Down in between Heartprong’s legs his half-erect cock quickly receded back into its furry sheath, but it didn’t stop there. His cock and balls started to shrink, growing smaller with every beat of his heart. Soon his now tiny balls were pulled up into his body, leaving an empty sack behind. As Heartprong watched his sex continued to change, his empty sack folding in on itself and opening into a pussy. His tiny cock nestled in the top becoming a clit.

“What are you doing to me?” Heartprong ‘s voice cracked as the pitch shifted to a higher register.

An antler detached from his head and fell to the ground. As he bent to pick it off the other fell as well. Heartprong realized he was being changed from a stag to a doe, and there was nothing he could do but watch. His, or rather her chest started to grow, adding noticeable weight to the front of her chest. Down below Heartprong’s hips widened and curved, and she could feel her rear filling out underneath her.

“I can’t believe you turned me into a doe!” She snapped at the Archfae.

“Oh, I’m not done yet, taking away your masculinity is hardly a real punishment.”

Heartprong felt something strange on her abdomen, right above her sex. As she ran her hands over the soft pale fur she suddenly found four sensitive nubs. She let out a gasp and tried to carefully inspect them. To Heartprong’s utter shock she realized they were nipples. It was like the magic was waiting for her to discover the nipples, because directly after the skin around them started to swell. Before she knew it, an udder had begun to grow in.

“You gotta be kidding me…” Heartprong said as she ran her hands over the udder.

The Archfae just smiled. The udder continued to grow, swelling bigger and bigger by the second. Her breasts also grew, but nowhere to the same extent. Heartprong wasn’t sure if it was just in her head or she could actually hear gurgles and sloshing sounds coming from her udder as it swelled. She looked at the four beach ball sized udder segments that were nearly pinning her butt to the forest floor. Heartprong could feel them filling with milk and soon small trickles were leaking out from her udder and breasts.

“Oh god…they’re so full!” Heartprong moaned.

Her hands couldn’t reach around the massive udder, but she was able to squeeze her nipples and relieve some of the pressure. On top of everything it felt so good. The scent of her fresh milk wafted through the forest and before she knew it, several forest creatures approached her. Heartprong nearly climaxed from a pair of chipmunks when they sampled her milk from her udder. Unfortunately the tiny creatures quickly drank their fill and stumbled away. A fox was the next to approach. The vixen lapped and nipped at the long teat, making Heartprong practically vibrate from the sensations.

The doe was helpless between the sensations and the need to be milked, not to mention the weight pinning her down. After the last creature left with a belly full of milk is when the fae folk showed up. They giggled and laughed at the situation Heartprong was now in. If that wasn’t enough, they teased her breasts and udder, sampling her milk and pushing her further along into ecstasy.

“P-please! I’m, ahh fuck! I’m sorry! I won’t try to run away again just…oh god… turn me back!” Heartprong tried to beg the Archfae. “I can’t take this anymore!”

“Oh, take it you will, my dear.” mischievous laughter from the fae folk filled the forest from the pun. “You should have just given up on your mortal life and embraced your life as Heartprong. Though I suppose you will need a new nickname as you no longer have any prongs.”

There were more giggles from the fae folk. Soon there was chattering between them as they discussed new names for her.

“How about Milk Bags?” One of the fae snickered as she slapped one of the massive udder segments, making it jiggle.

“Too obvious.” Her friend said as he stroked a long teat slowly, “How about Milkweed?”

There was a chorus of laughs over that suggestion. Several of the fae wove together a litter from branches and vines and soon they were pulling Heartprong onto it.

“What are you doing now?” She tried to struggle against the many hands now grabbing her.

“Did you think I would leave you all the way out here and let my magic fade once again?” The Archfae raised a finger and wagged it at Heartprong. “We will be taking you back to the court. Once there you can provide refreshment for this evening’s gathering.”

Heartprong blushed deeply under the fur of her muzzle. She was both embarrassed and somewhat excited at the idea of being milked dry.

“If you do a good job providing fresh milk, perhaps I’ll shrink down that udder in a few years. However, don’t expect to return to being a male for quite some time.”

“H-how long is some time?” She asked softly.

The Archfae shrugged, “Oh, I don’t know a century or so. But by then you might prefer to stay this way.

Heartprong bit her lip as she was seated on the litter. That thought was rather scary all by itself. Laughing and singing songs about fresh milk, the fae folk started to drag Heartprong back to the court.

***

Back in Barnstead, Adelyn Stark was holed up in her bedroom. The door was shut with the privacy lock on, and the shades and curtains on the windows were all closed. She had grabbed a pile of snacks and drinks, but she had barely touched either. After her experience with the Neelam Wood Stag, Adelyn was left more than a little shaken. Ever since she was a grade schooler she considered all the cryptid tales as nothing but stupid stories. But Adelyn had lived one of those stories, and now she was reevaluating her entire world view.

After a long time laying on her bed followed by a long hot shower she was finally ready to sit down and work things out. Adelyn sat at her desk and opened her laptop. After logging in she cracked a now lukewarm soda and opened a bag of chips. Her first stop was looking up any information she could find on the Neelam Wood Stag. Although the local cryptid was nowhere near as famous as the sasquatch or the chupacabra , there were still some stories about it online in various sites.

Unfortunately, many in the cryptid community completely dismissed the Neelam Wood Stag as pure fantasy, stating that its supposed description was too unbelievable. Apparently the Dogman was fine, but they drew the line at a deer-centaur. Still, there had been enough sightings over the years by locals and visitors to the Neelam Woods to get some attention. The artistic renderings she found looked more or less like what she had seen, though there was a lot of debate over whether or not the Stag had wings or not, apparently.

He definitely had wings when I saw the Stag. Adelyn thought as she took a bite of a chip. Hey, what’s this? She scrolled down and saw a much older drawing, like something out of a Victorian storybook. I thought the Neelam Wood Stag was a pretty new cryptid, what’s this?

Reading the article below the picture it talked about the peryton, a mythical creature. Some of the people wondered if this was what Neelam Wood Stag was. Adelyn had never heard of a peryton before, but the picture and description of a peryton certainly lined up with what she had seen that morning. She munched on a few more chips as she thought back on everything. With a clearer mind, she remembered what she had done before running for her life.

Wait, when I grabbed my stuff, other than my makeup bag, damn it! I had so much product in there! Adelyn chugged the rest of her soda to calm down. Anyway, my camera was on. I snapped a bunch of pictures before and while I was getting ready. Maybe I got something?

She opened her backpack and retrieved the digital camera. Adelyn pulled out the SD card and put it into her laptop and opened the folder. She started to look through the pictures she had taken that morning. Adelyn looked intently over the test shots, looking to see if she could see anything in the background, but she saw no sign of the Stag. Then there were a few shots of herself as she was applying makeup. She was just about to give up any hope when the last picture filled her screen.

Adelyn gasped and she was sure her heart stopped beating for a moment. Behind her in the woods there he was, his pale fur standing out starkly from the forest. It was clear as day, and certainly wasn’t just some deer standing up on his hind legs. She zoomed in on what could only be the Neelam Wood Stag.

“I didn’t imagine it, he’s real! And I have the proof!” She shouted out loud. Oh fuck…what do I do now? If I shared it will people just claim it’s a guy in a costume or some kind of AI deep fake? What if the government comes after me? Adelyn opened another room-temperature soda and took a long drink. Alright, calm down girl. Let’s just try and think things through. I probably should make a few copies of this picture, though, just to be safe.

***

Milkweed (the name had ended up sticking) was laying down in the middle of the Archfae’s court, staring up at the stars in the sky. She was too tired to move even if she could walk. She had been teased, milked, and at some point someone had broken in her new sex. Milkweed’s body still felt hot and over sensitive, though at least her breasts and udder no longer felt full.

What the hell am I going to do now? Do I just give up and forget everything, again? Do I double down and not lose sight of who I used to be? What if I do that? It’s not like the Archfae won’t know if I try to run away again. I guess the one thing I do have is time to figure out what I will do.

Milkweed closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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